Doc Martin Fanfiction Rated M Novels & Stories

He replied. Lucas dropped on his chair and stared at Dolph with a grin. “Either I’m crazy…” Dolph stared at him eagerly, waiting for the next words. “Or what you felt back there was the fucking mate bond!” He exclaimed. Dolph's eyes widened, “You’re crazy!” He yelled. “I can’t have a mate!” Lucas gave him a knowing look, “Says who?” He raised an eyebrow at him. “If I’m current, Dolph, that maid’s your fucking mate.”

"Yes, Skye. She's... she's something else, Maude." Her laughter echoed in the small room, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Oh, to be young and in love," she sighed dramatically. "Tell me, Jayleen, how are things progressing between you two?" I leaned back in my chair, my thoughts drifting to Skye. "We're taking it slow," I admitted. "She has been through a lot, and I want her to feel safe and comfortable before we move forward." Maude nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "A wise decision, Jayleen. A mate bond is a beautiful thing, but it can also be overwhelming, especially for humans. She needs time to understand and accept this world."

I takes a moment for me to answer his question as he smirks at me. "My papà saw the last ones and said no more," I say as I writhe under Damian's hot body. He starts thrusting as he trails his kisses to my chest. He bites and sucks on my nipples as his large member fills me up and leaves a stinging pain around my asshole. "Can I mark your chest?" He asks breathlessly and his lips hovering over my skin. I nod and he starts sucking beside my nipple, his tongue teasing me as his dick bumps into my prostate. I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses hickeys across my chest.

The tunnel smelled alive with it all: the faint rubber of fresh boot studs, the ozone from the electrical systems overhead, and underneath everything, the primal musk of men pushed to their physical limits. Martin slipped away for thirty precious seconds, ducking into the small physio room off the main tunnel. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the noise to a distant hum. Alone at last, he leaned against the cold metal cabinet, breath still ragged. His fingers trembled slightly as he peeled off the glove and pulled out the note. Damien’s handwriting stared back at him, ink slightly smudged from the rain and the heat of his palm. You’re playing like you love it. Because you do. Finish

“Pity. Doing the same thing your nasty mother did.” “Keep your mouth shut.” “And if I don’t?” Damien laughed, the sound sending chills down my spine. “Please, ignore me while I continue to wreck your useless family.” He spat on the floor, thick red saliva landing near Martin’s boots. Damien stopped at the door and clicked his tongue. “I almost forgot. While you’re busy protecting your sister, you should know—we fucked.” Martin glanced at my face as the color drained from it. “He’s lying, isn’t he?”

Wanted me to know he could reach us anytime. Pink pressed into my legs, frightened. "Adrian... who is that man?" "No one," I whispered, pulling her close. "Stay behind me." Martin walked closer, his face clearer now. He looked healthier than before-successful even. The sight made bile rise in my throat. "You look well," he said. "Nanny life suits you." "What do you want, Martin?" "Just to talk." His eyes slid toward Pink. "That's Darcy Rodrigo's daughter, right? Pink?"

You know, those nasty, sweet scenes. It’s a huge fantasy I'd want to try. Although, in this case…instead of Martin devouring me, David does. He becomes the yoga instructor who's talking dirty to me and doing other things I crave. However, little did I know the gasp I let out this time around reached David. It’s only when I heard his throaty, broody voice did my head snapped up. “Get your fucking hands off of her.” The authority that laces his voice makes Martin pull away from me in a snap of speed.

“Now you either join the men over there and get your dick sucked, cuz I mean why else will you be in a gay club right? Or you come over to my office and stop making a fool of yourself “. He smirked, “Your office “, he said calmly, “ I like my dick getting sucked by blonde Latina’s with wey pussies”, he added. I rolled my eyes and asked the DJ to hit the music and let everyone get their groove back and went back into my office. He came in with his men and my men were also inside, I asked Martins to lock the door. “I hope you received those packages I sent you a week ago, sorry they came in late i was busy trying to discover ways to hurt you without killing you”.

I stay still as he rubs the pad of his thumb across my lips then slips it inside my mouth. "Suck it slut," he says and I suck on his thumb, my tongue swirling around it. He watches for a moment as I see his erection twitch in his pants. "Marcus said we can't have scenes at my house," Damon says suddenly as he pulls his hand back. "This isn't a scene Master, and what Marcus doesn't know won't hurt him," I say respectfully. "Are you horny slave?" "Yes Master."

Martin slept around since he learned what a condom is, I never knew that he'd be hurt because of me leaving. Apart from the fact that my escape was unplanned, he was not there at that time. Dante sent him on a business trip somewhere in Asia, Malaysia if I recall correctly. That wasn’t a coincidence, Dante knew that Martin and I were close. Martin would’ve made a mess if he learned that I was sold to the Russian just like that time when Dante sold me to some rich Spanish count. What he didn’t expect was that Samuel Santiago is also on my side, Martin’s father, and he was the one who helped me escape.