by Renee Rose
She blushed. “My friends are going out to a club, but I’d rather do something with you.”
He glanced at the open door to be sure no one was coming. “Well, I don’t want you to cancel plans on my account. Could I join you and your friends?”
He wanted to meet her on her turf, to get to know the real Chloe, the one he overheard talking on the phone a mile a minute.
Her eyes widened. “Well...yeah! Sure.”
“You think the old doctor can’t hang.”
She giggled. “You’re not old.”
“But you think I can’t hang?”
The sound of an exam room door opening made them both snap to attention. He made the gesture of a phone to his ear and mouthed, “I’ll call you,” with a wink before walking out.
He picked her up at nine o’clock. She looked stunning dressed in a little spaghetti strapped dress and platform heels. The dress was gathered and shaped around her breasts and then hung freely to her upper thighs.
“Wow,” he said, standing back and giving her the full up and down.
“Well, it gets hot when you’re dancing,” she said, as if defending her choice to wear so little.
“All I know is no bouncer will be making us wait in line.”
She smiled uncertainly.
“You look beautiful.” He slid the hem of her dress up to view black lace panties. She twisted to give him a view of the back, which had a cut out to reveal the tantalizing cleft of her ass, a flat bow at the top made it look like a present, just for him.
“Uh oh,” he said.
“What?” she asked nervously.
He gathered her skirt in one fist and tucked his thumb in the band of her panties, yanking them down to her thighs. “Those panties are made to be torn off,” he murmured, lowering to his knees and pulling her legs as wide as they could go with the panties still on. “You hold this up,” he commanded, handing her the fistfull of dress. “Don’t let it drop.”
He licked into her pussy and she squealed, unprepared for his quick onslaught. She rocked off-balance, catching his shoulder as he slid his tongue up and down her warm slit. Pulling her panties the rest of the way off, her lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, giving him full access to her treasures. Cupping her ass, he squeezed and kneaded as he flicked his tongue over her clit, circling and sucking, then penetrating.
She caught the back of his head with her free hand and gripped his hair, moaning.
He slapped her buttocks as he licked, causing her to yelp and thrust her pussy forward, into his face. He slapped again and again, the flat of his hand connecting with a satisfying crack, echoing off the walls of the small entryway.
“Ooh...oh!” she cried, her excitement evident in the pitch of her voice.
He continued to spank and suck until she began to yank at his head and bounce her knee. Picking up the tempo, he spanked faster and let her grind against his lapping tongue until she came with a scream so loud he feared the neighbors would hear.
He tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold, carrying her to the living room, where he plunked her down and sank onto the couch, pulling her ass up over his lap. He began to spank her again, marveling at how much he enjoyed it. She wriggled over his thighs, making little squeaks but it took a while before she began to make noises that sounded more like genuine alarm. He stopped and rubbed her heated flesh. “I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends,” he explained. “So I thought I would remind you before we left who is in charge.”
He pulled her dress down and lifted her up to sit on his lap.
Her face had flushed to the same pretty pink of her ass and her eyes looked bright. She snuggled against him, looking content. All the nervous energy she’d displayed when he walked in had dissipated.
“Go put your panties back on so I can rip them off you again later,” he said, helping her to stand and giving her bottom a pat.
The anxiety she’d had about their date had disappeared with the orgasm and delicious spanking he’d given her. He truly had a knack for flipping her switch, as he’d put it. His dominance allowed her to let go.
Still, she had nigglings of doubt about introducing her friends to him—worrying it would accentuate their age difference, underlining how young she was in comparison to him.
He drove to the club and she found he’d been right—the bouncer let them right in while he held a line mostly consisting of men outside. Darren had dressed sharp as well, wearing an elegant button down, slacks and shined black leather shoes. The drape of the shirt accentuated the muscles of his chest and she had to fight the urge to reach over and squeeze his bicep, just to feel the hard contours under her fingers. He had a way of making her feel safe and protected, as if he could handle anything. He guided her in with a hand on her back, seeming as comfortable in a nightclub as he was in an operating room.
She saw Leigh Ann wave from across the club and she waved back. Darren propelled her through the crowd to where her friends had staked out a cocktail table.
“Hey everyone! This is Darren. He’s my boss.”
Sarah, Jen and Tanya stared, agape. Leigh Ann, prepared for the news, hopped off her bar stool and offered her hand. “Better known as Dr. Dreamy?” she quipped.
Darren’s face broke into a broad grin.
“I’m Leigh Ann.”
“You must be the friend Chloe is always sneaking out back to call,” Darren said, shaking her friend’s hand.
“And you’re the world renowned expert on pelvic exams,” she shot back, clearly a little tipsy already.
Her boyfriend looked scandalized, thankfully not knowing the back story. “I’m Joe,” he said, heading off any further degradation of the conversation.
The introductions went around and Darren bought a round for everyone, which naturally inured him to her friends. There weren’t enough stools, so she perched on one and Darren stood behind her, sliding his palms over her hips in a possessive way.
