Her Dominant Doctor (11 page)

Thomas was flabbergasted by her rambling and was sweating with anxiety.

Annie looked up at Thomas. With a clear voice and acceptance brimming in her eyes, she stated, “You’re a dominant.”

Thomas stilled, staring at her in stunned disbelief at her matter-of-fact, right-on-the money conclusion. He said, “W… w… what? What did you just say?”

“You’re a dominant,” she repeated. “I’m right, aren’t I? That’s what you are trying to tell me?”

His heart was pounding in his chest. This was the moment where it could end before it begins. “Yes,” he whispered. Finding his voice, he continued. “Yes, I am a dominant and I am petrified of your reaction. Or at least I was petrified of your reaction, but you figured it out before I could finish telling you. How… how did you know?”

Annie shook her head, laughing in response. “Thomas, you are in command of everything you do. You exude a level of confidence, have a demanding presence and arrogance. It’s not hard to figure out. At least not to me. I analyze people’s behavior for a living. Not to mention you used the word, ‘lifestyle.’ I read enough erotica to know what that word means. You mentioned ‘particular tastes.’ If this conversation were on my e-reader it would be plain as day what you were talking about. Like I said, I read lots of erotica and BDSM is my favorite genre.” Excitement added shine to her eyes and color to her cheeks. She looked smug, sitting up straight.

It took him a minute to respond. He could not deny her sharp intellect and quick wit. Thomas blew out a long, slow breath, grateful for the turn of the conversation. Her articulate assessment was a relief. Turning over her words in his head, he realized how amusing the entire conversation was. Now that his fears had receded, he could partake in the pleasure of their comfortable banter.

“Hmm, we’ll come back to your knowledge of my lifestyle via erotica and your ‘favorite genre.’” He held his hands up to make air quotations. “First, let’s go back to something else you said. Arrogance?” he asked playfully.

She snickered. “Along with exuding confidence and having a demanding presence,” Annie quickly retorted. “Didn’t you hear that part?”

The break in tension was a welcome relief for Thomas. His face became more serious as he gazed into her warm, brown eyes. Cautiously, he asked, “And how do you feel about the fact that I am a dominant? Do you know what that means?”

Chuckling, she answered. “Yes, you dominate people. I assume women. Well, I hope women. I mean, we did already exclude that you are gay.”

He could not stop the smile that crawled across his face. She was simply precious. “Yes, absolutely with women,” he clarified. Getting impatient, he added, “You have not answered my other question. How do you feel about that… about me being a dom?” He spoke slowly, in a cautious tone.

Annie shrugged her shoulders, sweeping her hair back behind her left ear. “I think it’s just what I need and want.”

Thomas stared blankly at her, unsure if he heard correctly.

She added, “I mean I don’t have any practical experience with your lifestyle. Unless you count some bedroom games in college.”

Thomas was so taken by surprise, his eyebrows rose high enough to reach his hairline.
Bedroom games in college?
Oh, we are definitely coming back to that topic, baby
.

Annie laughed at his astonished expression. “As I said, I’ve read lots of erotica.” She added, hesitantly. “I also have a collection of adult toys that I play with. And I certainly have… fantasies.” The last word was whispered.

Pure relief washed over him. Thomas was amazed. Here was his dream girl, being fully honest and open with him. She was able to identify that he was a dom. She was unashamed to admit her own experience and knowledge about the lifestyle. Talk about exuding confidence. She was breathtaking. She was absolutely the woman for him.

“Do you now? Well, do tell me, Ms. O’Reilly, about your adult toys and your fantasies,” he asked playfully.

Annie blushed the deepest color scarlet yet and Thomas grew more enthralled with her. His fears about telling her evaporated, leaving him with a mixture of relief, anticipation, and lust.
She’s perfect. She’s mine.

Annie sat quietly as she considered his question. “Well, Dr. Callahan, I’m a woman, an older woman and I’ve been around.” Annie qualified her last statement. “Well, not around like how you might think…” Her blush deepened in embarrassment at the innuendo. “What I mean to say is that I have an awareness of BDSM and a certain curiosity about it. I’m at a point in my life where I don’t want to wonder about things, I want to experience them. I can’t say that I have been actively seeking a dom, but the situation has presented itself.” She added, “Here you are, Prince Charming and a dominant all wrapped up in one sexy package with a big red bow. Here I am, a woman who likes you very much and wishes to experience new things with you. You understand what I mean?”

