Doctor's Demands: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “I won’t push you. Come on, let’s get up and enjoy what time we have left before you’re whisked away from me.”

  He pulls away from me and gets out of the bed and I feel colder than I’ve ever been.

  This is going to be so hard!

  Blake

  Zane is wrapped around Rachelle and glaring at me. He looks up at her as he hangs on her leg. “I thought you said you don’t have no boyfriend, Chellie!”

  She smiles at him and looks up at me with a wink. “I don’t.”

  I step forward and throw my arm around her. “Yes you do, if you want one that is.”

  Zane sticks his tongue out at me. “Her is mine!”

  I lean down and tussle his blond hair. “Isn’t she a little old for you?”

  He shakes his head. “She’s pretty, and she’s sweet and her is mine!”

  Max grabs the kid up and tosses him in the air. “I’m sure Rachelle has plenty of love to go around, Zane.”

  The word, ‘love’ he tossed out so effortlessly has Rachelle frowning.

  Too fast, too soon!

  With Zane out of the way, I run my arm around her little shoulders and pull her along with me. I have to have at least one kiss before she gets on the helicopter that will take her away from me until I can persuade her to let me come to her.

  The pool house looms ahead of us and I take her inside. As the door closes she throws her arms around me and her lips are on mine before I even have a chance to ask for a goodbye kiss.

  Her mouth is hot, and she kisses me like I have the air she needs to live. My hair is tangled into her fingers and she presses her small body into mine. I pull my head back and look at her.

  I push her dark hair back. “Say the word, baby and I’ll come to you. The minute you ask. Understand?”

  Her eyes search mine. “Really?”

  I nod and press my lips to hers again, backing her up until she hits the wall and I pull her ass up as she runs her legs around my waist. I grind into her and wish like hell she’d change her mind.

  Her chest heaves with her ragged breaths. “I have to go.”

  And with those words, I let her go and pray she decides to let me go to her, and sooner rather than later.

  Part 2 Lucky Investments

  Blake

  Out the window I gaze as I talk to Rachelle on the phone. The full moon fills the last pane of glass and I press my hand to it. The same moon hangs over her sweet head right now. It’s where I want to be so desperately.

  “So, finals, huh?” I ask, despondently.

  “Yeah, tomorrow is the last one,” she says. “But it always takes me a few days to unwind from the stress I put myself through to pass them all. Want to know what recipe I’m making for my baking class in the morning?”

  “Is it the one I got from Mom’s cookbook of French recipes?” I ask as I run my finger over the glass, tracing it around the rounded moon.

  “It is,” she says. “Only I’m adding a little extra French vanilla and instead of lady fingers, I’m using graham crackers and homemade whipped cream. Instead of calling it Tiramisu, I’m calling it Taramisu. In honor of your mother, Tara Chandler. I’m also dedicating the recipe to her in my written recipe.”

  My heart pounds at how sweet she is. “She’d love that, baby. She wasn’t a good cook, but God knows she tried hard. You should let me come to celebrate the end of finals with you. I could take you out or we could stay in or something. Whatever you want.”

  “That’s nice and I know most people would really love that, Blake. I just want time alone though. I hope you can understand. It’s been a ton of pressure.” She pauses and I can hear a long sigh. “Oh, and for my class where I’m learning to cook different types of proteins, I picked to make a ham. Wanna know why?”

  “I do,” I take in a deep breath and wonder how long she’s going to keep me away. She’s let me in a lot. Told me so many things over the phone I doubt I would ever get to know if we were face to face. “Please tell me, baby.”

  “I picked a ham so I could call my recipe Cam Ham. In honor of your dad, sweetie. I’m putting an injection of a jalapeno, cream cheese mixture all throughout it. What do you think about that? Oh! I’m dedicating the written recipe to him as well.”

  Her voice is so high, and she’s so excited. “I think you’re the sweetest, most compassionate and sentimental woman I’ve ever known.”

