Doctor's Demands: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  Rachelle

  My skin is on fire where it is touching Blake’s chest. He’s reading to me and all I can think about is how badly I want him to press me to this bed and make crazy, hot love to me.

  He puts the book down and squeezes me. “I want to offer you something. Before we get any further into this book you’ve picked out.”

  I turn to look at him. “What kind of offer. I don’t accept charity, Blake.”

  His head shakes, making his little curls bounce around his handsome face. “It’s not charity. It’s an investment. I’d like to buy you a restaurant. Anywhere in the world you want.”

  I want to accept so bad I can taste it. The menu designs spring up in my head before I can even speak. It’s my one wish to own my very own restaurant.

  “I can’t let you do that, Blake,” I say as I look away. “It’s very nice of you. But I can’t accept that. Thank you for offering.”

  “Why not?” he asks. “I know it’s like the only thing you really want in this life and I can help you make that dream come true. Let me. Please.”

  I shake my head. “I can’t. Blake, I don’t know the first thing about really running my own place. I can cook, but all the business part, well, I don’t know how to do that.”

  “We can find someone who does, can’t we?” he asks. “As a matter of fact, I could pick up where I left of with college. I was only about a semester away from graduating with a Bachelor’s in business. I could finish and I could run that part of it.”

  How fantastic would it be to have a place of my own to cook what I wanted?

  “So it would be yours too. I could just work for you then. It doesn’t have to be mine.” I trace a line over his tight stomach.

  “No,” he says as he pulls my hand up to his lips and drops a sweet kiss on it. “I want to give you the whole thing. I can help you, but it will be yours.”

  “Blake, what if I’m no good at it and it doesn’t make any money? I couldn’t do that to you,” I say as I bury my head in his wide chest. “It’s just too much.”

  “I’ve got a ton of money, Rachelle. Believe me, it’s not too much.”

  It makes a little bit of sense. “Maybe it would be a good idea. I’d like to try one here, in Los Angeles. It might be fun to find a place and fix it all up.”

  “So say yes then, baby. Not maybe, yes!” He tickles my ribs a bit, sending me into a fit of laughter.

  He stops and I’m left near breathless. He looks at me with the most sincere expression. I place my palms on his cheeks and say, “Yes.”

  Surprise invades the sincerity of his expression and he smiles. “Did the word, yes, just come out of those perfect, red lips of yours?”

  I nod and he laughs. Something deep inside me makes me hot as hell for this generous man and I find myself climbing over him, straddling his body, pressing my inner heat to his waist.

  “What are you doing?” he asks as I pull my body up his, sliding it along his taut muscles.

  “I’d really like it if you’d do a little more than cuddle me.” I reach up to run my hands through his hair.

  He takes my wrists, stopping me as he looks deep into my eyes. “You don’t have to do this, just because of what I’m doing for you. That’s not why I offered you that.”

  I return his look. “And that’s not why I want to do this. You showing up here like you did was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. You pushed me out of my comfort zone and I found myself happier than I’ve ever been. I just want to see if you can make me any happier than I am now.”

  The blue nearly leaves his blue, brown eyes as they darken. He tugs at my hair as he runs his hand through it. “You really want this? Cause it won’t be just sex, baby.”

  “What will it be?” I ask in confusion.

  “It’ll be a commitment I make to you, and you to me. It will be what cements this thing you and I have. Where you’re concerned, I feel extremely possessive. When I make you mine, you will stay mine.”

  I’d laugh if he wasn’t so fucking intense right now. His hand runs over my back then he does the same with the other one, pulling me down to him. His body is hot and mine is quivering with need for him.

  “Make me yours,” I whisper though I’m scared to death what that really means.

  “As you wish, Rachelle.”

  Rolling me to my back, Blake rakes his fingers across my chest. One breast he takes into his large hand and leans over to kiss it then he takes a little pull on it. A harder pull he makes and I groan as it pulls something deep in my stomach.

  His hand runs over my stomach and down between my thighs. Soft strokes he makes up and down my heating folds. My little bud he takes between two fingers and twirls it until it aches.

  Between the way that he’s sucking my breast and pulling on my clit has me shaking with desire with the need for him to fill me. But he’s not making that move yet and I’m about to fall over the edge.

  This is the first time a man has made me orgasm. I was unsure I could under a man’s touch. But Blake is no ordinary man. One more press of his finger against my clit and a hard tug on my nipple sends me screaming his name as I fall into the abyss.

  My legs shake as he releases my breast and moves down my body. His tongue darts inside me as he places his hands under my knees and pulls them up. My body is pulsing with the orgasm and he tastes the juices his touch made.

  I shiver as his wet, hot tongue glides up my folds and taps at the swollen bud. My hands fist in the sheets as he kisses me gently there. His hands run around, cupping an ass cheek in each one as he pulls my body to him.

  His sweet kiss goes hard in an instant and he nips at my little bud, making me scream for him. “Blake, God! Blake, please take me!”

  I can feel him smiling and he licks at my folds with a fervor I’ve never seen before. Like an animal, he licks every part of me, as if he’s marking me with his scent. Little bites he leaves behind every lick he makes.