She experienced a sense of pride at having him as her date, as if she’d shown up with a rock star, or a Hollywood hunk. But then Dr. Drake had been like a movie star to her, considering she’d spent the past two years drooling over him every day at the clinic.
When Leigh Ann pulled out a pack of smokes and offered her one, she shook her head without hesitation, eager to show her obedience. Darren wrapped an arm around her waist and bit her ear. “Good girl,” he murmured.
She shouldn’t enjoy being treated like a child, but the two words turned her to mush, like every little act of dominance from him. She’d thought a lot about their dinner conversation the night before, still trying to wrap her head around the seeming truth of her submissive nature. She certainly never considered herself submissive, but like he’d pointed it out, she had a defensive resistance to feeling that way that could be masking her true nature.
The club began hopping and he surprised her by going readily to the dance floor winning points for not even looking like he hated being there. By the time they took a break, her friends had scattered and someone else had claimed their table.
Darren pushed through the crowd to buy them bottled water because they were hot and thirsty, and she found Jen belly up at the bar with several empty shot glasses beside her and a hopeful suitor who appeared to be buying them for her.
“Heyyyy!” Jen said, falling into her with a drunken hug.
“Jen, you’re smashed!” she said.
“I know. I think these boys are trying to take advantage of me,” she slurred with a happy grin.
“Are you going home with them...or him?” she asked, not wanting to cock block if her friend was into it, but also feeling like she needed a babysitter at this point.
Jen pointed over her shoulder at the boys with an exaggerated look of shock. “With them? Nooooo!”
“Okay. Did you drive here yourself?”
“Uh…” she considered, as if trying to remember. “Yeah,” she said, giving an affirmative nod when she arrived on
the answer.
“Keys,” Chloe demanded, holding out her hand.
“What?”
“Don’t be dense, I’m driving you home. I mean we are,” she said looking over her shoulder at Darren uncertainly.
“Yes,” he confirmed.
The shot-buying boys glared at her for screwing up their sure thing.
“Should we go now?” Darren asked.
She nodded, her stomach sinking at the lame end to their date. “We might as well. Otherwise we’ll just have to watch her the whole time.”
“Come on, girlfriend,” she said, taking Jen’s hand. Darren took her other hand and led them through the crowd and out the front door. Of course, Jen began stumbling and nearly fell as they passed the bouncers, who then had to question them about how much she’d had to drink and whether she was driving.
Darren put an arm around Jen’s waist to hold her up. Her eyes were already rolling in her head as if she was going to pass out.
Crap.
She’d done plenty of drunk babysitting, and she relied on her friends to watch her back when she imbibed too much, but in front of Darren, it embarrassed her. They must look so young and immature to him, not even able to handle their liquor. Drinking like they just became of legal age.
They helped Jen in the back seat of Darren’s Cherokee and she collapsed in the corner, passed out.
Darren exited the parking lot. “Where to?” he asked, as if he were their limo driver.
Jen threw up down the front of her blouse, without even opening her eyes.
“Oh no!” she groaned.
Darren pulled over on the side of the road and they both got out and went to Jen’s door. Jen continued to heave, still totally passed out.
“Oh God, this is bad. This is so bad,” Chloe wailed.
Darren moved with a relaxed efficiency. “There’s a towel in the trunk. Get it, please,” he directed, lifting Jen out of the car and bracing her in a bent position so her puke would hit the ground.
When she returned with the towel, he had vomit down the front of him but looked completely unfazed as he took Jen’s pulse at her wrist.
“Oh God!” she exclaimed, the situation zooming from bad to worse in her imagination. What if Jen had alcohol poisoning and they had to take her to the hospital to have her stomach pumped? She knew her friend didn’t have health insurance and wouldn’t want to go, but she would hate to argue with a doctor over it—this could be very bad all around.
“She’ll be fine,” Darren reassured her with unflappable calm as she mopped the front of his shirt with the towel.
She exhaled in relief. She wondered if this was how he was in surgery, or at births.
Jen opened her eyes and blinked at them. “I don’t feel so good,” she moaned.
“I know, girlfriend. We’re going to get you home,” she said, using the towel to wipe her friend’s face and shirt.
“Chloe, we can’t leave her alone, can she stay at your place tonight?”
“Oh, uh, yeah!” she said, letting go of the last shred of hope she had for redeeming their date.
“Will you please spread the towel out on the back seat?”
She scurried to obey. “I’m so sorry about your car. I will clean it up. Fortunately, I have a lot of experience in disinfecting puke,” she said with a failed attempt at humor.
“Whoa,” Jen moaned when he lifted her up and placed her in the car on her side, managing to buckle her in place.
“Puke happens,” he said, seemingly unconcerned.
It sure did.
Chloe leaned her head against the headrest, miserable and embarrassed.
He rolled down the windows to clear the smell and drove back to Chloe’s house. She said very little on the ride, but he could sense her distress.
“Hey,” he said. “She’s going to be okay. Are you worried?”
She gave him a long face. “No...I’m just disappointed.”
He squeezed her knee and she managed a weak smile.