  “Nah! There’s much better women than me. Anyway, it’s cool too because the college makes a cookbook that sells all over the world and your parents’ names will be in it. That’s the real reason I did it. So you would have a cook book with their names in it. You said your mom had tons of cookbooks.”

  The woman is too great. “That’s amazing you even thought to do that, Rachelle. You seem to be more than able to do things for me. Let me do something for you, baby.”

  “It’s nothing, really. It was fun for me to think about. I’ve made recipes for my grandparents too. No big deal. Anyway,” she says and her voice goes soft and a lot quieter. “Do you miss me?”

  “So damn much it’s not fair.” I chuckle. “Tell me how you did that to me. One night with you and you consume my thoughts. I kinda ache to hold you in my arms again.”

  “You ache?” A long pause she makes then she sighs. “Me too.”

  The fact we could be together if she wasn’t so afraid of being left by me haunts me. I feel mad sometimes then remember her mother left her at a children’s home full of strangers when she was only three years old.

  How afraid she must’ve been. It makes my heart ache with the thought, but she never seems to want to talk about how she felt. She merely maintains she has no memory of that time.

  “So, how’s that noisy neighbor?” I ask as she’s complained about some young man who plays video games all night.

  “He’s gone I guess. I didn’t hear anything last night, and it’s nearly nine tonight so he must’ve went somewhere,” she says.

  “Or got a girlfriend to occupy his time. Lexi’s brother, Josh, my next door neighbor, has asked me several mornings as we pick up our newspapers out of our driveways if I’ve been picked up by a spaceship or something as my house is much quieter than it’s ever been.”

  “Why’s that?” she asks.

  “Because instead of nights full of playing video games and making all the noise that goes with that. I’ve been watching movies in my bedroom. Love stories, mostly.” I wait to see what she says about that.

  “You’re full of crap!”

  “Maybe, a little.”

  One love story I watched, and I had to watch anything else. The truth is I’ve been working out like a maniac. Burning up energy has been my topmost priority.

  “Why do men even try to pull that line? Women are not fools! So what have you really been doing?”

  “Working out. Okay, there it is! Happy! I’m addicted to working out.” I end with a maniacal laugh.

  She’s quiet then she takes in a breath. “So, you’re even more built than when I saw you?”

  Half my mouth moves into a quirky smile. “I don’t know. You want me to come to L.A. and you can tell me?”

  The way she hesitates lets me know she does. But I’m ready to hear her say the words I’ve heard every single time I’ve talked to her in the least two weeks.

  ‘I’m just not sure yet.’

  “Well, I do miss you like crazy,” she says.

  Those aren’t the words!

  My heart stops and I wait, holding the phone to my ear as I cross my fingers. “Rachelle, it would be fun. I promise not to make a big deal about your accomplishments, I swear.”

  “Let me think about it and get with you after my exams tomorrow. The last one is at two in the afternoon. I’ll call you after that and let you know.”

  It’s the first time she hasn’t given me a straight out, ‘no’ so I take it. “Okay! I’ll await your call then, baby.”

  “Good night, Blake.”

  “Good night, Rachelle.”
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  Rachelle

  Beads of rain drip down the window as I finish up my last test. The day’s been long, but it’s almost over and I can go home and make myself a cup of coffee and read a book.

  It crosses my mind that Peyton wanted to take me to a special dinner to celebrate the end of this semester, but I just feel like unwinding at home, alone. Kip and Peyton have been the best friends I’ve ever had.

  Friends are a thing I’ve kept at bay as well as boyfriends. People confuse me. When there’s only me, there’s no threat of upheaval. I’m not going to screw myself over, so it’s safe that way.

  I turn in my test after answering the last question about food safety and leave the classroom. It’s four in the afternoon, but you wouldn’t know that as the sky is grey with rain clouds.

  Even if I wanted Blake to come, he’d not be able to make it in this weather.

