Her Dominant Doctor (13 page)

He smiled in approval. “Was it now? Tell me. I want details. Look me in the eye and tell me the fantasy you imagined as you touched yourself.”

Her cheeks were stained crimson, but she unabashedly obeyed. “In my fantasy, you ask me to masturbate in front of you, using my hand and vibrator. I’m in bed, naked. You demand I open my legs wide so you can watch me. I’m embarrassed to do it, but you told me to, so I follow your direction.” Her hands were clenched into fists, her body rigid, tension coiled. She panted. “I spread my legs open. I touch myself to get aroused, then use the vibrator on my clit. You watch me masturbate until I am on the cusp of orgasm, then you command me to come for you.” She was breathless.

Desire coursed through Thomas as he stared at Annie intently. Her titillating scenario stirred his cock to full attention. With a low, deep voice full of seduction, he instructed, “Annie, I want you to do it right now. Play out your fantasy just as you told me. Masturbate for me, pet.”

Annie’s lids opened wide and her mouth formed a perfect, luscious ‘o.’

“Spread your legs open and let me watch you play with your pretty pussy. You will pleasure yourself and come at my command.”

Annie looked both stunned and aroused. Moving painstakingly slowly, she reached over and took her vibrator out of the nightstand. Thomas was impressed at the size of it as he watched her plug it in and resume her position on her bed. She placed her feet flat on the bed and, hesitantly, dropped her knees out slightly.

“Wider,” Thomas ordered, repositioning himself to kneel between her legs. “Spread those creamy thighs and show me your cunt.”

Her chin set in a stubborn line, her eyes narrowed.

“What? You take offense to the word ‘cunt’?” Thomas deliberately used a tone of voice that dripped with seduction and arousal. He shook his head. “It’s not a dirty word, not when I am referring to yours, baby. The juicy apex between your thighs is a beacon to my desire. Be proud of your slick cunt.” His eyes gazed to her swollen, dark red pussy, still weeping the mixture of his semen and her nectar from their lovemaking. His cock was ramrod straight. His balls tingled. He was ready plunge inside of her, claiming her body. It took every ounce of strength to wait. To maintain control and test her submission.

Proudly, he watched Annie drop her knees, so much so they were close to touching the bed.
Good girl!

“Touch yourself, Annie. Show me how you play with your pussy.”

Annie started touching her swollen flesh. Her index finger rubbed small circles over her clit, spreading her arousal. She moaned. “God, I’m really wet. This is such a turn-on.” She gasped when she looked into his eyes.
They were glazed over with lust.

Clearing his throat, Thomas decreed, “Use the vibe and bring yourself to the brink of orgasm.”

Annie turned the vibrator on, touching her clit. She cried out from the intense stimulation. “I’m going to come.”

“Don’t come until I give you permission, Annie,” he gritted. “I want you to ask me, beg me for permission to come. Right now you do not have my permission. Do you understand me? Do. Not. Come. Yet.”

“Oh,” she moaned. “Y-y-yes. Yes, sir.” Her breathing was shallow. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back. Thomas wanted to suck on her bottom lip, trapped between her teeth.

“That’s right. Keep vibrating your little clitty.” The musky scent of her arousal was strong as Thomas watched her intently, his head hanging between her spread knees.

Annie bellowed. “Please, sir. May I have permission to come?” He could see the pleading in her expression.

“Not yet, baby. Keep yourself on the edge. That’s it. Spread that wetness all around. Work that clit. You please me, Annie. You’re obeying me like a good girl.” Thomas knew she was on the edge of the cliff. Just another minute and he would watch her come magnificently.

“Please… sir… please.” Her voice was tight. The buzzing sound of the vibrator was drowned out by her begging.

Thomas leaned over her with his torso barely touching hers. He held his weight up on his arms on either side of her. Getting close to her ear, he whispered through clenched teeth, “Come, Annie, come now!”

Her entire body convulsed as the orgasm exploded through her. Annie literally levitated off of the bed. She screamed hoarsely, “Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Yessss!” There was a sheen of sweat on her inflamed body. Thomas could feel the heat radiate off her skin. Her pussy pulsated as the liquid arousal spilled down her labia, pooling at her ass.
Yup, magnificent
.

