Anger, Managed

by Amy Robyn

  “No more lies. If you are worried about me so much that you are sleeping in your car outside of my house then you can even more easily secure me from the inside.” I remove my finger from her lips reluctantly and open the door for her to step out. She does so with a huff. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love that fire in her. I wish it was more common. I have a patient that is in need of a backbone. She finally left her husband after ten years of complete torture. The man would beat her regularly and if that wasn’t enough, he would bring other women home and sleep with them in front of her and tell her how they were better than her.

  The poor woman had no self-esteem or sense of worth. I had to put her on a seventy two hour hold twice because she was suicidal. She did finally leave him and is living a new life under a different name. She seemed to smile easily the other day when I did her checkup. I was so happy to see her that way. It did my heart good to know I can make a difference in someone’s life. Thankfully I have a friend that helps women disappear.

  “If I stay in your house then we need to set up ground rules.” She says with her hands on her curvy hips, pulling me out of my thoughts. I start laughing again and that just seems to make her angry.

  “List your rules but I can veto the ones I do not like. House rule.” I smirk as I say.

  “Fine. Rule number one. No sex.” She states.

  “Veto.” I say over her. She rolls her eyes at me.

  “Rule number two. You do as I say, if it has to do with your safety.” She says as she looks like she is gearing up for an argument.

  “I agree.” She lets out a breath and a shocked look crosses her face.

  “What? You know more about that stuff than I do. I am not stupid. You’re the professional. I know when it is time to ask for help.” I say with a shrug.

  “Rule number three no kissing or touching.” She says.

  “Veto.” I practically growl. No way in hell am I going to be around this goddess without sampling her lips or touching her skin that looks so soft, like rose petals. No fucking way. She groans and runs her hand down her face.

  “Are you going to veto everything that has to do with us getting physical?” She stares at me with her unwavering gaze.

  “Yes, I probably will.” I tell her honestly because I probably will.

  “Fine then we do not get emotionally attached.” She says and I see red. What the fuck. I am nothing like her ex and yet I am being punished for his failings. I would never cheat on her or betray her in any way and yet I am being treated like garbage. I grab her and pull her in to me.

  “You are not capable of dictating emotions. You are not going to punish me because of what that fucker did.” I wrap my hand around her throat but not hard enough to hurt just enough to see how she responds.

  Her eyes dilate and her breathing accelerates. I look down and see her puckered nipples straining against her top. Fuck yeah. She likes this even more than I thought she would.

  “You like that don’t you baby? You like a man to take control of you. You want to be dominated. Don’t worry, you found your man.” I grind my growing erection against her stomach. She groans and I nearly cum in my pants. Everything this woman does gets to me in a way no woman ever could before her. I know that she is the one for me. My reactions to her coupled with the need to comfort and protect her are what lets me know I am in trouble.

  Her head falls back on a long moan when I bend my knees and let my hard dick rub against her clit. Seeing her like this cinches it for me. I will do whatever it takes to make her mine. I gather her hair into my fist and give it a pull. Her head moves with me and she moans louder. Yes, she likes to have a man lead. Good to know.

  “What do you want?” I ask her as I drop my head and start to nibble her exposed throat.

  “You.” Her voice is slurred with passion and it makes pre-cum dribble from my tip. It’s a good thing I wore my thick boxers today or I would have to worry about a wet spot.

  I do one of the hardest things I have ever done, I move back, separating our bodies. She whimpers and I almost say fuck it and take her here on the street. I push the hair away from her beautiful face and stare down at the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know it with a certainty. I feel like I am standing at a precipice and the decision to back off or jump, will affect the rest of my life.

  She licks her lips and looks up with her large blue eyes. Fuck it, I’m jumping. I lean down and brush my lips across hers one more time before pulling myself together. I only have one chance to get this right with her and I have a feeling she is going to fight me every step of the way. Why does the thought of that turn me on so much? I have always liked being in control in the bedroom but this is a little extreme even for me. It has to be her. She is drawing out the dominant in me.

  “Go out with me tonight.” I formed it almost as a statement rather than a question and realized my mistake immediately when she starts laughing at me. She may like to be dominated in the bedroom but she is no push over outside of it. Damn, she is perfect.

  “I think you need to restate that.” She says with a hardy chuckle. I cringe. Shit. I need to do this right.

  “Will you please, Agent Richards, go out with me this evening for dinner?” There, polite and I asked rather than demand.

  “Call me Ella if you’re going to be asking me out and kissing me.” She says as she narrows her eyes at me as though she still hasn’t figured me out. She probably will quickly. I am an open book.

  “Fine, I will go out with you on one date and if at the end of the date I find you boring then you have to sleep on the couch and I get your bed.” I want to groan. Jesus, my couch sucks. It looks nice but it is short and it slopes slightly, so that you end up wedged in when you wake up. I accidently fell asleep there once and regretted it the next day with a back ache that wouldn’t go away. I have to make this the best date she has ever been on.

  “Deal.” I tell her with a smile that makes her eyes narrow sharply. You can’t get one over on this woman. Game on.

