Doctor's Demands: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  "Where is everyone, Holly?"

  Holly sat at the large oval table and looked extremely neat and tidy, but her face was a light shade of pale.

  "It's just me today Mr. Ellis. Might I have a word in private, please?"

  "My intern Ms. Ruston knows the confidentiality clauses of this business. Please tell me what is going on."

  She turned even whiter again. I was sure she was a ghost now.

  "A few moments ago, before we were coming down here, the app crashed. They thought it was just something on the technical side but it seems that there was a virus in the software. Jack is trying to deal with it and the others are making lots of calls to see about it as well. I am sorry, Mr. Ellis."

  Jonathan looked at Holly and pitied her awkwardness for being the bearer of such disturbing news. She looked like she would faint as she sat in her chair, now.

  "It's alright Holly, the boys will handle it. This happens sometimes and they will reimburse us from the technical department. It's alright, really."

  Holly looked relieved that Jonathan wasn't in a state of anger or anxiety about the whole thing. She picked up her notebook and went out the door in a hurry. She must have had some things to do in this situation. I hoped she could calm down as she had obviously made a mountain out of a molehill.

  Jonathan sat down and poured a glass of water from the jug that sat at the centre of the table. He was definitely a little affected by the news but had not shown it to Holly.

  "Are you alright?"

  He put his forehead in his palms and looked up at me. It was the first time I had noticed any vulnerability in him at all.

  "I'll be okay. Jack will make sure it's okay. For every hour that it's down, we lose about ten thousand dollars in revenue. We rely on that to fuel the other projects forward. To help move against the competition."

  I had read about Jonathan's apps and they had even been featured in magazines as great, defining, study necessities for the modern world. There was a lot of pressure for him to perform in the mainstream media and also probably, pressure on himself. I continued sitting quietly as he sipped his water. He was silent and stared at the far wall in a trance.

  I thought about how hard it was for men in general. All of their life, they were told they had to work hard and be successful as a worker and then as a husband and a father. I mean, women got the same deal but they were less worried about the huge successes in business, in many cases.

  I felt for Jonathan as he was a great success to the outside world and his own company. Could something as stupid as a virus ruin everything that he had worked so hard to achieve? What a ridiculous thought. That the dreams of a man and his company could be ruined by a software virus. It pissed me off, actually.

  "Hey, there handsome, let's go and get a drink together after work," I said.

  He turned and smiled as he touched my shoulder and stood up.

  "I'm going to go downstairs and help the others. I will see you tomorrow."

  He walked out of the room and left me sitting there by myself. I was not upset about it and I knew he needed to see the damage for himself. I knew nothing about computers, or apps or software. I used a computer to type out my assignments and then I switched it off after I attached and sent them to the correct Professor who was expecting them.

  I walked down the hall and saw Jeremy who was on the phone with someone important. I walked into the Langdon room to collect my jacket and bag. I thought it would be best if I went home early. I opened the door and saw Jeremy who was still furiously busy with a client on the phone.

  "Yes, Mrs. Ellis, he will call you back directly. He will see you at home later on."

  I kept walking now and went into the elevator. Mrs. Ellis? He will see you at home soon. Shit, shit, and shit again. This can't be true. Jonathan was married. Was I his... mistress?

  Oh, no! I was the one he cheated with while his wife was waiting at home. Oh shit, why did that have to be it? I was going home to eat as many carbs and as much ice cream as I could. I dreaded to think what the woman might do to me if she ever found out. My internship was over. I would call and tell Jeremy tomorrow. Shit!

  JONATHAN

  Oh, I am glad to be home after such a long day. That technical operator needs to get the sack telling us that a virus had taken hold. I must admit I am glad to take a breath now that it was just a glitch in the system. A four-hour glitch didn't stop users from purchasing or using the application. It just meant that we couldn't access the data from the back end. What a pain in the ass.

  Mum looked good today when I saw her after work. I do wish she would stop calling Jeremy and asking after me every day. It makes me feel a bit embarrassed, really. "Successful CEO taunted by Mother," that could be in the headlines soon.