  My body is growing hyper-sensitive with his attention. Nipping and sucking at my clit, he stops suddenly and looks at me. I open my eyes to see why’s he’s stopped. I’m so close.

  “Come!” he orders and stares into my eyes.

  As I look at him, my body starts climaxing and I can’t seem to look away from his dark eyes. He smiles and leaves gentle kisses on my sex before he kisses all the way up my body as he glides over me.

  My vagina pulses and when I feel the tip of his large dick against it, I nearly come again. He can’t get inside me fast enough. I arch up to him and he presses me back down.

  “Slow, baby. Let me take you how I want to. You’re mine now. To protect, take care of, and cherish. Let me do that.”

  He moves closer and slides his tongue over my closed lips. I part them for him and he slips it in. The taste of myself in his mouth has me ravenous for him. Yet he holds back as the ache I had for him continues to build inside me.

  His dick toys with the edges of my vagina. A little dip he makes then pulls it up and runs it over my folds and presses the satiny tip to my clit, swollen to the max.

  My breath comes in spurts and his kiss goes deeper. His tongue runs over mine at the back of my throat. My body shakes as his cock presses into me a little more than just the tip.

  My hands run over his back and I press gently on his ass to go deeper. He pulls back out, making the tiniest of strokes. My vagina is quaking for him to give me more.

  Short, little strokes he makes. It’s taunting the shit out of me, making me squirm beneath him to try to get him to move his thick dick deeper into me. He pulls his mouth from mine and grins.

  He thrusts hard into me up to the hilt of his long thick, and hot dick. I gasp as it fills me entirely. Warmth spreads through me as he leaves it there. My body has to stretch to accommodate his girth.

  He pulls out all the way, slowly. The space he leaves cries for him to go back and I have to hold back tears that threaten to flood as I’ve never felt this good before. Lowering his head, he takes
a bit of flesh from my neck between his teeth and bites it as he pushes into me hard again.

  I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to hold him to me. I don’t ever want him to leave me. I never want this to end.

  He pulls out again as he kisses my neck then my shoulder then my lips. And he strokes back into me with a vengeance. Deep, hard strokes he makes as he kisses me, his tongue mimicking what his dick is doing to me.

  My hands roam freely all over his back and into his hair before going back to his ass and reveling in how his muscles moves as he does. It’s magnificent and I can’t believe how lucky I am.

  A tear escapes and then another as my body arches up to his. I never needed anything or anyone so damn much and I find myself afraid. But I can’t stop. I have to feel him inside me, stroking and easing a pain in me that has lingered so long I thought it was a part of me.

  It’s not though. I can feel it leaving me. As if he’s somehow pushing it away as he takes my body, making it his. Seems his body wants none of that pain mine has kept hidden deep inside. It’s pushing it all away. Leaving an empty spot where it was.

  Pleasure and happiness begin to fill the voids and my tears stop flowing as he loves me. I arch up to him and try to let him know how happy he’s making me. I want to please him as much as he’s pleasing me.

  Time stands still as my body splinters into a million pieces then reforms as his tenses and heat fills me as he holds me tight to him.

  That was nothing like the sex I’ve had before, not one damn thing like it!

  Blake

  Her sweet, sleeping face I gaze at as I hold her in my arms. She’ll play hell getting me to ever let her go. Her body reacted to mine in a way no one’s ever has.

  She needs me more than she even realizes. She has deep pain and only the love I have for her can take that away. Her body gave itself to me, easily. Her mind will take a little longer.

  The morning sun is beginning to peek through the sides of the curtain and I slip from the bed to make a surprise for her. A little breakfast in bed should show her how much she means to me.

  She made an attempt to bring me more pleasure by taking me into her sweet mouth, but I wouldn’t let her. I wanted our first time to be about her and her alone. I had an abundance of pleasure anyway.

  I felt at home inside her. It was an experience that I had no idea could even occur. Naked as the day I was born I look through her fridge to find it nearly bare.

  I will have to fix this!

  Sneaking back into her bathroom, I take my cell phone from the pocket of my jeans. Back into the living room I go and look up what restaurant is near us. I find one and make a call, ordering us something for breakfast.

  Going back to the bathroom, I put my jeans on and get my rental car keys. I glance at Rachelle who is still sleeping soundly, making the tiniest snore as she does.

  I go out and get my bag from the back of the car and go back inside. A car pulls up and a young woman gets out with a takeout bag in her hand.

  “Blake Chandler?”

  “Yep. Is that for me?” I ask as I go back to meet her.

  Her eyes run over my body and she sighs.

  “Good morning. I hope you enjoy it. You should come into the restaurant. Maybe for lunch. I work until two today.”

  I laugh. “We’ll see what my wife wants to do.”

  The young thing blushes and mumbles, “Crap! Okay, thanks for ordering from us.” She climbs back into her car as I go inside.

  I find a couple of plates and take the omelets out of the Styrofoam containers and plate them up as prettily as I can. The red and green bell peppers I artistically place atop them.

  Orange mimosas, I ordered as well and fill a couple of juice glasses with the sweet liquid. I see a hint of something red and find a single small red rosebud they added in. I smile as I told the person who answered the phone and took my order I was making breakfast in bed for my girlfriend.