Thomas lay over her torso, pulling her chin gently to face him. “Well done, my love. You are so beautiful, my Annie. Watching you submit to me was breathtaking.” Hard and deep, he plunged into her mouth with his tongue. The kiss was ferocious and demanding, bordering on violent. His hard thick cock pressed into her soft belly. He could not wait another minute. He needed to be inside of her. He would never get enough of her.

Shifting his body, Thomas fisted his engorged member, pumping it several times before plunging into her in one fluid motion. Annie hissed, then moaned loudly. Her pussy was ablaze with heat and gripped him like a vise as he plunged into her, thrusting once, twice, three times before he shattered, filling her with his seed.

“Holy fuck!” he shouted. “Fuck, yes! Annie! So. Fucking. Good.” He collapsed on top of her, keeping the majority of his weight on his forearms on either side of her torso. He panted, trying to catch his breath, overcome by the intensity of his orgasm.

His lips swept over hers in a gentle kiss. Rolling to his side, Thomas exclaimed, “I’m forty-two fucking years old and I’ve fucked you three times in as many hours,” adding, “I have a hair-trigger erection like I’m twenty years old again.” He could not contain the amazement in his voice.

“I’ll take that as a compliment then?” she asked playfully, pushing on his chest with her small hand.

“It’s most definitely a compliment, baby. That was fabulous. I’m actually light-headed,” he said in marvelous wonder, rubbing his forehead.

Annie laughed deeply and loud, which caused Thomas to join her. The bed shook under the weight of their gyrating bodies. As their howling abated, Annie quipped in a gruff voice, “We’ll both be walking around, ‘feeling satisfied.’”

Thomas looked at Annie, confused. “What?” His guffaw filled the room.

“It’s a line from the movie,
Say Anything
. John Cusack says, ‘I’m walking around feeling satisfied.’” Annie used the gruff, throaty voice again as she spoke. “I love that movie, it’s one of my favorites.”

Thomas was baffled and bemused by her impersonation. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”

She sat up abruptly. “What? You’ve never seen it? It’s a classic.” Shaking her head, she started to roll off of the bed. “We have to fix this. Come on, Dr. Dom.” She stood, reaching out for him to take her hand. “Let’s get the leftover pizza and watch it.”

Annie’s naked body was damp with sweat, her hair mussed, and skin ruddy. Thomas never saw anything as breathtakingly beautiful. Rising, Thomas grasped her hand, pulling her toward him. Embracing her, he said, “Sounds good to me. I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

“Me too,” she agreed.

* * *

After filling up on pizza and more wine, Thomas and Annie watched the cult classic. It was well past midnight, but both were wide awake, enjoying each other’s company.

She looked through her lashes at his elegant, easy form. Thomas was sitting in maroon boxer briefs. The fine patch of dark brown chest hair beckoned to be touched. His long, thickly muscled legs were open. He looked completely comfortable and thoroughly masculine in her small, femininely decorated living room. What would it be like for Thomas to have a prominent role in her life? The type of masterful role he desired over her. Annie wanted to broach the elephant-in-the-room topic that was weighing on her mind, but she was too sheepish to bring it up.

Thomas gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. “What is it, baby? Are you alright?”

Annie nodded, her hand covering his. “Yes, I’m more than alright. I’m… overwhelmed in the best possible way. You swept me off of my feet when I first laid my drugged-up glassy and groggy eyes on you. I’m just… astounded that we’re sitting here together.” She reached over to pick up her wine glass and take a sip.

“I know what you mean. To use the line from a great song, ‘Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I.’ I can hardly believe that I am sitting here with you. So many times my mind conjured up this image of
my
perfect woman. You are my perfect woman. You’re beautiful.” Annie could feel her face grow hot.

Thomas leaned in close, his lips touching hers, brushing over them lightly. “You are beautiful, Annie. A goddess.” Sitting back, he continued. “Your personality traits are compatible with mine. Exactly what I’d wanted. Your zeal for life is inspiring. Your immediate responsiveness to my touch is amazing. Your honesty is humbling and refreshing.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Are you sure this isn’t the wine talking?” she asked satirically.

His facial expression turned from wistful to forbidding in a breath. “I’m. Serious.” Annie sat at full attention, his voice leaving no doubt that she should listen carefully and attentively. “Annie, I want you in my life… as my lover… my girlfriend… and my submissive. But I need to ask, do you really want to move forward with me, especially as your dom? I need to know that you are sure, that you want the same thing.”