  Chapter 5. Ella

  What the hell did I agree to? I have been talking to myself all night about how I would stay away from this man and remain completely professional. In a matter of minutes he has me throwing in the towel. Okay so maybe it was the kisses. Damn, the man can kiss. I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction. I usually scare men away easily and then the ones who do not scare are the ones that are not worth keeping.

  I followed him in to his house where he cooks me breakfast and even makes me fresh squeezed orange juice. In my experience if something seems too good to be true it normally blows up in your face. So why am I sitting here primping for my date like a teenage girl excited for her prom. I am even wearing a skirt. A mother fucking skirt. If that isn’t enough to prove that my cheese has slid off my cracker then the heels I am wearing should. I even find myself pulling out my ancient makeup kit and putting some on.

  I stand back and look at myself in the mirror. I do look damn hot but it just further proves my insanity case. I do not doll myself up. I never wear makeup and a skirt or dress, I am really surprised I even own any. I am fucked. I have never cared about the way I look. I was never this nervous before a date either. What the fuck is this guy doing to me?

  “I need lip-gloss.” I tell my reflection. I have a brain tumor. That has to be it. Yes, a brain tumor will explain the need to feel feminine. Maybe I should stop at the hospital and get a scan really quickly, just to be on the safe side. Who am I kidding? I want this man in a way I never have wanted a man before. Just a look from him makes me wetter than I have ever been before. His kiss, forget about it. It had my knees weak and my pussy having convulsions.

  I smear on some lip-gloss and do a double check in the mirror. I look good. I’m not a conceded person. I just know that I can clean up nicely when I want to. The fact that I want to now says a lot. I try to ignore the thousands of butterflies swarming in my belly and the fact that my palms are sweaty. It’s just a date. I try to tell
myself as I ignore my racing heart. Yeah, my conviction would be better without all the evidence pointing at my nervousness.

  Fine, I admit it. I like this man and I want to look fucking good. You would too. The man is an Adonis. If you do not respond to him then you’re either married or gay. I lean more toward you being gay. Married women are not blind.

  I walk out in to my living room as the bell rings. I like that he is punctual. The last man I dated was never on time. Even our first date he was a half an hour late. That should have clued me in on his character. Unfortunately I was lonely and extremely bored and those are a deadly combination when making any long term decisions.

  I almost didn’t give Ty my address. I was fighting him at every turn. I will admit it right now and to myself that he scares the living shit out of me. He has the ability to hurt me where no other man has before. I already feel more for him than I have any man I have ever dated. If I invest any in to this relationship, I know I will fall in love with him, which so far I have been able to avoid. It is a good thing since not one has been faithful or good for me one way or another.

  I answer the door and there stands the man that has gained my attention. He has not left my thoughts since we met. His hair is styled to perfection. His suit hugs his body to perfection and makes his green eyes shine in a way that makes my panties instantly wet. The man cleans up beautifully. I so badly want to lead him back to my bedroom and strip him bare to see if he is as perfect naked as he is clothed.

  I look back up and notice the stunned expression on his face. His eyes are overly large and his mouth is hanging open. I am surprised I do not see drool spilling from his mouth.

  “Fuck.” He says as his eyes follow every curve in my body.

  “How am I supposed to make it through the night with you looking so stunning?” He says as he shifts his substantial bulge in his pants. I can’t help but follow his hands as he does it. He is huge. My god what will it be like to take that into my body? Will it hurt or will it be so good that it ruins me for all other men? I have heard bigger is better. All I have had is small. I wonder if he could give me my first penetrative orgasm.

  “If you keep looking at me like that, we will miss our dinner reservations.” He says with a lascivious smile, like he wouldn’t mind missing dinner at all.

  I smirk as I grab my shawl and my small hand bag. I am starving and I am in no hurry to be disappointed. I know that sounds so pessimistic but I am always let down sexually. I only can hope that he will be the one to prove me wrong.

  He is a complete gentleman as he leads me to his car with his hand at the middle of my back and even opens my door for me. He even waits for me to buckle up before shutting my door and walking around the car to his. I thought all of the old school gentlemen were dead. I just met one and I am grateful I am the one who caught his eyes. I realize in this moment that I have made the decision to give this a chance. He has to be better than the last guy… I hope.

  “I hope you like steak?” He asks as he starts his car. I grin over at him. Steak is the way to my heart. Fuck chocolate. I like it thick and rare. I like the thing still practically mooing. It creeps out most men. They think that women are supposed to like it cooked all the way through. Just because we bleed monthly does not mean we do not like our steaks bloody and I am definitely not a salad kind of girl.

  “I love it.” He smiles at me when I say that and drops his hand on my thigh.

  “I knew you would.” He says as he give my thigh a squeeze. I feel a spasm in my channel that tells me I really like having his hand on me. Too bad we are in a car driving down the road. So far I have responded to him twice as much as I had any other man, ever. I’ll never tell him that. I do not want it going to his head. I wouldn’t want him if he was conceited. There is nothing worse than a man who primps and talks about himself constantly.