When they arrived back at Chloe’s, he carried the groaning Jen inside and arranged her on her side on the couch, with a towel spread in front of her. He sat down and took her pulse again.
Chloe brought a trash can in to set in front of her friend. “Hey. If you puke again, do it in here, okay?”
Jen opened her eyes. “Okay,” she mumbled.
She used a wet washcloth to wipe off Jen’s face and the front of her shirt.
He stood up and Chloe wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m really, really sorry,” she said, sounding as if she was about to cry.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m just...really embarrassed. You must think—” she broke off and sniffed.
He pulled her face away from his chest and cupped her chin. “Think what?”
“I don’t know—this is so immature. I’m sure you wish...I…” her eyes filled with tears.
“What?”
“Well...do you think I’m too young for you?”
He led her to the overstuffed armchair and sat down, pulled her onto his lap. “Chloe, I think you have some idea about me because I’m a doctor, or older, or your boss, that I’m different from you or that I look down on you. But...I’m not that guy. I know I gave you a hard time about smoking, but I promise I won’t judge you or your friends for having a good time.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t be upset about this on my account. I’m fine.”
She blinked her wet lashes, looking sweet in her sorrow.
“In fact, I’m glad it happened. “I’ve been trying to get to know you,” he said, holding an imaginary magnifying glass up to her and making her giggle, “but you’ve been hiding. Tonight I got to see more of the real you.”
“Ugh. Is this the real me? I sort of hope not.”
“I saw someone who has solid friendships with nice people. Someone who cares for and is there for her friends, even when it screws up her plans for the evening. That’s the real you.”
She blushed.
He caught the hand she had lifted to cover her face. “I make you nervous. Maybe that’s part of the thrill. But I want it to be the good kind of nervous—the kind that winds your crank, not the kind that makes you doubt you’re good enough. Because you’ve got it going on. You’re smart and fun and the hottest woman I’ve ever been with. And I like the way I feel with you.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, her confidence returned, her voice low and seductive. “How do you feel with me?”
He cupped her nape and captured her mouth, plundering it with a hard kiss. “Powerful,” he said when they broke apart. “Virile. Masculine. Younger.”
She pressed her lips to his, looping her arms around his neck and adjusting to straddle him. “Mmm,” she purred against his lips.
“I do, however, want to get out of this shirt,” he said, looking down at the nasty wet splotch.
“Ew,” she said, jumping off his lap.
He stood, unbuttoned his shirt and she pulled it off him, then looked at her friend on the couch. “Do you think we can leave her out here?”
“Yeah. I’ll come back and check on her,” he said.
Chloe hooked a hand in the waistband of his pants and pulled him after her, to her bedroom where she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. Maintaining eye contact with a sultry stare, she freed his hard length, grasping it at the base as she licked around the rim.
He groaned, the pleasure of her touch equally matched by the delight of seeing her so emboldened. He threaded his fingers into her long auburn hair.
“I love your cock,” she murmured, opening her mouth and taking him in, the shock of her moist heat flooding his senses with need.
“Chloe,” he gasped, his voice gravelly. He tightened his fist in her hair, gently encouraging her as she took his cock into the pocket of her cheek, her hands working the base in a twisting motion at the same time. “You like to suck cock, don’t you?”
She popped off, causing his dick to jerk at the change
in temperature. “Only yours,” she said before engulfing his shaft in her delicious heat again.
He shuddered with pleasure.
She wrapped her lips over her teeth and bobbed up and down over the head of his penis, stimulating the sensitive rim.
“Oh...God!”
When she switched back to taking his full length into her mouth, he held her hair, bringing his cock in and out while he stabilized her head. “Do you like having your mouth fucked, Chloe?”
He feared it would be too dirty, or too derogatory, but she gripped his ass, digging her fingertips into his flesh to pull him in.
“Oh, Chloe,” he gasped. “I’m going to come!”
She shocked him by staying on his cock, meeting his eye as she continued to move her head forward and back, caressing his most sensitive organ with her tongue.
He gave a bark of ecstasy, coming into her mouth while she held his eyes like a porn star. She swallowed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking proud.
Chloe had never swallowed before in her life. The thought had always made her gag, but here she’d just done it, and Darren’s obvious appreciation made her glow. She’d told the truth when she said his was the only cock she enjoyed sucking. She’d never fallen into a deliberately subservient role with a partner before, had no idea how much being on her knees serving would turn her on.
He lifted her to her feet and kissed her, his mouth aggressive and proprietary. Kicking off his shoes, he stepped out of his pants. In two seconds flat, he had her dress off and her bra around her waist as he crushed her breast in one hand, nibbling at the nipple of the other.
She arched back, offering herself to him, savoring the pleasure of letting him take charge of her body. He swirled his tongue around her areola, then bit the stiffened peak, surprising her with momentary pain. He immediately soothed it with his tongue, then withdrew his mouth and blew, cooling the skin. Both nipples strained, aching for more of his touch.
“Who do you belong to, Chloe?” he asked in a guttural voice.
“You?” she asked hopefully. The idea of simply belonging to him brought a sense of security, eliminating all her anxieties around “dating”.