Her Dominant Doctor (12 page)

Hello, Dr. Dom
. Annie did as she was told, his commanding voice causing her libido to rise up another notch.

“Good girl,” he cooed. Her body responded to those two words as more wetness seeped from between her legs like a river. Her breath quickened. Thomas dropped his head and whispered in her ear. “I’m pleased you did what I asked, baby.” He rubbed his stubbly jaw on her face, sensitizing her skin with tiny prickles. “You like being told you’re a good girl, don’t you?” His teeth nipped at her earlobe.

“Y… yessss. Yes, sir, I do,” she croaked. The word ‘sir’ slid so easily off her tongue.

Thomas growled, his long, skilled fingers slowly skimmed down her body until they reach the slippery evidence of her desire. “So wet for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, please… Thomas. I want you so badly.” A tear of joy slid down her cheek as her emotions overpowered her.

“I want you too, baby. Patience. You just keep holding on to the headboard. Do not let go. Keep your hands up. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” she responded with an edge in her voice.

He stroked the inner lips, sliding his fingers into her warm channel in a repeating rhythm. The one place she wanted him to touch, her erect clitoris, was ignored. While the invasion of his fingers in her pussy was heaven, Annie was desperate for touch on her swollen pearl. “Please… oh, please,” she begged.

Thomas ignored her pleas, continuing to pump his fingers in and out. “Hang on, baby. I’ll get you to where you want to go, but I will do it on my timeline.”

He had full command of her body. Annie was out of her mind with desire. She was being tormented. It was exquisite torture. Her clit was throbbing. Every fiber in her being made her want to let go of the headboard and touch the bundle of nerves that Thomas continued to ignore. It was by the grace of God that she held tight to the wooden slats above her head.

Finally, as if he knew she could take no more, Thomas touched that special spot. She was so sensitive and ready. She cried out again. Annie felt her body climb higher and higher. Ready to climax. So close. “Oh, God, I’m going to come!” she cried out.

His fingers continued to work the sensitized flesh, taking her over the edge. “Come, baby. Come for me now,” he demanded.

The orgasm rocketed through her body. “Ahhh!” she screamed. “Ahhh… Oh, God… Yes!” The contractions gripped his fingers.

“That’s my girl,” Thomas growled. “Coat my fingers with your come. Your pussy is so tight,” he gritted.

Thomas continued to stroke her gently as little aftershocks of her climax continued to pulse through Annie. Sated, her tight muscles relaxed as she sunk into the mattress replete.
Best orgasm ever!

Annie’s eyes were still closed as her breathing and heart rate slowed. She heard Thomas praise her. “Well done, baby. I’m proud of you.” She met his blue gaze, confused. “Your hands.” Annie looked up to see she was still grasping the rails of the headboard. As she looked back at him, Thomas raised his brow and curved his lips.

A sense of pride and satisfaction coursed through Annie. Not only was he pleased with her, but she could feel his hard-as-a-diamond cock press into her stomach. His erection was enormous. It delighted her that she affected him much in the way he affected her.

Thomas shifted, kneeling between her splayed legs. Just as he lined his cock to enter her, Annie heard him curse. “Damn it, I need to get a condom.” His voice was laced with frustration as he starting to pull away.

“No!” Annie exclaims, wrapping her arms around him, preventing him from moving off. “You don’t need it, Thomas.”

“Yes, baby, I do. What about…”

“I can’t get pregnant,” she responded before he could finish asking the question. She could see the tension in his expression.

“Annie, you are only forty-one years old. If you are not on birth control, then it is possible for you to get pregnant.” Thomas tilted his brow with a look of uncertainty.

Sharp pain shot through her heart. Tears welled up in her throat. Annie tried to speak, but could only shake her head in frustration as the tense silence enveloped them, threatening to overshadow the joy she felt only a few precious minutes ago. Helplessly, she focused on his handsome face, imploring him to understand the words trapped inside of her. She could see the confusion etched across his lovely features, his expression perplexed.

Another minute passed, then Thomas cupped her chin tenderly with his warm hand. “Oh,” he said quietly. “You mean… you can’t get pregnant.”