  Well, Sienna was good to me in the oval room. I hadn't wanted her to see me feel deflated like that. The showing of emotion really isn't my thing.

  I wonder what Sienna does when she gets home? Mmm, shower, dinner, a good book or a movie. I would love to see her in the shower and watch her lather her body in soapy bubbles. God, that makes me horny.

  Now where did I put my mail? There it is on the coffee table. Alright, bill, bill, bill and a black envelope from the club. Oooh, let's open it and see.

  "Dear Mr. Ellis. Thank you for being an exclusive member of The Voyeur. Please RSVP your reply to us for our Moulin Rouge show. Dress is tuxedo for the males and showgirl for the ladies. The windows will be extremely interesting. Saturday the 18th of this month at 6 pm."

  I will have to ask Sienna. The costume shop on Halloway will have showgirl stuff. It sounds very exciting. I can't wait to invite her, but for now, I must get some sleep. Potential viruses are truly exhausting. I will be back on top of my game tomorrow.

  I arrived at a quarter to nine and couldn't wait to see Sienna at nine. I downed a short black and expected to see her any moment. I would ring the club and RSVP as soon as I got the go-ahead from her.

  Today I thought that I would be really nice and let Sienna spend the day with me in the office. She could watch me and listen to the sessions with clients and learn a great deal. I was sure that she was eager to do that and later we could spend some time together after work. Mmm, my mousy brown.

  "Ms. Ruston is here, Mr. Ellis."

  "Send her in please Jeremy, thank you."

  The door opened and Sienna was standing in a gray pantsuit. Her hair was down and she had a look of seriousness on her face.

  "Please sit down Sienna."

  "I'm sorry Mr. Ellis but I would rather stand."

  Okay. She was pissed about something. The element of anger was definitely clear. I hadn't seen this in her before. It was sexy. I waited...

  "I know that you're married and I can't begin to tell you how stupid I feel, now. I can't believe that we have been doing this. Oh, the poor woman…"

  The top of her brow had a bead of sweat and I could see that she was affected by the news of my imaginary marriage.

  "I'm not married, Sienna."

  "Yes, you are! I heard Jeremy talking to a Mrs. Ellis on the phone yesterday."

  I tried not to laugh at her because she was so cute in her anger, and with a hint of jealousy, I found her unbelievably sexy, now.

  "Mrs. Ellis is my annoying mother who likes to ring and annoy Jeremy on an almost daily basis!"

  Her mind raced as she sat down on the couch and she tried to hold back the emotions that had overtaken her. She was extremely cute as her eyebrow went up and her nose crinkled.

  "Really? Your mother. I never thought of that. Shit!"

  Her mouth went into a smirk and she was still angry about something, I could tell.

  "Well, I don't know what this is between us, Jonathan. I felt so bad thinking I had hurt someone that loved you. I feel like I don't know where this is heading."

  Her beautiful green eyes widened as she looked at me and a few tears run down her cheeks. I walked over, gave her a tissue and I held her in my arms.

  "I wan
t this to go where we took it. I know that what we are doing needs trust and you may trust me."

  She looks up at me and smiles, "I want this so badly, too."

  I held her again. We are magnetized to each other emotionally. I also know my next appointment will be here any minute.

  "Go and clean yourself up and come back in before half-past so you can sit in and watch today."

  "Really? I am so thankful. I would love that, Mr. Ellis," she said as she winked.

  SIENNA

  Oh wow, what a blubbering idiot I am. His mother is called Mrs. Ellis too, how enchanting Sienna. I knew I shouldn't be so hard on myself but I downed a whole tub of ice cream for this devastating news last night, which wasn't even true at all.

  Alright, where's my makeup bag? Let's fix this face and sit in on a few sessions with Jonathan. It's what I have been waiting for since the start of college and probably before. Yep, back on top you go girly! You can go back in there and act like a professional.

