Sam was charming, as usual, and seemed devoted to introducing the men and women in attendance to each other, but not in a pushy way. More than once, Johanna caught herself watching him and smiling to herself, exhilarated by the thought that he was all hers and could never belong to any of the women giving him appreciative glances. When the evening drew to a close, only two couples were left. Johanna lounged on a sofa, her feet in Sam’s lap enjoying her impromptu foot message. Brandy snuggled next to Mike on a love seat, counting the seconds until they could go home. “Well, I would call this evening a success,” Sam said, obviously pleased with the outcome of all the hard work. “Susan and Marcus, Ty and Kelsey, Christine and John, Josie and Colin, Amanda and Frank, Cynthia and Chris and best of all Brandy and Mike,” he grinned, raising his glass in salute to Mike. “
Grinning suggestively at Johanna, Sam said, “Let’s leave this mess to the caterers and attend to our own affairs for the remainder of the evening.”
“Hear, hear,” Mike agreed.
Mike pulled Brandy to her feet and whispered something in her ear that had her gasping.
Wrapping Jo in his arms, Sam said, “We need to get home quickly. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself after watching you all evening in that dress.”
“This old thing?” she teased, stepping from his hold and twirling in the beautiful silver cocktail dress. It was vintage style and boasted three petticoats, a cinched waist and a sweetheart neckline. The silver heels she wore glittered with each step and the diamond necklace and earrings made her feel like a princess. “I don’t believe I’ve thanked you properly for the dress, Sam,” she cooed. “But I will as soon as we get home,” she promised, brushing his lips lightly.
Sam strode across the room, grabbed a bottle of champagne and tossed his coat over his arm.
“Mike,” he called into the other room. “I’ve gotta go, now! Lock up, will you?”
“Sure thing,” Mike called back, helping Brandy into her jacket. He doubted Sam even waited for his answer. “Are you nervous?” he asked Brandy, noting the shiver as he slipped it up her arms.
“Nervous, excited, petrified, pick your poison,” she answered, not meeting his eyes.
“Wait right here, I’ll only be a moment,” he assured her. Going into his office, he gathered several items and put them in a medical bag. He then went to find John, the bartender who had been with the company for five years.
“John, can you stay till the caterers are done? I’d really appreciate it, and I need to be sure everything is secure.”
“Not a problem at all, Dr. Mike. I have a date with the cute little chef’s assistant anyway. It was quite an evening wasn’t it? Never thought I’d see the woman who could make Jeff come unglued. When he saw her salsa dancing with that client, I thought his head was going to explode. It was pretty funny actually.”
“It was. Throwing a woman over his shoulder and carting her away is not his style. I guess we all have our breaking points. Sam had to do some pretty fancy talking to calm the client down, but hopefully no permanent damage was done. You have a good night, John.”
“You, too, Dr. Mike,” John replied.
When Mike returned to the hall, Brandy was pacing.
“Why do you have your bag?” she asked, eyeing it in suspicion. “Are you going to examine me or make love to me?”
“A little of both maybe,” he teased, taking her arm and leading her out the door. “And you are going to do exactly as I say, remember?”
“I remember,” she quietly replied.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly as he helped her into the car, waiting until she buckled up before he shut her door.
Brandy was silent for the ride home, and he didn’t press her. He knew she was nervous and scared, and he also knew that nothing he said would alleviate that. Only after he’d shown her that she could make love and have a satisfying orgasm without her head exploding would she relax. It would be helpful if he could get her to relax first, but that didn’t seem likely. He would, however, do his best. He’d spent the last week researching her condition, and he had a plan. Now he needed her complete cooperation, and he would have it, one way or another.
As soon as they entered the house, he sent her to her room.
“I want you to go get undressed and meet me in my room in twenty minutes. You may wear your robe, but nothing else, understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good,” he told her, pulling her into his arms for a kiss. “See you in twenty.”
In his room, Mike assembled what he needed, turned down the bed and filled the sink with hot water, setting a bottle of lavender scented massage oil into it to warm. Then he showered and shaved as quickly as he could. As much as he hated to admit it, he was nervous, too. What if his plan failed and she ended up in agony?
Pushing the negative, useless thoughts to the back of his mind, he pulled on a pair of boxers, slapped on some aftershave and sat down to wait.
Brandy showered, too, just for something to do. She dabbed her favorite scent at all her strategic points and slipped on a gray satin robe that she thought matched her eyes. She refused to look in the mirror except to put on light make-up, knowing if she looked too long she would be on a roll, noting each of her flaws. Her hair was still damp and she left it down, hoping the auburn tresses hid her flushed cheeks. Tiptoeing down the hall, she giggled; it wasn’t like he could hear her coming with the thick carpet. Getting to his door, she faltered, resting her head against the cool surface. No man had ever seen her naked except her husband and her doctor. Now Mike would be added to that list. Clothes hid so much, she thought in despair. A stylish outfit could conceal fat and sagging and areas of cellulite. Sliding her hands down her sides over the slippery robe, she felt every imperfection. At one time, she’d been pretty, thin, and attractive. She’d been proud of her body and proud that looking at her and touching her could excite her husband. What if Mike found her naked form, well, repulsive? He saw beautiful women every day in his practice - how could she hope to compete? Sighing, she began to turn away in misery, but the door opened and Mike took her hand and drew her into the room.