  I should’ve told him he could come yesterday. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want him to come like I want air to breathe, but I can’t say the words.

  My umbrella opens, but half of it pulls up and breaks as the wind pulls it. I ditch it in the nearest trash can and make a run for my car. The little white 2012 Honda Accord’s lights flash as I hit the button to unlock it.

  I slip into the driver’s seat and put on my seatbelt. One look into the mirror on my visor shows me a soaking wet girl, with wide eyes. She looks back at me with water streaming down her face.

  The fact some of that water is tears is something I’d rather not think about. Some of the other people who I have classes with talked about the parties people were throwing them. Others talked about where they were going to celebrate.

  Though no one’s fault but my own, I’m feeling sorry for myself that I shut out all who wanted to make this a special time for me. I grab a few napkins from the glove box and wipe away the tears.

  My face is left pale and my eyes look huge and tired. I am tired. So damn tired of living life like this. I shake my head and water is thrown all around my little car as the rain leaves my long hair.

  With slight determination to make some much needed changes in my life, I press the gas and leave the parking lot. No school for a month and all the time in the world as I have the month off from the restaurant I intern at.

  The boss said I could go in if I want, but I don’t think I’ll want to do that. I’ll go home, take a nice, hot bath and put on my PJ’s and relax.

  Alone.

  Blake

  The rain pounds the windshield of the car I rented this morning at the airport. Thank the good Lord I decided to take off super early this morning instead of waiting to see if Rachelle would let me come see her after she finished her classes.

  Using the GPS and the address Kip gave me to her apartment. I wait outside of it for Rachelle to come home. My heart pounds as I have no idea of how she’ll take this.

  I pray she doesn’t see it as an intrusion into her life. But truth be told, I think that’s the only way to get into her life is to force your way in. I have a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat and a bottle of red wine too.

  A little, white Honda pulls into a parking space in front of her apartment. Kip said she drove a little, white Honda Accord. The door opens, and she darts out of it, going straight to her ground floor apartment and then she’s gone inside.

  Here I go!

  I need all the luck I can get to make her happy to see me. I run through the rain, flowers and wine in one hand. I’m soaking wet already. I pound at the door. Not how I planned on knocking, but the driving rain makes it hard to have the patience I would normally have.

  The door flies open. Her eyes are wide and her hand is over her mouth. Then her arms go around my neck and her mouth is near my ear.

  “I’m so happy to see you!”

  Thank God!

  Her little body, I lift up and walk inside, closing the door, leaving the rain and wind comfortably behind us. Kisses she trails over my neck and down my cheek until her lips touch mine.

  Heat shoots through me and I have to stop walking. My arms are around her, but I have the wine and flowers in the one hand. I pull my mouth away just long enough to look around and find a place to sit the things down.

  Her reaction to me is better than I thought it’d be. I put the things down on a little table by the door.

  “Miss me?” I ask with a laugh.

  “Shut up and kiss me,” she says then cups the back of my head and pulls me to her.

  Her mouth is hot and her tongue slips over mine. I can’t believe how glad she is I’m here. Moving my mouth to trail little kisses over her neck, I say, “Sure am glad I came without waiting for you to ask me to.”

  Rachelle places her hands on either side of my face. Her blue eyes dark. “I was just about to take a hot shower. You’re soaked too. Why not join me?”

  Putting her feet on the floor, I say, “Lead the way.”

  She takes my hand and leads me to the one door off the little living room. Her bedroom is small and has a blanket the color of chocolate on the queen size bed. The curtains on the windows are the same color.

  Thunder rolls outside as she opens the door to the little bathroom and reaches in to start the shower. She turns back to me and starts unbuttoning the blue button up I have on.

  Once she has it open, she runs her hands over my defined abs. “Oh, even better than I imagined they’d be.” Her hand goes for the button on my jeans and I grab it, stopping her.

  I pull her red shirt off over her head and unhook her red, silk bra. Her breasts are perky and her nipples are erect with the cold. I run my hands over them. “Even better than I remembered. Gorgeous.”