The unshed tears spilled down Annie’s anguished face. “I’m sorry. I ruined the moment.” Her voice was thick with emotion. “And I let go of the headboard,” she added sardonically.

Thomas shook his head vigorously. “Don’t apologize. You did not ruin the moment.” His voice was filled with compassion. “And it is okay that you let go of the headboard.” He added in a playful tone, “…at least this time.”

Annie smiled through tears. In his usual tender way, Thomas wiped the wetness on her cheeks away with his thumb. He placed tiny kisses along her jaw, moving slowly to the corner of her mouth. His lips touched hers with gentle affection. A series of slow kisses grew deeper, shattering Annie’s despair as he roused her passion. Sadness was replaced with yearning desire. Before long, Annie could feel his cock grow in response as her body prepared to accept him inside of her.

His voice broke through the fog. “Annie, I’ve been tested. I’m clean. Even still, I want you to feel safe. I can get a condom.”

His eyes brimmed with kindhearted goodness, leaving Annie with a feeling of warmth surging through her. “I do feel safe. I trust you, Thomas. You can trust me too. I haven’t had sex in over two years. I’m fine with skipping the latex. I’d prefer to feel all of you.”

His voice was firm and final. “Okay, then.”

Annie looked down and saw the velvety cock, purple and ready to explode. She reached out and fisted her hand around him, wordlessly urging him to get inside of her. He resumed his position between her thighs, reclaiming her lips.

He lined himself up to her drenched pussy, the wetness making it easy to slowly glide his way inside her. Her walls expanded to accommodate his impressive girth. She was stunned, not only by his size, but by the feeling of him inside her bareback. It was an exquisite feeling. Annie was certain by his groan and shallow breathing that he was gratified by the union of their bodies.

“I’m going to move now. Are you ready?” he asked her through his clenched jaw.

“Please. Yes. Move. Come inside me.” He plunged deep into her channel. Thrusting in and out. Flexing his hips to gain friction. Annie mewled in delight. “Fuck me with your cock.”

Annie could feel the heat of his semen as he poured into her channel, exploding inside of her.

“Christ,” Thomas exclaimed. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“I feel the same way,” Annie panted.

Collapsing on top of her, Thomas moved his head to whisper in her ear. “I love you, Annie. I know it is ridiculously early in our relationship to say it, but I do. I love you.” He raised his head to look into her eyes.

Her heart was thundering at his admission. She cupped his cheek with her hand. “I love you too, Thomas. It is beyond my comprehension how I can feel this way in such a short amount of time, but I do too. Love you. You’re my Prince Charming. I’ve waited a long time to find you.”

His eyes were luminous. “I’m so glad you did find me. I feel the same way, baby. I’ve wanted and waited for you for so long.”

“Who’d have thought I would be grateful for a gallstone attack?” Annie laughed, lightening the serious mood.

Thomas joined in her laughter and kissed her quickly on the lips. “I know what you mean. We should both be grateful to your gallbladder. That small organ brought us together.” He wrapped his arms around Annie, pulling her tight into him. Her body sank into his embrace.

Annie repeated the action, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Gleefully, she said, “By the way, I should tell you… that was the best orgasm I ever had.”

“The best ever?” he responded questioningly. “Well, it seems the bar is set awfully high now. Hope I can live up to your expectations, Annie.”

“I’m guessing you won’t have any problem with that, Thomas,” she responded in a ribbing tone.

“I must confess to you. That rates the best for me too. It was fabulous, baby. You are so unbelievably perfect.” Thomas leaned over to kiss her more fervently.

His praise made Annie so happy. She loved hearing him call her ‘baby.’ They lay side by side, quietly enjoying the company of each other.

Silent minutes passed until Thomas spoke. “Baby, can I ask you a question?”

The gentle, cautious tone in his voice alerted Annie. She looked over at him. His expression was grim, casting a somber mood over their blissful elation. “Of course, Thomas. You can ask me anything.”

“Can you tell me more about what you told me earlier? When you said that you can’t get pregnant?” His voice was soft and low, solicitous. His gaze clung to hers, reflecting sympathy and warmth. Annie closed her eyes, trying to find her voice. She swallowed hard, feeling the ache of inner pain. She needed to draw on his strength. To trust him with her saddest truth.