Brandy was breathless as she looked at him. He looked much bigger and more powerful nearly naked, which struck her as oddly funny. His chest was a wall of muscle, his arms thick and well defined. She could see the muscles in his abdomen and the strength of his thighs. Good Lord, just looking at him made her want him, and he hadn’t even kissed her.
“Were you running away?” he asked gently, pulling her to stand before him as he sat on the bed.
“Ah, no,” she lied. “I was just thinking I forgot something.”
“Brandy, never lie to me. I won’t tolerate anything but the truth between us. Anything else will be cause for discipline. Now, were you running away?”
“No, I was walking,” she said, dropping her chin to her chest. “I’m too fat to run.”
Sighing, Mike stood and undid the tie of her robe.
“I’m going to let that slide for tonight, but from here on in, those kind of comments will not be acceptable. Take off your robe, honey.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to look at you, and touch you, that’s why. You agreed that you would obey me, at least for this one night, and I’m going to hold you to it. Now take off your robe.”
Brandy slowly released the breath she’d been holding and dropped her arms in defeat. The robe slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She didn’t try to cover her breasts or her rounded tummy with her hands, although that’s exactly what she wanted to do. Instead she stood frozen as twin tears trickled down her cheeks.
Mike put his large hands on her shoulders and steered her to the cheval mirror in the corner. Standing behind her, he saw the pain she was in and moved her hair, kissing her shoulder and wrapping his arm around her from behind, supporting her.
“Open your eyes, Brandy,” he ordered gently. “Tel
l me what you see.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered, the tears now dropping from her chin to her breasts.
“Yes, sweetheart, you can. Now please do as I ask.”
Brandy opened her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything except a blurred reflection. Reaching for the tissues, Mike dried her tears.
“Please stop crying and do as I’ve asked. Be objective and fair.”
Looking at their reflection Brandy finally answered.
“I see an older woman, much older than me, who is soft and flabby and I see a man who is handsome and strong.”
“And what is that man doing, Brandy?”
“He’s looking at the woman, pitying her,” Brandy whispered.
“Brandy, do you need glasses?”
“No,” she sniffed, “just for reading.”
“Let me tell you what I see and then maybe we’ll try again,” he said, holding her eyes in the mirror. “I see a woman with glistening auburn hair. She has lovely gray eyes that are shining right now because they are full of tears. The man holding her is much larger that she is. The skin of his arm is darker and thicker than hers. Her skin is like porcelain, almost translucent. She is delicate and fragile and very, very precious to the man. I can tell this by the gentle way he holds her.”
He picked up her arm and curved it up to his neck holding it there gently.
“See her arm, how softly curved it is?” he asked her reflection. “It’s made that way so that when she holds him, it is with tenderness.” Letting it slide slowly back down, he put both arms around her and lifted her breasts.
“See these breasts, how perfectly they are formed? See how full and supple they are? Look at the delicate veins that run just below the surface of her pale skin,” he continued, stroking each breast down to the nipple. “Each nipple hardens under his touch, preparing for his mouth and lips. The man enjoys how his woman responds to him. You can see it in his face, his eyes, can’t you?”
“Yes,” Brandy whispered, mesmerized by his tone, by his touch.
“Maybe in time, there will be a child nursing at these breasts, but the man doesn’t care. He will share the bounty of these beautiful breasts with his child,” he told her, kissing her neck.
Reluctantly, he released her breast and moved his hands lower, sliding them down her sides and over her hips.
“These are her hips. They are wider than her waist and they give her that cute little wiggle when she walks. See how smooth the skin is, how they fit perfectly in his hands. There are bones under there, and they serve their purpose, but he doesn’t need to see them, feel them. No, they are padded and welcoming when he takes her.”
“This is his home,” he whispered, sliding his hand down her tummy and cupping her womanhood. “It’s where he lives, where he most wants to be. It’s warm and wet and so very exciting when he penetrates her. These thighs are not concave,” he continued, stroking the inside of her thigh. “They are rounded and comforting when they wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.” Turning her sideways, he kept one hand cupping her and traced from her shoulder to her back with the other.
“This is her backbone, her spine,” he told her, gently touching each vertebrae. “Do you think he is counting them when he is plunging into her from behind?”
“No,” she whispered.
“That’s right, he’s not. He’s looking at the beautiful skin of her back, her softly rounded shoulders, and kissing her neck. Maybe he will sink his teeth into her shoulder, like a stallion now and then, just to show her who’s boss, but he’s not counting her bones.”
Sliding his hand down farther, Mike cupped her bottom firmly and grinned.
“This is her bottom. See how full it is? See the man’s smile when he touches her there?” he asked. “It gives him great pleasure to be able to touch his woman’s ass. It’s made for stroking, and kissing and nibbling and sometimes for spanking, and Brandy,” he told her tipping her chin up with one finger. “That’s exactly what you are going to get if you ever say another bad thing about this beautiful body.”
