by Diane Leyne
She reached over to the passenger seat and retrieved the bouquet of flowers she’d picked up at the last minute. She was going to do this right.
Stepping out of her Jeep, she hurried toward the steps. Then she stopped and returned to the Jeep. She changed from her flats into the dressy shoes she’d brought with her. She started back toward the steps, moving carefully. She was wearing a short, black dress with a pair of high heels that Ellie had talked her into buying a few months ago. She could barely walk in them. What was she thinking? But they did make her taller and made her legs look long, and hopefully Doc would like them.
She got to the top of the steps and knocked. The door swung open immediately, which she found surprisingly pleasing. But that all went out of her mind when she saw Blake. He was wearing a charcoal-grey suit with a crisp, white shirt and a black-and-emerald-green tie which she recognized. She’d given it to him for Christmas because it matched his eyes.
Not knowing what else to do, she thrust out the bouquet toward him. Smiling, he took it from her and then leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
“They are lovely, thank you. Let me just put these in water.” He grinned at her and disappeared into the small kitchen. She relaxed. Good old Doc. A few moments later, she heard the water and then he walked out with the flowers in a large glass vase, another gift she’d given him. He placed it carefully on the coffee table and then walked over to her.
“I’m ready when you are.”
He smiled and walked with her to the door, letting her open it and close it behind them before he took out his keys and locked it. Then he followed her down the steps and walked over to the passenger side of her car.
Smiling, she opened the door and watched as he slid in before closing the door behind him. Then she went around to the driver’s side, pausing to change shoes before she slid into the driver’s seat. She caught Blake’s eye and smiled as she put the vehicle in gear.
* * * *
Blake looked across the dimly lit table. It was so small that their knees touched, which he liked, but regardless of the romantic ambiance, he wouldn’t mind a little more light, so he could read her expression better. He thought she seemed happy to be with him. The conversation had flowed like it always did, but he thought there was an undercurrent that hadn’t been there before. She was sexually aware of him now.
Hell, she’d certainly dressed for him in a whole new way. She was wearing what could be termed a little black dress, but it was so much more, or rather less. It was strapless and low cut, defying gravity as it clung to her generous breasts. It hugged all of her curves and ended about six inches below her curvy ass.
His pants were now uncomfortably tight as his cock strained to get free. She had always been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and the fact that she was sitting there, across the table from him on a date, just blew him away. He wished he’d suggested dinner at his place, but he knew that they wouldn’t have gotten past appetizers if they did. He wanted her so bad he was going cross-eyed trying to hold back. He had thought that he would never be in this position, sitting opposite her on an honest-to-goodness date, and he wasn’t going to blow it by pouncing on her, no matter how badly he wanted to.
He’d even rubbed one out just before she arrived. He’d rubbed one out earlier when he was picking out his suit and another one when he was taking a shower before getting changed. In total, he’d rubbed out three since lunch and he was still hard with longing and as horny as a teenager.
He laid his napkin across his lap as their food was delivered. Then he took a sip of the very nice white wine Jules had ordered and took a bite of the grilled sea bass they’d both ordered. It was perfect. She was perfect. He’d been worried that they’d be awkward together, but they fell into their usual rhythm and they moved from topic to topic, laughing like the friends they were.
But there was an undercurrent that hadn’t been there before. It was sexual and electric. He hoped that she was feeling it, too. He took a final sip of wine and smiled, just content to look at her. Jules’s eyes were sparking and her cheeks were flushed, and he hoped it was from arousal rather than the alcohol, but they’d each only had a single glass.
When she lowered her fork for the last time, he reached out and held her hand across the small table, smiling when he felt the pulse in her wrist jump. And then she smiled and he felt himself smile back.
“So, Doc…”
“Blake, please. I want you to call me Blake.”
“Okay, Blake. A new name for a new beginning. And speaking of beginnings, I’m not exactly sure how to say this.”
His stomach suddenly knotted up at her serious expression. Oh, god. She was going to tell him that she just wanted to be friends.
“I, well, we’ve talked about a lot of things over the past couple of years, but there’s been one thing that was on my mind that I never felt right about asking.”
“You can ask anything, sugar, and I’ll answer it.”
“Even back when we first met, I never saw you playing in the club. I mean, you come to the bar all the time, but I’ve never seen you go back into the play area. Does that mean you don’t, er, like…”
“You mean, am I not into BDSM? And if I am, then you want to know if I am a Dom, right?
“Yes.” He could see the relieved look on her face.
“Can I ask you something first?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Are you a sub? You were playing at being a Domme when you asked me out, but I don’t think that’s the real you, am I right?”
He looked her in the eye, giving her his best Dom look. He could see the interest flaring before she dropped her eyes in a classic submissive response.
“Look at me.” He used his Dom tone and was rewarded as she met his gaze again. “Look me in the eye and tell me if you are a submissive.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Oh, she couldn’t know how hard that made him. He was going to have a severe case of blue balls by the time he got home. He’d been hard throughout the meal and every time he thought he couldn’t get harder, she said or did something like that.