* * *

Thomas regretted the shadows that crossed her sorrowful face. Whatever she was about to tell him, it was opening an old wound. He felt nauseous, wanting to slay whatever demons lay in Annie’s heart. He would do anything in his power to make her smile and to hear her girlish giggle. It was clear, though, that this was a time that required him to be a silent, steady harbor in the storm.

She looked at him with lugubrious eyes. “My last relationship, the one that ended a couple of years ago. It ended because… because I can’t have children.” Mournfully, she let out a long breath. “Greg and I tried for years to get pregnant and eventually sought the help of reproductive specialists. I endured endless tests and procedures. We were lucky to live in Massachusetts. It’s one of the very few states that require insurance companies to pay for fertility testing and treatment. Without it we would never been able to afford the pursuit to achieve a family.” Annie paused, her expression crestfallen. “We tried two rounds of IVF. The drugs I had to take were incredibly expensive. It was an awful experience. Some of the drugs were injections and they hurt like a son-of-a-bitch,” she emphasized. “Eventually the doctor told us that the likelihood of IVF working for us was slim to none. After we were given that news, Greg left me.”

Thomas considered Annie as she recounted the tragic facts. Her emotional pain was palpable as they lay in bed together. He wanted to take her anguish away. He did the only thing he could, to provide her with comfort, hugging her tightly to his body. Still, it made him feel helpless. “I’m so sorry, baby. It must have been terrible to go through all of that, then to have the bastard leave you. Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad he did. Otherwise, I would never have found you. Still, it was a rotten thing to do to someone you supposedly love,” he insisted, placing a firm kiss in her silky hair.

“Believe me, those same thoughts have crossed my mind endlessly. At first, I was simply lost, adrift in a sea of pain that was indescribable. I went through the mourning process as if someone had died. I grieved not only the loss of a baby I desperately wanted and could never have, but I also lost the person who I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.” Annie looked more delicate and fragile than ever, though equally as beautiful. “I understand why you think he’s a bastard. I felt that way for a long time, but, as they say, time heals all wounds. I have the distance from it now to realize it was just not meant to be. I’ve forgiven Greg and really, how could I deny him the chance to have a child of his own? A biological child. Staying with me would have meant he would not have a chance to carry on his family bloodline. That was very important to him.” Thomas could hear the resignation in her voice.

“Still, it says a lot about the man’s character to do what he did, leaving you. You don’t do something like that if you love the person.” Annie’s somber smile caused his chest to tighten.

“I know,” she responded. “Deep down, I know that you are right. However, like you said, if he had stayed with me, you and I never would have found each other, so really, I should thank him.” Her face split into a wide grin. “I’m grateful to him. Going through all of that was worth it in the end because it brought you into my life.”

The sincerity in her statement and the determination in her gaze floored him. “God, I love you, Annie O’Reilly. You were made for me, just as I was made for you. You are so right, baby.” He stroked the side of her face. “Anything either of us went through in the past was totally worth it to be together now.” Annie’s smile grew even wider. She was radiant. “I want to spend the rest of my days making you smile like that.” He kissed the tip of her nose affectionately.

“Oh, God, now you are just getting sappy. What happened to the big, bad dom?” she jibed.

Thomas chuckled, proclaiming, “Oh, don’t worry, baby, your big, bad dom is right here. I am a man with many facets to my personality. Being a dom is one of many. You’ve had only a taste of how big and bad I can be, believe me,” he said, wagging his eyebrows in playful mischief.

“Well, by all means, Dr. Dom, show me just how big and bad you can be,” she teased, arching a brow.

Thomas considered this carefully. He wanted to tread lightly so as not to scare Annie. They still had a lot to talk about and work through. Still, her taunting challenge made him consider his options. Perhaps a test of her submission would be a good way to ease into this aspect of their relationship. After a few long minutes, Thomas looked at her pointedly. He gave her a command, using a deep, demanding voice. “Annie, I want you to tell me one of your fantasies. One that you masturbate to.” Her pupils dilated. Her breathing grew rapid and her body started to tremble.

“Guess I should be careful what I wish for, huh?” she chortled. Becoming more serious, she added, “I supposed I need to confess. My most recent fantasy was about you, Thomas.”