Her Dominant Doctor (15 page)

“Most assuredly, I enjoy anal sex. It is the ultimate head rush for many men, let alone a dominant. The act itself requires your complete submission and openness allowing me into you uninhibited, despite the anathema you might inherently feel. It’s innately arousing. The squeezing sensation on my cock is unparalleled and, I would imagine, the feeling of such invasive penetration will be unlike any other experience. The orgasm for both of us will feel different physically. In a very satisfying way.” The seductive tone in his voice did not go unnoticed by Annie. If anything, it sparked her desire more.

“Maybe not right away, but I would like to try it eventually.”

“Anal sex is something that we would need to work up to. Using butt plugs would be a technique I would use to prepare you. Now that I know you have some experience with wearing a plug, I will require it for a set period of time daily as we work up to bigger sizes. I’m going to need the website you order from,” he joked, laughing. “In addition, tell me the location of your toys.” Thomas cocked his head to the side. “Or better yet, show me.” Thomas stood up, holding out his hand to Annie. She clasped it, leading them both back to her bedroom.

Annie turned, abruptly. “I don’t want to use them yet. I’m not ready. Will you get angry if I don’t obey? I have so many questions, Thomas. My head is spinning.” Annie rubbed her forehead, feeling a slight headache, a combination of the wine and intense conversation.

“Hey, hey, hey now, just calm down,” Thomas urged, pulling Annie into an embrace, rocking her gently back and forth. She nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. His masculine scent was potent, lulling her into a more tranquil state. “That’s it. Just take slow deep breaths. Good girl.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

Thomas stopped the cadenced movement, pulling back. His eyes caught and held hers. “Nothing to apologize for, so don’t,” he chided. “It’s very late and you are understandably overwhelmed. We have so much more to talk about, but we are both exhausted. We will put this conversation on hold until after some solid rest. Come on, time for bed.” Thomas tucked Annie into bed before climbing under the covers to join her. He pulled her close, her back to his front, spooning.

Annie’s sigh was pronounced and she felt the rumble of Thomas’ laughter. “So glad you find me amusing, Dr. Callahan,” she groused.

“Hey, what happened to ‘Dr. Dom’? I rather preferred that term of endearment. Never been called that before.”

“Oh, so what have your other
subs
called you, then?” Annie could not hide the disdain in her voice. She was jealous of the other women who Thomas dominated.

“No need to be resentful, love,” he scolded. “Although I understand it completely. I don’t want to think about the past creep who spanked you. That right is now only reserved for me. Just as you, my Annie, will be my only submissive. Only you are so… much… more.” Thomas squeezed her tighter into him with each uttered word.

Annie felt his warm breath against her neck, sending jolts of pleasure down her spine. “Sorry. Let my emotions get the better of me for a minute.”

“There are many emotions that both of us are feeling. This is a whole new world for us. We’ll find our way through together.” The promised whisper in her ear provided the contentment that Annie needed. She felt fatigue down into her bones and knew sleep was the antidote to the information overload her brain was trying to process. As if Thomas could sense her struggle to give in to slumber, he rubbed circles on her back to help relax and lull her to sleep. Feeling safe and protected in his arms, she smiled in peace and satisfaction.

Chapter Six

Thomas woke to the sunlight streaming in from under the curtains. Annie was curled on her side facing him. She was in a little bundle under the thick floral print comforter.
God, she’s breathtaking
. Her rich, burgundy strands had fallen partially over her face. Not wanting to wake her, Thomas ever-so-gently pushed them back revealing her overwhelming beauty. Her smooth ivory skin was kissed with light freckles and rosy pink across her cheekbones. Her nose was perfectly proportioned on her lovely face. Her lashes were long and lush. Her lips were full and slightly puckered with the corners curled upward.
Oh, her lips
. Thomas thought she looked like an angel.