Sir. She’d called him Sir and he wanted to shout out in triumph. He wanted to pick her up and throw her down on the table. He wanted to rip her panties off and fuck her until she screamed out her orgasm. What he did was call for the bill.
* * * *
The ride home was different than the ride to the restaurant. Doc, no, Blake, was different. He was more assertive. He took her arm and led her out. Then he walked her to the passenger side of the Jeep and helped her in and then he whispered in her ear.
“Take off your panties.”
“I’m not wearing any,” she whispered back. She had the satisfaction of rendering him speechless, but just for a moment.
“Prove it!” he demanded. Damn, she’d been wet during the meal, but when he went all Dom on her, she knew she’d have a wet spot on the back of her dress. Luckily, it was black and hopefully the wet spot wouldn’t show.
“I’m waiting!”
Slowly she tugged up the hem of her dress until her bare pussy was showing. She could hear a strangled sound coming from his throat. Was he choking on something?
“Are you okay?”
“I’m better than I have been in a long time and I’ll be even better when I have you tied to my bed and my cock inside you.”
Then he reached across and did up her seat belt, seemingly deliberately grazing her breasts. She knew he could feel her rock hard nipples and gasped with shock when he lowered his head and pressed his mouth against the right one, suckling on it through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped as his teeth took gently hold and tugged, before moving his mouth higher, claiming her mouth even as his right hand moved surely between her legs.
He pulled his head back. “Spread them for me.”
“The restaurant. People?”
“I don’t care who sees me claim my woman. I’ve waited too damned long!”
But he didn’
t linger. She wasn’t sure if she was pleased or disappointed as he swiped a single finger up her dripping slit and licked her honey off before closing the door and moving around to the driver’s seat.
After doing up his own seatbelt and putting the Jeep in gear, he turned to her. She’d tugged her skirt back down to decency, but she could tell that he wasn’t pleased. Did he realize she was testing him? Was he a real Dom or was he trying to give her what he thought she wanted?
“Did I give you permission to lower your skirt or put your legs together?”
“No, Sir.”
“I guess someone needs a lesson in what it means to submit.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, that’s how it is. You are a mouthy sub, are you?”
“Oh yes, Sir.”
“Good. I like mouthy subs.”
“You do?”
“Yup. Then I have regular reasons to punish them. I’m going to enjoy spanking you. Even more, I’m going to enjoy tying you to my bed and teasing you until you are begging to be allowed to come and when I think you’ve begged enough, I’m going to make you come over and over and over until you are begging me to stop.”
“Never, Sir!”
She smiled as she tugged her skirt up and let him see her bare pussy again. When he dipped a big finger between her legs, sliding it down low to gather up some of her honey and then using his lubricated finger to tease her clit, she moaned. Over and over, he rubbed, moving lightly, firmly, circling, stroking, even pinching until she was writhing in her seat.
She reached down and grabbed his wrist, trying to press his hand down harder, but he just laughed and pulled it away.
“Time to go home.”
* * * *
Blake drove as quickly as he dared given the darks streets and limited lighting. It seemed like only moments and they were pulling into the small, darkened parking lot behind his clinic.
Without a word, he exited the Jeep. He was pleased that Jules stayed in her seat. A good sub remains where her Dom has put her until she has permission to do otherwise.
He pulled his keys from his pocket and held them in his right hand. Then he opened Jules’s door and lifted her out, carrying her up the stairs. A moment later, the door was open. He carried her over the threshold and kicked the door shut before striding into his bedroom. He set her carefully on her feet.
“Strip!”
He wondered how she’d react. Would she hem and haw? Would she argue? Would she tease and taunt?
Of course his Jules would surprise him. She stood looking straight at him, reached up and grasped the top of her dress and pushed it down. It went down easily, first exposing her magnificent tits, and then it went lower, exposing the bare pussy he’d so recently tasted. Then it was puddled on the ground at her feet, half-covering those wonderful, ridiculous shoes she was wearing. He decided to leave them on her.
Taking her hand, he helped her step out of the dress and then pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to hers. With her stilettos, the top of her head still barely topped his shoulder. Leaning down, he pressed his mouth to hers, gently at first, but then stronger and harder, his tongue pushing against her lips, and then her mouth was open too and his tongue was inside that warm, damp cavern, pressing against hers, staking his claim.
“Mine!”
Pulling away reluctantly, he led her over to the bed. His bed. Now, their bed.
He pulled her into his arms and whispered into her ear. “I plan to do to you exactly what I said I would do. First I am going to spank you for making me wait for two years. Then I’m going to continue your punishment by tying you to the bed and tormenting you until you beg me to fuck you. Do you think that’s a fair punishment, my sweet?”
“Oh yes, Sir!”
“But first, your spanking.” He released her, walked over to a hard-backed chair in the corner, moved it to the center of the room and sat down. “Over my lap, kitten. It’s time for your first punishment. Oh, and leave the shoes on. I want you to be wearing them when I fuck you later.”