“Oh, Mike,” she whimpered before turning into his arms and sobbing her heart out.
Mike held her and rocked her gently in his arms, stroking her back and smoothing her hair.
He let her cry for a while, and then he dried her tears and shushed her.
“Now let’s try again,” he informed her, turning her back to the mirror. “Tell me what you see?”
“I see a beautiful woman, who is very much in love with the strong man holding her,” she sighed. “Look how her eyes shine when she sees him. Her thighs are glistening with moisture as her body prepares itself for his possession.”
“Very good,” he praised with a smile before nuzzling her neck. Taking her hand, he led her to the other side of the bed where he had set up a massage table.
“Where did this come from?” she asked in surprise. The fact that she hadn’t noticed it earlier was an indication of just how nervous she’d been.
“I bought it. It’s portable, adjustable, and I thought it would come in handy. I know there are nights I would appreciate a good massage.”
“Well jump on up and I’ll do my best,” she offered, looking the richly padded table over.
“Thanks, but tonight it’s all about you,” he said, lifting her easily onto the table. “Get comfortable while I go get us something to drink. I’ll be right back.”
When he returned, Brandy was resting comfortably on her tummy, her hands under her head. Mike handed her a bottle of water and went into the bathroom, retrieving the warmed oil.
After drinking deeply, he put both waters on the nightstand and poured the oil into his hands. Starting at her shoulders, he began to massage the tension out of her neck and upper back. Over and over he worked the muscle groups, moving lower, but always returning for a few moments lest she start tensing up.
“I want you to listen to me carefully, Honey. The only thing you need to be concerned with is the sound of my voice. You will follow my instruction exactly and immediately. The first orgasm I give you will be on this table.”
“But Mike, I wanted…”
“Hush,” he told her, slapping her ass sharply. “I am in charge here, am I not?”
“Yes,” she sniffed, “Yes you are. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just mind what I say. I know it seems kind of clinical, but it’s important for me to be able to watch you and monitor your responses very closely. If I were lying on the bed with you naked, wanting you as I do, I would not be able to be objective. We are working our way through this together, and you have to trust me to do what’s best.”
“Okay,” she moaned, letting his skillful fingers dig deep into her muscles.
“The one word I want you to think about is ‘open.’ Open your mind, your heart and most of all your body,” he told her using the same soothing voice he’d used at the mirror. “There can be no clenching of any part of you. Everything must be fluid, flowing gently through you. No grasping and tightening. That is what brings on the pain. I want you to relax and feel each stroke of my hands, each breath you take, each beat of your heart.”
“Hum…,” she replied, settling into the moment. His hands were wonderful, so strong yet gentle. He caused her no pain, only pleasure. As he moved down her spine, she became fluid, just as he’d asked. Her bottom savored every stroke and caress, yet she remained relaxed, chanting the word open, over and over in her mind. He massaged her thighs, her calves, her feet, even her toes, speaking to her in a soothing, encouraging voice all the while.
Mike worked his way back up her body, concentrating on her response and ignoring the raging erection throbbing between his legs. If he couldn’t bring her pleasure, they were doomed to a platonic relationship. There was no way in hell he would be able to take his pleasure and leave her wanting. Better no sex at all, than that.
Adding more oil frequently, he moved back to her bottom and spent a long time wor
king on her there. Moving closer and closer to her core, he slowly slid his finger into her slippery passage. Immediately he felt her clench around him and firmly said, “No!”
“You are to stay open to me, my love,” he soothed. “Nothing can be constricting your blood vessels.” Over and over he repeated the process of massaging and penetrating her when she did not expect it until he could slide into her effortlessly. Each time he repeated the word ‘open’ and she said it back to him.
Brandy was so relaxed, she felt like melted butter yet at the same time she could feel a need growing stronger in her belly. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and she added a little prayer to her chant. Finally he stopped and helped her roll over onto her back. Immediately her eyes popped open.
“No, close them, Honey, and relax. You have only one job to do here and that is to listen to me and stay open,” he told her, leaning down to kiss her deeply. Adding more oil, he massaged her arms, hands and fingers, stopping to kiss each digit. Moving onto her breasts he watched her nipples harden and her breathing speed up, as he trailed kisses along her collar bone.
He never stopped talking as he moved to her abdomen, his hand heavy over her womb. There was a pressure there she’d never felt before, and she was unsure if it was pleasure or pain. Something was different, but she pushed the thoughts from her mind and resumed her chant, on a journey so sacred she didn’t dare stop it. His hand moved ever closer to her core and the anticipation was almost overwhelming. Finally he stroked between her legs and she sighed in ecstasy, she had waited so long.
Mike placed his left hand between her legs and waited the space of a heartbeat. Quickly he pushed his thumb into her vagina and his index finger into her anus. Her startled gasp and subsequent clenching was disappointing, but he paused and let her adjust.
“Open, Brandy,” he ordered, and she immediately complied. It was far easier to feel the contractions in her anus than it would be in her beautiful pussy. He had to be prepared to stop her from going over the edge if she weakened in her resolve to listen.
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