  I must say I am relieved, and this green eyeshadow is helping to lessen the bulginess of my teary eyes. Oh God, I had been crying like a schoolgirl who dropped her sandwich on the pavement.

  I was glad I wore the gray pantsuit today. I had been considering jeans and a t-shirt to blurt out my annoyances but then my good sense overcame me. If I was going to break it off, I would do it looking good. It was far better that I'd decided that now I was going to be in the room listening to clients with Jonathan. Sometimes I did make good decisions.

  I had been so caught up with my agenda that I didn't even ask him about the computer stuff. But that was fair enough really. If he had been cheating on his wife, then it was not the time to ask how business was doing. I fixed my hair and moved back to Jonathan.

  I sat and made myself comfortable at Jonathan's desk. I was to remain silent unless I was spoken too. The art of psychology involved a lot of concentration and when a client was thinking or talking, distraction would be a push against the desired outcome. Clients needed to be able to concentrate on the psychologist and on their own internal dialogue.

  "Mr. Harvey is here."

  "Please send him through," I said as I pushed Jonathan's desk buzzer.

  The door opened and a large, bald-headed man entered wearing a brown, tweed suit. He looked a little dishevelled and placed his hand out to greet Jonathan.

  "Hello, Mr. Harvey. Please call me Jonathan," said Jonathan smiling.

  The man looked over at me sitting at the desk and carried on the introduction, "Ted, please call me Ted."

  "Ms. Ruston is my summer intern and she will be sitting in to listen, if you don't mind."

  The man sat down and leaned back on the couch, "No, it's fine."

  Jonathan waited for the man called Ted to start.

  "You see, I have to come to you because my last therapist is not really that good. He said that I was lying and my honor told me to tell someone else."

  Jonathan smiled, "Okay. There are no judgments here and everything you say is confidential unless you or someone else are in danger."

  The man looked around the room and went on, "There are crows that sit on my washing line at home. I have been feeding them with some sausages and some bread each evening before I cook my dinner."

  Jonathan waited for him to continue with a smile.

  "Then a few months ago, they all started talking. They tell me everything. How their day has been, where the worms are and how many mice have been counted going past the local shop in my area. They don't chirp but talk. Their English is perfect, and one of them also has a Mexican accent and he calls himself Pedro."

  Jonathan did not react to the awkward news that he heard from Ted... who was clearly delusional.

  "Has anything like this happened before?"

  "Yes, a mouse in my house also talks to me, but he is good company. His name is Wilfred."

  Jonathan flicked through the notes on the client and he went to the history pages.

  "Just one moment please Ted."

  Jonathan scanned the pages, "Have you been taking your medication for schizophrenia, Ted."

  "No, I have not. My psychiatrist went away and I couldn't get any. My mouse was telling me not to worry because the same thing occurred to him last year."

  "Ted, I am not a psychiatrist and I only talk about problems with my clients. I will give you Lucy Bell's card so you can get a script this afternoon. She is two doors down from this building. The characterizations that are occurring are from not taking your medication. They will cease after a few days."

  The man's face looked disheartened at the thought of no conversations with the birds and with the house mouse named Wilfred. He looked terribly lonely, I thought in that moment.

  "Next week, I will talk to you about some social outlets. Once your medication is on track, you will be able to enjoy a social life and make some friends."

  Ted's face lit up as Jonathan said exactly the words that he needed to hear.

  "Oh, thanks so much Mr. Ellis, I mean Jonathan. I will see you next week."

  Ted Harvey walked out and proceeded to make a new appointment with Jeremy. He was so excited that someone was going to try and help him socially.

  "Well that wasn't too hard," said Jonathan.

  I was impressed with Jonathan's manner. He had let Ted talk and that was refreshing. He had not judged him either.

  "God, imagine talking with crows and a mouse. He must have thought he was going mad!"

  "Schizophrenic delusions seem extremely real to the person experiencing them. I dare say that he liked their company."