  We pull up in front of the best steak house that Colorado has to offer and feel myself practically panting for a taste. I have never been here before. There is a long waiting list. Most people have to make a reservation a month in advance.

  I look over at Ty as he climbs out of the car and walks around to my door and opens it for me. I normally hate it when a guy acts as though I am too weak to open my own door but when Ty does it, it makes a thousand butterflies take flight in my stomach.

  “How did you get these reservations so soon? I heard there’s a huge waiting list.” I ask him as he takes my hand and helps me out of the car.

  “I am the owner’s doctor. I also delivered their first child a month ago.” He says and he doesn’t sound boastful. He says it as though it is no big deal. That scored him even more points with me. I am liking this man more and more every second. Unless I find something that annoys me soon, I just might be in serious trouble.

  Chapter 6. Ty

  Getting her in the car and to the restaurant without mauling her like an animal was a testament to my determination to make her see that I want her for more than a good time. I just need to make it through the dinner and get her home. She is already planning to stay at my house tonight to watch for intruders. I am hoping to convince her to stay in my bed. She makes me sweat and my cock rise with one glance.

  I have always prided myself on my control. I never popped a woody in public. Well not since I was a teenager I haven’t. Though, back then a strong wind would do it. With Ella I feel like I am a mere boy again and it is a struggle to remain calm. I want her like I have never wanted anyone before. I nearly backed her back inside her place and taken her against the wall, when I saw her in her sexy as fuck skirt and heels. I can tell she even wore make up. Not that she needs it but it does tell me that she likes me more than she is willing to admit.

  I walk her into the restaurant with my hand at the small of her back. I want more than anything the run my hand up her bare back to feel her, soft as rose pedals, skin. I make my hand remain where it is, until we are standing in front of a woman behind the podium who is currently looking at me as though I am a tasty treat. I do not spare her more than a courtesy glance as I give her my name. I take that opportunity to run my hand up her back. I feel her shiver and it makes my cock twitch in my pants. Holy fuck, this woman affects me so profoundly.

  The woman behind the podium tries to gain my attention again by clearing her throat and pushing her chest out. Doesn’t she get it yet? The woman beside me eclipses her in every way. Why would I spare her any of my time when I have Ella to spend time with. The woman looks flustered. I want to roll my eyes but I am able to refrain, barely.

  “Right this way.” She says breathily and touches my arm. Ella pusher her hand away and take that hand. I beam down at her. My jealous little vixen has just shown her hand and I couldn’t be happier. This attraction has felt so one sided until this very moment. Seeing her jealousy should be a turn off. Instead, I would like nothing more than the bend her over one of these tables and take her, hard. She would know just how much she is desired.

  I shake myself before I do something she wouldn’t like. If I can convince her to share my bed with me then I can show her. I nearly groan at the thought of fucking her until neither one of us can move. I need that. I need her. I take a chance and run my hand down her sexy back as we follow the now pissed off hostess to our seats.

  I wait until she is seated before sitting across from her. The hostess sits the menus down before walking away. I think I will be telling Greg about her the next time I see him. Some women take jobs where the will meet rich men so that they have the perfect hunting grounds. I have never liked fortune hunters. I have never had to deal with them as much as the women who want a doctor. Medical fetishism is more common than you would think. We jokingly call them white coat chasers.

  I once had a woman come in for a physical that includes a pap smear. Her breathing grew choppy as I put on my gloves and even more so when I placed her legs in the stirrups. I started thinking she might be having anxiety like some people do around doctors. I had only ever seen it happen once. It is called wh
ite coat syndrome. It wasn’t long before I discovered how wrong I was.

  I gave her a pat on the leg before I started to lube the speculum so that it easily would slide into her vagina without discomfort. I lean down between her legs and started pushing it inside her. She moaned until I bumped it against her cervix. I knew then that she was turned on. At that point I just wanted to hurry up and finish, so I could get the hell away from her.

  I scraped the cells with my spatula and I could feel her walls starting to contract. If I even tried to explain what happened to one of my friends I know they would find it hard to believe that I wasn’t the least bit turned on by this. The woman was attractive but the whole situation just left a foul taste in my mouth.

  I hurried and pulled the speculum out of her. I lubed my finger, knowing the physical examination was going to be worse. I pushed my finger inside of her and she started cumming. I pulled out and tossed my gloves in the trash. I hurried out and made my nurse go in and finish with the patient. Ever since that happened, I make sure I have a nurse in the room with me when I am treating a woman.

  Yes, I have definitely experienced the white coat chasers. I can’t say I like them any better than I would the fortune hunters who chase rich men. Most of the rich men I have known, know the signs and would always steer clear of them.

  Ella looks up at me through her lashes as she peruses the menu. She has to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. She really does take my breath away. I reach across the table and take her hand. I want her to know just how much it means to me to have her here with me but the words get lodged in my throat when her tiny hand wraps around mine. She smiles up at me and it’s as though the sun is shining for the first time after only seeing gray skies for too long. I feel it in my chest where my heart resides.