Bashfully, her eyes met his blue gaze. “Yes, I am sure and I want you just the same. It’s just that… I was wondering if… Oh,” she groused, frustrated. “I have a lot of questions. About your… your lifestyle. About what it really means day-to-day. How do you expect me to act? What do I call you? How does it all work?” She finished in a rush, adding, “But maybe now’s not a good time to have that conversation. We’re both tired…”

Thomas placed his long fingers over her lips. “Baby, you can ask me anything at any time and I will be more than happy to answer all of your questions. If you want to go to sleep now instead, we can, but if you want to stay up and talk all night, that’s fine too.” He removed his fingers but not before gently stroking her bottom lip with his forefinger. He looked into her eyes and his expression was soft. He was so tender, so comforting. Annie was, as always, stunned and enchanted by the way he just knew what she needed, even when she was unable to articulate it for herself.

Thomas clasped her hand, providing a physical connection that, in this moment, Annie required. “It won’t be one conversation anyway. You and I will have a continuous, open dialogue about my lifestyle… soon to be your lifestyle too,” he added, tapping her nose lightly. Putting two fingers under her chin, he continued, “My mind and body are both wide awake, so if you wish to embark on a heart-to-heart now, I’m game. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, perhaps some concerns, but I don’t want you to have one minute of anxiety about anything related to our relationship. Now that I have found you, I will never let you go. I am going to enjoy every minute of every day because you are mine, Annie O’Reilly. There’s no rush. We have forever.”

Annie beamed, touched by his tender, heartfelt words. Thomas pulled his hand away after he gave her cheek one more gentle caress, then he made an exaggerated flourish as he sat back further on the couch to get into a comfortable position. “What are some of your questions?” he prompted fervently.

Feeling more confident, she responded. “Well… I guess for starters… I want to know… what kind of dom you are, what you’ll expect of me, how will that part of us work?”

“Okay,” he said, nodding his head. “That’s a rather broad range of topics, but a good place to start would be to talk about my likes and limits.”

“Yes, that does sound like a good place to start,” she agreed.

“As a dom, I want to exert my authority and control over you. Even with that, I have limits—things that I won’t do or partake in. Ever. For example, I would never do anything to cause you a permanent mark or injury. I do not engage in asphyxiation, blood play, electricity, or fire play.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that since it would be a deal-breaker if you did,” she declared.

“Annie, you have all of the power as a submissive. We will negotiate and define the boundaries of power exchange. I would never ask you to do anything that was a deal-breaker.” He shook his head vehemently, adding, “If this is to work, then you must be open and honest about your feelings. You cannot be afraid to speak up and let me know what you are thinking in that beautiful, intelligent head of yours. Okay?”

“Okay,” she answered, resolute. “Please continue.”

“Continuing with limits, it’s important for you to know I have never shared my subs or participated with others in a scene and I never will. That is even more non-negotiable now, given how much you mean to me.” He smiled lovingly. “Ultimately, I want a sub who will follow orders and obey my rules. I want to shape your behavior to please me. If you please me, you will be rewarded. Disobey me and you will be punished. It’s really quite simple.”

Annie thoughtfully considered this information. “Well it may be simple for you, but this is all new to me. I’m assuming you were talking about your ‘hard limits’ just now.”

“Yes, exactly. In BDSM, the range is endless. There are things that I love and turn me on, things I have never tried but might like to some time, and things that are firmly in the ‘No, Never’ category. It will be the same for you as we move forward.”

“Well, I like your ‘No, Never’ list because your hard limits are my hard limits. Let’s just confirm that right now. I would add exhibitionism and public play. Oh, and hot wax. I’ve read a lot of books with hot wax play and I know I won’t like that. What are the things you love to do and that turn you on?”

Thomas shook his head. “You are so cute. Hot wax can be a lot of fun, Annie, but if it’s a ‘No, Never,’ then so be it. To answer your question, I like bondage, anal play, and using toys to tease and torment.” The smile on his face grew. “I get turned on by having my rules and instructions followed to the letter. I love to spank naughty subs for disobedience. Nothing like a good old-fashioned over-the-knee spanking to make me want to fuck you till you’re sore and I’m sated.” He wiggled his eyebrows.