He shivered in vivid recollection to the previous evening’s revelations. How was it possible that he could feel so deeply and completely for this woman so soon? He was captivated by her charms and entranced by her strength. The degree of trust and honesty she had given him was humbling. Remembering the sorrow etched on her face when she told him of her infertility brought tears to his eyes. He felt her pain and longing, as if he had experienced it with her. His chest ached, both with empathy and with need to somehow fix it. They had a connection that transcended understanding and he felt, for the first time in his life, a sense of powerlessness. He needed her with him forever. The link of his soul with her soul left an abiding yearning and this revelation shook him to the very center of his being. He realized that without her, he would have nothing because… she was everything.

Annie’s acceptance, curiosity, and eagerness to experience his lifestyle was the icing on the most decadent cake ever eaten. Her body was a siren, pliable and responsive to his every touch. Her breasts were perfection, two perfectly symmetrical handfuls. Pink nipples that turned crimson under his command. Her full hips supported the essence of her womanhood, that magnificent secret garden that dared him to explore with its tantalizing scent.

All of these musings made his dick hard and his balls heavy. His desires tore him in half, leaving him helpless to decide. He wanted to fuck her and suck her like a dom, claiming her as his possession. In contrast, he wanted to caress and worship the exquisite woman who had bewitched him. He wanted to love her and make love to her. His heart was brimming with love and passion.

Overcome with immediate need, Thomas pulled the comforter down, revealing her perfect body. His eyes feasted on her curves slowly, looking at her as if she were a masterpiece hanging on the wall at the Museum of Fine Arts
. I have to take her there to see the Monet exhibit. She’ll love that, I am sure.
Thomas could not wait to experience the world through her eyes, eyes that were presently open and watching him leer at her body.

The curve of her lips asked the cliché question, “Like what you see?”

“Indeed I do,” Thomas confirmed, kissing her sweetly on the lips. “Good morning, love.”

“Good morning to you too. I see that you really did enjoy the view.” Annie’s lustful eyes gazed at the evidence of his enjoyment.

“I can’t help it. I am an admirer of natural beauty.”

Her eyes grew large and liquid. “Thank you, Thomas. You make me feel beautiful.”

“You
are
beautiful. Inside and out. I’d like to enjoy a walk through the garden of your beauty.” He placed lazy wet kisses in a trail downward. Annie’s little moans and mewls of pleasure were music to his ears. When he reached the apex of her thighs, his eyes honed in on that luscious flower between her legs. Drops of dew clung to her inner folds, like the raindrops that clung to flower petals after a morning spring shower. Her musky fragrance was intoxicating, unique to the woman before him. His mouth watered in anticipation of her sweet taste.

Thomas firmly grasped her thighs in each hand and spread her legs wider. Annie gasped, laid before him utterly open and completely exposed. The foundation of her womanhood revealed as if for the first time. He studied the opening of her moist canal, drinking in the sight of her complete surrender. Unable to wait another moment, spurred on with the desire to have his mouth on her, Thomas lowered his head. His mouth latched on to her mound; the savory flavor on his tongue was pure nirvana. Annie’s loud moan beckoned him to speed up, but he wanted to partake of her like a fine wine. Using all of his senses to luxuriate in the delicacy that was his Annie. Slipping two fingers into her flowing canal, he found her g-spot. His tongue focused on her clit.

“Oh, oh, please. Oh, Thomas… I need… I…”

“What do you need, my love?”

“I need… you,” she panted. “Only… you.”

Thomas felt a heady power at those words. He was taking Annie to a place of pure pleasure. He alone had the ability to sweep her into a world of euphoria. His tongue centered on that perfect little pearl; the result was a shrieked plea.

“I can’t… oh, don’t stop. P… p… pleaseeeeee! I’m going to… I need to…” Annie’s high-pitched wail was desperate.

Thomas could not deny or delay any longer. Vibrating the words on her over-sensitized clit, he commanded her, “Come, come now, my love!”

Annie’s back arched up off of the bed, though Thomas stayed latched on as he sucked and nipped every last ounce of pleasure out of her. She screamed loudly, as her pussy violently convulsed over and over, her orgasm ebbing and flowing in waves, causing her entire body to vibrate.