  With a smile, she unbuttons my jeans then unzips them and pushes them down. My black, tight, boxer briefs are all that’s left, and she hooks her thumbs onto each side.

  “Uh, uh,” I say as I take them away.

  I unbutton and unzip her jeans and push them down, revealing red silk panties. She smiles and then she pushes my underwear down as I push hers and we stand before each other naked, finally.

  She takes my hand and steps into the shower. I follow her in and the hot water is welcomed by us both as our bodies were a little cold from the rain. Rachelle squeezes some fruity smelling shampoo in my hand then turns away from me.

  I rub my hands together and run them over her long, black hair. Suds form and I massage her scalp as she makes a little moaning sound. Leaning her under the water, I rinse the shampoo out.

  No make-up left at all as she blinks her eyes open. “You are a true beauty.”

  My mouth is on hers without me realizing I was moving forward. My hands flow over her narrow shoulders, down her arms to her tiny waist. She tangles her hands in my hair as she lets me deepen our kiss.

  I press her small body against the wall and run my hands down until I have both her ass cheeks in my hand. It’s taking everything on me to only caress them. I want to pull her up and slam my dick into her. But I won’t. Not yet.

  Pulling my mouth from hers. I let her go and take the shampoo and pour some in her hand. “Do me.”

  She smiles as I turn away from her and I have to lean way back for her to reach my head. Softly, she rubs the shampoo in. Then rinses it away.

  “My plans were to take a long hot bath when I got home. This is much better, I must say.”

  The shampoo all rinsed out, I stand up straight and take her back into my arms, lifting her up. “What else did you have planned I can make better?”

  “I was going to curl up in my bed and read a book,” she says with a grin.

  “Let’s do that then. I’m not here to interrupt your plans. Only to enhance them,” I say then leave a little kiss on the tip of her adorable nose.

  After turning the water off. I carry her out of the shower and see white, fluffy towels hanging on a towel bar. I wrap her in one and wrap one around my waist after running it over my hair.

  “Your curls are amazing,” she says in a whisper.

  She pr
esses at her long, dark stands with her towel. I pick her up and carry her into her bedroom, tossing her playfully on the bed. She giggles and I find the sound sends jolts of electricity straight through me.

  “Get your book and I’ll get the wine and some glasses. And don’t you dare put a stitch of clothing on. You and I are going to lie naked in your bed while we read the book you have to each other.” I walk out of the bedroom and hear her laughing.

  Going to her small kitchen, I easily find where she keeps the glasses and take a couple of wine glasses. I see a glass vase and take it, filling it with water for the flowers I bought her.

  I bring in the flowers, the wine and glasses and find her underneath the blanket and digging in her nightstand. She looks up at me as a smile spreads across her beautiful face.

  “You brought me flowers? How did I not notice them before? They’re gorgeous. Put them on my dresser so I can look at them.”

  I do as she’s said and take the wine and glasses to the other side of the bed and place them on the nightstand. She folds the blanket back for me and pats the bed. I lose the towel and her eyes go right for my package.

  She turns away quickly as red covers her cheeks. I climb into bed and act like I don’t notice her reaction. Pulling the blanket to cover me, I lean over and look at the cover of the book she has on her lap.

  “Steamy,” I say as I pick it up. A tall man with dark hair holds a blonde woman in his arms. “Let’s see what this is about.” I turn back to grab a glass and fill it with wine and hand it to her.

  She takes it and smiles, shyly. “Thank you. We can find another book to read. I have my Kindle in the nightstand. I can find something on that maybe more to your liking.”

  I pour myself a glass of wine and take a sip then turn back to her as I set the glass down. “No, that books fine.”

  I pick it up. “I’ll read to you first.” I pull her back to lie on my chest as I run an arm around her. I hold the book up and begin to read the first line. “Once, a long, long time ago there was a princess who longed to find her prince.”