Her honesty floored him. Taking her hand, he moved over and sat beside her. “Oh, yes, I do understand, Annie. You are an amazing woman, so confident in who you are. I’ve been in awe of you since I first laid eyes on you. I’d hoped that you would not freak out when I told you about my lifestyle. I mean, you are the first woman I have ever seriously pursued who was not actively involved in BDSM.” Taking a minute to compose his thoughts, he continued, stroking her hand gently as he spoke. “I have enjoyed the pleasant experience of getting to know you over the past two days. You’re lovely and I am captivated by everything about you. As I observed you, my hopes grew as I kept recognizing the signs that you might be submissive. But now my hopes have been realized that you are actually open to dominance and submission. To use your perfectly articulate words, ‘Here you are… all wrapped up in a sexy package with a big red bow.’”

As Annie considered his statement, he noticed that she was trembling. “Yes, I am open to D/s and BDSM… after we do a lot of talking. I mean, I’m a complete novice. We just met. There is a lot for both of us to consider here.” Thomas nodded his head in full agreement. “I have to ask you, Thomas, you think I am a submissive? I mean, I have always related to the submissive in my books, but your astute observations leave me curious. What signs have you recognized that led you to that conclusion?”

“Oh, yes, I am sure you are a sub. You have so many characteristics that led me to this conclusion. Let me turn the tables and ask the questions. You have a desire to please me. True?”

“Yes,” she responded.

“And you have no problem with letting me take the lead? Make the decisions about picking you up at your house, deciding where we would go, what we would do.”

“No, I have no problem with it.”

“You liked it when I took control in the bedroom?” His voice was husky.

“Yes, that’s most assuredly true. I was actually relieved that you did.”

Thomas considered her statement. “Why do you say that?”

“Truth is, I’m not that experienced with sexual relationships. I’ve only been with three men before you.” she answered.

Thomas felt a surge of jealousy. He did not want to think about another man touching Annie. She belonged to him. Intellectually he knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of her past. Regardless, he felt resentment toward the unnamed men. “I think you have many qualities of a submissive, Annie. You defer to my lead. You have a general willingness and desire to please. You were unafraid to take direction in bed. Even more than that, you didn’t act ashamed when you did submit in bed. All of those qualities, personality characteristics, whatever you want to call them. Annie, they are part of who you are.”

Her expression was thoughtful, her eyes alight with fascination. “I guess I have never thought about it that way before. Your observations are correct. I am a people pleaser and I don’t have a problem surrendering to you in bed. In fact, I like it,” she smiled. “Like… really like it.”

“I’m so glad for that,” he replied, “that you like it, because I will do more of it.” His voice was teasing and light.

“One thing that does not make sense to me though—in my everyday life, I’m the leader and teacher. I give direction to others and have to make decisions on a daily basis. People look to me for the answers. Wouldn’t that make me more dominant than submissive?” she asked.

Thomas nodded his head. “I can see why you would view it that way; however, many people who are strong, prominent, take-charge people by day look to surrender that control to another’s authority. In many ways, the submissive freely gives over power so that the dominant can create a sense of security and safety for her, allowing her to just feel and experience. Handing one’s control over requires trust and that, in my opinion, takes great strength. I consider it a gift to be cultivated and cherished.” He paused, staring into her chocolate brown eyes. They were so full of depth and acceptance. He was in awe of her. “I recognized almost immediately your submissive tendencies. Although I did not know if you would act on those tendencies, especially in the bedroom, I certainly hoped. I knew I needed to get to know you more. Honestly, I’m insanely infatuated with you. I have been since I first laid eyes on you.” Thomas stroked her cheek bringing his forehead to rest on hers. His heart was pounding. Her delicate scent roused his primal need. He rubbed his nose in her hair, kissing her temple.