Thomas looked up at Annie, satisfied. She was damp with sweat, her hair clinging to the sides of her face. Her large breasts heaved as she gulped in air, her mouth in a perfectly shaped ‘o’ and her eyes closed in contentment.
Beautiful
, Thomas thought with smug gratification. He would never get enough of that vision. Her unrestrained passion, her willingness to surrender was magnificent. Thomas knew it with undeniable clarity, Annie belonged to him.

* * *

Annie returned to work that Monday fully recovered from surgery.
What a whirlwind week!
She walked on clouds, all her thoughts of Thomas. The shift from surgeon to lover was only days ago, yet it was as if they had known each other forever.

They had spent the hours between Sunday and Monday morning exploring every aspect of their lives and had conversed for hours, learning all of those facts about each other that a couple newly in love wish to know. Birthdates, daily routines, college experiences. Starting Sunday morning, they had also learned each other’s bodies. Annie had not minded waking up to Thomas looking at her intently, examining her with his eyes, not like the doctor he was, but as a man. Her man. Annie had then decided that oral sex was on her green light list and had communicated this to Thomas with zealous enthusiasm.

Even coming down from the weekend high with a focus on returning to work, Annie could not stop thinking about Thomas. She loved her job and could not wait to get back. She had spent hours lying in that hospital bed, wishing all were back to normal. Now, however, her thoughts were solely about seeing Thomas. Wanting to be with him all of the time. Unable to get enough of being with him. This was her new normal.

Annie had a permanent smile plastered on her face from the moment she woke up that morning, which grew as wide as the sun when, mid-morning, the receptionist entered her office holding a huge bouquet of purple lilacs in a large crystal-cut vase.

“Look what was just delivered for you. Someone wants to welcome you back to work,” she said in excitement as she placed them on the corner of the desk.

Annie’s heart fluttered, certain they were from Thomas and she was sure they were not just for well-wishes at returning to work. “Thanks for bringing these up to me, Melanie, but you could have called me down to the front lobby to get them.” The young receptionist was all of five feet and had to be under one hundred pounds. The bouquet was enormous, overflowing with fragrant lilacs, and must have been very heavy to carry all the way up to the second floor. Annie’s office was located in the farthest most corner with all of the other clinicians.

“Oh, no, the delivery man told me he had strict instructions from the person sending the flowers, to wait for personal assurance that the receiver would not be made to carry them. They were to be delivered directly to you and placed in the location of your choosing. The guy wanted to walk them up here himself until I guaranteed that I would take on the terrible task of walking them up to you. Oh, how awful to carry something so beautiful with a heavenly scent. Not to mention, it’s nice to stretch my legs for a few minutes. Believe me, it was my pleasure, plus I wanted to see the expression on your face. Have you ever gotten flowers at work before?” she asked.

Annie’s brow furrowed, ignoring her question. “The delivery guy had instructions that I was not allowed to carry the bouquet?”
Thomas. Overprotective, loving Thomas
.

“That’s right, his instructions were explicit and he practically followed me up here. Only after I was well on my way down the hall did he turn and leave. Kind of a strange request, huh?”

“Y… yes, strange request.” Annie was preoccupied with thoughts of her man. She was dying to read the card, but did not want to do so in anyone’s presence. She stood up from her desk. “Well, thanks for making the trip, Mel. I appreciate it.”

Melanie held her hand up. “I get it. Don’t want me to be here when you read the card. No problem. I know when I’m getting the brushoff.” She laughed, closing the door as she walked out of Annie’s office.

As soon as the door was closed, Annie pulled the card out of the envelope and read it.

Annie, my angel,

I’m sure I do not need to tell you that purple lilacs are meant to communicate the first emotions of love. I hope these make your first day back to work bright and the meaning behind them a promise to see you tonight. Welcome back to work. Remember to follow your restrictions or you will face the consequences. Until tonight.

Love, Thomas.

Warmth flowed over Annie as she read his words. Her fingers gently touched the fragile flowers as she leaned in to take in their fragrant, unique scent that always reminded her of early spring. The shade of purple was her favorite color, lavender. It was the same soft, soothing color as the walls in her bedroom. Tears started to form from the jubilation and happiness that she had found this wonderful dream man to call her own. She still had yet to process all of the emotions of the past few days.