Being a nurse was rewarding. Sure it wasn't what my parents wished for me but I knew it was my calling. When I walked into the home of the man I would be caring for 24/7 I knew it was worth it.
Mr. Belle was a man in his late thirties who had suddenly lost the use of his arms and legs, I would have to do everything for him. Imagine my surprise when George Belle turned out to be the finest man I had ever seen. This would sure make things complicated.
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"Nurse!"
"Yes Mr. Belle?" I responded immediately. After a week spent with my new charge I knew how much a late response would anger him. It was understandable, he was not some old man, men his age were able to do anything all on there own and there he sat infirmed. Why put salt in the wound by making him wait?
"My ex-wife is coming by today. Call Clarissa and let her know lunch will be for two." Belle ordered.
I was used to his clipped behavior with me by now, but the news that his ex would be visiting put me in quite a sour mood. She was a gold digging bitch who left as soon as she found out Mr. Belle would be partially paralyzed for the rest of his life. I guess we all have our own ex's that we deal with in a particular way but how Mr. Belle dealt with Whitney was peculiar even for me (that's saying a lot).
Once a week Whitney would come by and visit as if she hadn't just left the man and they were the best of friends. I hated those days. She would treat me like a servant instead of a nurse, telling me to do this that and the other. Then they would retire into Mr. Belle's bedroom doing things. His arms and legs may not have worked but his dick seemed to still be going strong.
"I saw that look." George states snapping me out of my outraged thoughts.
I looked down meekly as my old master had taught me to do when apologizing. "It was nothing Mr. Belle."
"I'll decide that for myself." He growled. He used that growl a lot and it always sent a warm tingle down my spine. I was used to commanding men and knew what that shiver meant. I was extremely attracted to Mr. Belle and that was terribly wrong.
Like with every other man that used that commanding voice I couldn't help but break instantly. "I apologize sir but I just don't see why you keep in contact with that woman."
"Are you going to suck my cock and ride me once a week?" His blunt questions startled me.
Like the idiot I was I responded without thought, after all that was what I had been trained to do, answer questions without question.
"Yes." I squeaked out trying to stop myself.