  I find it’s in a tiny vase and add a little water to it and find a tray to carry it all on. Rachelle stirs as I come back into the bedroom. She rubs her eye with the back of her hand and stretches.

  “Hey,” I say, quietly. “You look like you slept well.”

  Her cheeks are red from how much we kissed and the stubble from my five o’clock shadow rubbed them. She pulls her body up into a sitting position and moans. “God, I’m sore.”

  “Mission accomplished then,” I say with a chuckle. I take the tray and sit it on the nightstand next to her. “I was going to make you breakfast, but you are lacking the little things they call food to prepare you anything. So I ordered out and I think I might have a date for lunch later if what the teenage girl said was any indication.”

  “You’re taken,” she says with a grin and takes a lock of my hair and pulls me to her. “So, she’ll just have to be disappointed.” She places a kiss on my cheek and lets me go. “So what did you get us?”

  I place the tray over her lap and she looks at the food hungrily. “I am starved. I haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday.”

  As I climb into bed next to her I frown. “You shouldn’t wait that long between meals, baby. I’m taking you to the grocery store in a little while. We’re filling this place up with food. I want you to make me something you love to make for dinner tonight. I’m taking you to your most favorite restaurant for lunch today.”

  “You don’t have to….” she says.

  I place my finger to her lips. “It’s so we can check out the competition of what you want to make yours like. Don’t worry, I remember how you don’t want anyone to make a big deal over you or your accomplishments.”

  “So, a recon mission then?” she asks with a smile. “Yeah, I can do that.”

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman who was so dead set on no one doing anything nice for her before!

  Rachelle

  As another round of rain storms blows in I get dressed after another amazing shower with Blake. The man is beyond generous in the bedroom. I catch my reflection in the mirror as I button the last button on my pale blue shirt.

  I’m reminded of a picture my grandparents have in their home of my mother. Her hair is brown where mine is black but it’s straight as a board, just like mine is. Her eyes are blue like mine and in that picture she had on a pale blue shirt.

  It settles back in, the pain that Blake managed to move out of me. The reality of life sets in and I know this thing with Blake won’t last. It can’t. It’s too much like a fairy tale.

  What did I do last night?

  The man said he’d give me a restaurant and the next thing I know I’m handing myself over to him.

  What a complete whore I am!

  Who does that? Who just gives themselves to someone they barely know because they gave them something?

  A whore, that’s who!

  Taking long strides I go out to the living room to tell Blake I can’t take his offer. He sits on the sofa, messing around with his cell phone. He looks up with a smile on his handsome face. It quickly turns to an expression of concern as he sees me.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  He tries to get up, but I beat him to it and place my hands on his broad shoulders.

  “I thought it over and I can’t take you up on that offer you gave me yesterday.”

  “No,” he says as he shakes his head. “No, way, Rachelle. That’s a done deal. You can’t go back on it. I’m all types of excited to do this and I’m not letting you stop me. Your fear or whatever it is, I want that shit gone. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  “Blake, I’m ashamed of myself.” I sit down across from him and put my head in my hands. “You have no idea of how much shame I feel right now.”

  “For?” He looks at me like I’m nuts.

  “For handing myself over to you after you gave me such a fantastic thing. Just like a damn whore!”

  “A whore?” He rises and comes to me. His hand is gentle on my cheek. “Baby, you are nothing at all like that. You’re
the sweetest thing and I respect you to the hilt. Don’t ever let me hear you talking about yourself like that ever again.” He takes my chin in his large hand and makes me look at him. “Do you understand me, angel? Tell me you do.”

  “Blake, that was a cheap thing for me to do. Something akin to what my mother would do to get what she wanted.” I look away, even though he holds my chin tight in his hand.

  “Look at me,” he says with a commanding tone. “Rachelle Stone, look at me!”

  My eyes move slowly back to his. “There’s really not a thing you can say to me to change my mind.”

  “You are not your mother.” He lets my chin go and walks away from me.

  He disappears around the corner and into my bedroom. Leaving me to think about what he’s said I suppose. My mind spins as I think about the things I’ve done.

  I move a little, igniting the pain for an instant that came with the stiffness from letting my body react to him. The way he filled me completely, stretching me to fit him.

  Running my arms around myself, I shiver with the memory of the fantastic sensation. I felt whole for the first time ever. In his arms, with him all around me, I felt complete.

  He steps out of the bedroom. Something in his hand draws my attention. A long, gold chain he holds out to me. Something round dangles from it and I take it in my hand to find a picture of an adorable little dark haired girl, maybe two or three years old. No smile covers her sweet face. No frown either, just nothing. A vacant stare into the camera.

  “What’s this?” I ask.

  “That’s you, baby.” Blake kneels in front of me. “Max called your old foster mom. She said she had that. It was the only picture of you she managed to get. She sent it to me when I called her to talk about you with her.”

  I snap my head to look at him. “Blake! That was not something you should’ve done! How dare you!”

  One finger he places to my lips. “Baby, I care about you. I have to know what all happened to you in order to understand what’s going on in that mind of yours.”