He watched as she absorbed his words. Her nipples were tight and her chest was flushed. He even thought he could see some moisture glistening between her thighs. Slowly she walked toward him, moving to his right side and gracefully draping herself across his knees. He helped her to get into position, her hands almost touching the floor and her feet in the air.
Smiling, he pressed his left hand down on her lower back to hold her in place. Then he ran his right hand lightly over her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. She was perfect. He slid his hand down to her thighs and tugged them apart. She tried to close them and he slapped her thigh sharply and tugged them apart again. This time she left them open.
“Good girl.” He ran a finger slowly down her slit and slid a finger inside her warm pussy, and he immediately realized what she was trying to hide. She was drenched.
“You are soaking wet, kitten. I’m going to have a big wet spot on my knee by the time we’re done here.”
Immediately, as he’d known she would, she tried to close them. He laughed and slapped her leg again. “Open wide and let me play.”
She moaned as he pressed his finger back inside her, along with a second. They went in so easily he forced a third in and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. Smiling, he turned his hand and pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. She moaned again, louder this time, writhing against his hand.
He pulled it out.
“Put it back!” she demanded.
“Since when do subs get to demand anything, kitten? I think someone’s out of practice, but don’t worry. I promise to spend as long as it takes to train my kitten. And now, your spanking.”
He gently rubbed her ass before lifting his hand and bringing it down with a resounding smack on her left cheek and then her right, then he paused. He could feel her jump beneath his hand and hear her cry of surprise, but he could also feel another gush of moisture. He repeated the sequence before sliding his hand back between her legs and pressing his fingers back inside her pussy.
“Damn, you are so wet, Jules. This spanking is really turning you on. Or is it the submission? You like this, you need this, don’t you? It’s what you waited for two years for Owen to give you.”
Suddenly, he had to know the answer to something, and to do that, he had to be looking into her eyes when he asked the question.
He pulled her up and adjusted her into a sitting position across his lap, his left arm around her shoulders and grasping her left tit. His right hand was buried between her legs, three fingers in her pussy and his thumb pressing lightly down on her clit. He watched her face as he slowly curled his fingers forward and rubbed gently against her G-spot while his thumb rubbed lightly over her clit.
“Do not come without permission, Jules, or it will be the last time you come tonight!”
* * * *
Jules wanted to protest, but she looked at Blake’s expression and swallowed hard, concentrating hard to stave off her pending orgasm. It wasn’t easy with his hand between her legs, and just when she thought she couldn’t hold it off anymore, he pulled his hand out and placed his warm palm on her thigh. His other hand, though, started moving, kneading her breast and plucking at the nipple.
She couldn’t stop herself as she moaned with desire and squirmed in his grasp. He just chuckled and kissed her forehead.
“Jules, before we go any further, I have something to ask you, and I want your honest answer.”
“What is it, Sir?”
“That’s just it. Are you responding like this because you’ve missed being with a Dom, or are you responding to me because you want me, Doc Adams, your buddy?”
“How can you even think of asking that?” Jules stiffened with indignation and tried to pull away, but he held her firm. “Have I ever lied to you?”
“No, but you’ve never given me the slightest indication you saw me as a man before.” She saw the hurt and confusion in his eyes. “It wasn’t until Quin came along that you seemed to re
alize that there were more men out there than just Owen. What I don’t understand is why, after you accepted a date with him, you asked me out.”
“I didn’t not see you as a man, Blake. For the longest time, you were just Doc, my friend. Hell, I didn’t see any men but Owen. Even when I was living in Seattle, I dated. Hell, I’m not a virgin. I had sex. And I played with BDSM. But it was always Owen who was the symbol of perfect manhood in my mind. No one else could touch that picture of him I carried around in my mind. That’s why I came back. Either I would end up with Owen, or I would put him behind me. One way or another, I had to start moving on. And I had started to do that before Quin. I dreamed about you, Blake. More than once.”
“Sex dreams?” He plucked at her nipple and she almost lost the thread of what she was saying.
“Yes. Sex dreams. But I couldn’t say anything that might freak you out. You were my friend. I had no idea you saw me as anything more than a friend and I didn’t want to lose you. I was confused about my feelings for Owen, too. And when Quin came to town, you were both in my dreams. You and Quin. Not Owen. And I literally woke up and realized that I was over Owen. My pining over him was nothing more than habit.”
“I was an idiot, wasn’t I, not to see what was right in front of me?”
“Yes, you were!” She smacked him hard on the shoulder and he retaliated by pinching her nipple until she started moaning. Then he dipped his head and took her other nipple into his mouth, suckling hard before biting down lightly and tugging on it. She wrapped her arms around his head and tried to pull him tighter to her.
He pulled away and went on with his interrogation, his fingers leaving her nipple. Jules wanted to protest their loss but then they were sliding back inside her pussy and she couldn’t think straight any more.
“Am I your rebound man? Is Quin?”
“Um! Nothing to rebound from, not really. My relationship with Owen was a fantasy. You two are flesh and blood.”