Pulling his head back, his eyes swept over her face. He was so captivated by her charm. He wanted to convey his admiration, as well as his desire. Make her understand the depth of his attraction to her. “Annie, when I met you, you were so ill. Vulnerable and alone. You had been through a horrible ordeal, yet you were also calm and articulate despite your physical pain. You were witty. I saw you in those moments, the good person that you are. God, I’ve been so afraid you would be scared off when you knew the truth. Yet here you sit. Not put off or afraid or repulsed for that matter. You beguile me. My feelings for you are strong. My desire to show you my world… Annie, it’s more than I could hope for. That you could want me—all of me as I am. That I could help you be who you are. I’m at a loss for words.”

“Oh, that is so not the truth, Thomas. You have words, lovely words that speak to my heart.”

Unable to wait another moment, Thomas pulled her onto his lap, embracing her securely in his arms. Thomas sweetly kissed her forehead, temples, down to her cheeks. They were baby kisses filled with affection and wonder. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. He kissed her on the lips and she immediately responded. The kiss started slowly at first, but it quickly built to an urgency, a kiss deep in its promise. A kiss that confirmed that they were right together. That they belonged together.

As they stopped to catch their breath, Annie spoke. “We have so much to talk about. I have so many questions.”

“I know, angel, and we will talk.” Desire coursed through him. He did not doubt that Annie could feel the evidence of his arousal prominent against her leg. “For right now, though, I want you. I want to be inside you. I need you, Annie.” Thomas knew he had never spoken a greater truth.

Chapter Five

Annie and Thomas walked into her bedroom and they silently undressed each other. Annie’s hands shook as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her entire body quivered in anticipation. An expectation of hope like she never felt before coursed through her soul. She knew that her life would never be the same again. It did not matter that it was one of the briefest courtships in history. Annie knew instinctively that she had found her soul mate and she was confident that Thomas felt the same way.

Their kissing resumed as they lay on the bed, Thomas stretching his tall body next to her. Their joined lips grew hungrier, as they kissed deeper, with the hardness of unmitigated passion. He pulled back, his eyes searching her face. Annie looked at his flushed appearance recognizing the shared desire to join in carnal delight. Thomas kissed her again, this time softer, almost reverent. He touched the side of her face so delicately, as if he were touching a glass figurine. “You are my heart’s true desire. My kindred soul.”

His words caressed her as did his touches, making it feel as if he was worshipping her. Annie was overcome with the swell of emotions, unable to find words adequate enough to return.

His hand glided up and down her arm with gentle strokes. “Your skin is so smooth. It’s white and as pure as porcelain. So soft and silky.” He moved slowly across her collarbone. His touch was feather-light, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Eventually his hand cupped her breast. “Your breasts are perfect. So full and heavy and soft.” His mouth found her nipple, latching on to lick and suck. His teeth pulled on the delicate tissue, puckered from the sensuous feeling of his skilled tongue. Annie moaned in unadulterated pleasure. “You’re so responsive to my touch, baby.”

Annie found it difficult to get air into her lungs, she was so overcome with sensation. “Yes. More. Please,” she begged. “I’m on fire.”

Thomas lowered his head to her other breast. His tongue slowly ran over the puckered peak. Annie moaned again, thrusting her breasts at him, communicating her want for more. She wanted him to consume her. “Like that, baby?” he asked huskily.

“Yes, so much,” she croaked, barely able to think. She was nothing but a mass of sensitive flesh as Thomas continued to stroke and caress her with his fingers and mouth. His hard, lean body was half lying on her; his thick cock felt heavy on her stomach. He was stimulating every one of her senses. In desperation, Annie’s hand reached up and touched his head. Her fingers slid through the waves of his hair, stroking them softly. They felt like spun silk over her fingers.

Thomas cried out, “God, that feels so good. Your touch is like heaven.” The fire in his gaze when she met his eyes stoked the fire between her legs. Hot liquid slid out of her inflamed pussy, preparing for the union of their bodies. Annie watched his Adam’s apple bob when Thomas swallowed hard. “Annie, put your hands up over your head. Hold on to the slats in the headboard. Do not let go.” There was no question it was an order, not a request.