  I looked at Jonathan and saw a caring side. I mean, he had always been caring but in a controlling way. There was nothing controlling about him now as he helped another living soul to feel better. It was a beautiful thing to watch him practice psychology.

  JONATHAN

  I send Sienna away for a coffee break and watch her long legs walk out of the room. I feel comfortable seeing clients with her here. I wanted to take her home after work and let her stay over. Then she'll be able to see that I have no Mrs. Ellis. The cleaner would have been today so the place will be looking great.

  I notice that Jeremy seems a little bit taken by her. I must set him up with Holly soon, I know he'll fuck her properly and treat her right. She has been a little over-emotional lately since she split up with Pierre. That name sounds like a heartbreaker's name. French, romantic and a heartbreaker.

  "Jeremy, call Holly to my office, please."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "I'll need you to take her into the Langdon room and keep her company while I get some bagels."

  I walked into the elevator and saw Holly as she got out.

  "I'll be back shortly. Jeremy will keep you entertained."

  Jeremy had only seen Holly once before because she was always on the floor down from ours. He had been taken by her long, blond hair and dreamy blue eyes. He would have done anything for her. He could have any woman he liked, but he got pussy-whipped and then sentimental. Holly wanted someone to be like that with her.

  I would take at least forty-five minutes to get bagels, on purpose so they could see each other and fall head over heels. Jeremy was not to eye my Sienna anymore. She was off limits and she was mine. Every last inch of her, actually. Mmm, the plans for tonight in my home. Oh yeah, I totally can't wait for the hours to tick by.

  I arrive back to see Holly and Jeremy through the camera in the Langdon room. Jeremy is laughing and using his jokes to impress Holly.

  "Please allow Holly to help you with your filing for the rest of the afternoon, Jeremy."

  The two get up and Jeremy buzzes and smiles, realizing what I have done, "Thank you, Mr. Ellis, I do really need help with it."

  I knew that they liked each other because he was still smiling at her even as he buzzed me. Sometimes being a psychologist was annoying because you could read everyone so easily. It was like the book of life was spoilt with a secret knowledge that should have remained sacred, in many ways. Oh
well, I liked having the secret gift.

  "Ms. Ruston is ready to come in, now."

  I watched as Sienna walked back in the room; there were just ten minutes before Mr. Robertson would be due. I walked up to her and squeezed her ass cheekily and she licked my neck to tease me.

  "You are invited to stay over tonight, Sienna."

  She smiled and nibbled at my neck. My cock was hardening.

  "Oh yeah, and what will you do with me, Mr. Ellis?"

  Her hand touched my shaft on the outside of my trousers and I moaned.

  "Mmm, you'll have to wait and see. Stephen will pick you up at six.”

  Jeremy buzzed and interrupted our moment together.

  "Mr. Robertson is here."

  Sienna pouted and walked over to the desk. I was trying to think of things to let my erection go down.

  "Send him in, please Jeremy."

  Mr. Robertson walked in. He was a very emotional person. I had been seeing him for sessions about twice per week to help him manage his emotions. He was affected by many outside elements. The weather, the media, the swirl in his coffee. He believed that there were signs directing him to stay or go a certain way, ‘on his path of justice’.

  "Hello Freddy, how are you today? Ms. Ruston will join us today as my intern."

  He looked at Ms. Ruston and his shy voice muttered, "Hello."

  Sienna nodded and let me get on with the session. I was proud of her for remaining silent.

  "Please go on Freddy."

  "Thanks. I was walking early this morning and the cobweb on the post was illuminated at the right edge, so I turned down the road and then I noticed a red door on a house and knew I was to head to Redden Street. I got there and a stray puppy was lost so I knew that I was to take it to the local shelter."

  "Well, that was a good deed."

  "Yes, then at the shelter the lady said that I was a legend so I bought the book at the library called, ‘The Legend’."

  "Oh, I see. How far did you walk home then after you did all this?"

  "I guess about six miles or so."

  There was no real harm in what Freddy did except that the altruistic behaviour may cause him to forget to eat or be stuck a long way from home without water.