Her Dominant Doctor

by Bella Jackson

  “Oh, yes, I am sure you are a sub. You have so many characteristics that led me to this conclusion. Let me turn the tables and ask the questions. You have a desire to please me. True?”

  “Yes,” she responded.

  “And you have no problem with letting me take the lead? Make the decisions about picking you up at your house, deciding where we would go, what we would do.”

  “No, I have no problem with it.”

  “You liked it when I took control in the bedroom?” His voice was husky.

  “Yes, that’s most assuredly true. I was actually relieved that you did.”

  Thomas considered her statement. “Why do you say that?”

  “Truth is, I’m not that experienced with sexual relationships. I’ve only been with three men before you.” she answered.

  Thomas felt a surge of jealousy. He did not want to think about another man touching Annie. She belonged to him. Intellectually he knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of her past. Regardless, he felt resentment toward the unnamed men. “I think you have many qualities of a submissive, Annie. You defer to my lead. You have a general willingness and desire to please. You were unafraid to take direction in bed. Even more than that, you didn’t act ashamed when you did submit in bed. All of those qualities, personality characteristics, whatever you want to call them. Annie, they are part of who you are.”

  Her expression was thoughtful, her eyes alight with fascination. “I guess I have never thought about it that way before. Your observations are correct. I am a people pleaser and I don’t have a problem surrendering to you in bed. In fact, I like it,” she smiled. “Like… really like it.”

  “I’m so glad for that,” he replied, “that you like it, because I will do more of it.” His voice was teasing and light.

  “One thing that does not make sense to me though—in my everyday life, I’m the leader and teacher. I give direction to others and have to make decisions on a daily basis. People look to me for the answers. Wouldn’t that make me more dominant than submissive?” she asked.

  Thomas nodded his head. “I can see why you would view it that way; however, many people who are strong, prominent, take-charge people by day look to surrender that control to another’s authority. In many ways, the submissive freely gives over power so that the dominant can create a sense of security and safety for her, allowing her to just feel and experience. Handing one’s control over requires trust and that, in my opinion, takes great strength. I consider it a gift to be cultivated and cherished.” He paused, staring into her chocolate brown eyes. They were so full of depth and acceptance. He was in awe of her. “I recognized almost immediately your submissive tendencies. Although I did not know if you would act on those tendencies, especially in the bedroom, I certainly hoped. I knew I needed to get to know you more. Honestly, I’m insanely infatuated with you. I have been since I first laid eyes on you.” Thomas stroked her cheek bringing his forehead to rest on hers. His heart was pounding. Her delicate scent roused his primal need. He rubbed his nose in her hair, kissing her temple.

  Pulling his head back, his eyes swept over her face. He was so captivated by her charm. He wanted to convey his admiration, as well as his desire. Make her understand the depth of his attraction to her. “Annie, when I met you, you were so ill. Vulnerable and alone. You had been through a horrible ordeal, yet you were also calm and articulate despite your physical pain. You were witty. I saw you in those moments, the good person that you are. God, I’ve been so afraid you would be scared off when you knew the truth. Yet here you sit. Not put off or afraid or repulsed for that matter. You beguile me. My feelings for you are strong. My desire to show you my world… Annie, it’s more than I could hope for. That you could want me—all of me as I am. That I could help you be who you are. I’m at a loss for words.”

  “Oh, that is so not the truth, Thomas. You have words, lovely words that speak to my heart.”

  Unable to wait another moment, Thomas pulled her onto his lap, embracing her securely in his arms. Thomas sweetly kissed her forehead, temples, down to her cheeks. They were baby kisses filled with affection and wonder. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. He kissed her on the lips and she immediately responded. The kiss started slowly at first, but it quickly built to an urgency, a kiss deep in its promise. A kiss that confirmed that they were right together. That they belonged together.

  As they stopped to catch their breath, Annie spoke. “We have so much to talk about. I have so many questions.”

  “I know, angel, and we will talk.” Desire coursed through him. He did not doubt that Annie could feel the evidence of his arousal prominent against her leg. “For right now, though, I want you. I want to be inside you. I need you, Annie.” Thomas knew he had never spoken a greater truth.

  Chapter Five

  Annie and Thomas walked into her bedroom and they silently undressed each other. Annie’s hands shook as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her entire body quivered in anticipation. An expectation of hope like she never felt before coursed through her soul. She knew that her life would never be the same again. It did not matter that it was one of the briefest courtships in history. Annie knew instinctively that she had found her soul mate and she was confident that Thomas felt the same way.

  Their kissing resumed as they lay on the bed, Thomas stretching his tall body next to her. Their joined lips grew hungrier, as they kissed deeper, with the hardness of unmitigated passion. He pulled back, his eyes searching her face. Annie looked at his flushed appearance recognizing the shared desire to join in carnal delight. Thomas kissed her again, this time softer, almost reverent. He touched the side of her face so delicately, as if he were touching a glass figurine. “You are my heart’s true desire. My kindred soul.”

  His words caressed her as did his touches, making it feel as if he was worshipping her. Annie was overcome with the swell of emotions, unable to find words adequate enough to return.

  His hand glided up and down her arm with gentle strokes. “Your skin is so smooth. It’s white and as pure as porcelain. So soft and silky.” He moved slowly across her collarbone. His touch was feather-light, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Eventually his hand cupped her breast. “Your breasts are perfect. So full and heavy and soft.” His mouth found her nipple, latching on to lick and suck. His teeth pulled on the delicate tissue, puckered from the sensuous feeling of his skilled tongue. Annie moaned in unadulterated pleasure. “You’re so responsive to my touch, baby.”

  Annie found it difficult to get air into her lungs, she was so overcome with sensation. “Yes. More. Please,” she begged. “I’m on fire.”

  Thomas lowered his head to her other breast. His tongue slowly ran over the puckered peak. Annie moaned again, thrusting her breasts at him, communicating her want for more. She wanted him to consume her. “Like that, baby?” he asked huskily.

  “Yes, so much,” she croaked, barely able to think. She was nothing but a mass of sensitive flesh as Thomas continued to stroke and caress her with his fingers and mouth. His hard, lean body was half lying on her; his thick cock felt heavy on her stomach. He was stimulating every one of her senses. In desperation, Annie’s hand reached up and touched his head. Her fingers slid through the waves of his hair, stroking them softly. They felt like spun silk over her fingers.

  Thomas cried out, “God, that feels so good. Your touch is like heaven.” The fire in his gaze when she met his eyes stoked the fire between her legs. Hot liquid slid out of her inflamed pussy, preparing for the union of their bodies. Annie watched his Adam’s apple bob when Thomas swallowed hard. “Annie, put your hands up over your head. Hold on to the slats in the headboard. Do not let go.” There was no question it was an order, not a request.

  Hello, Dr. Dom. Annie did as she was told, his commanding voice causing her libido to rise up another notch.

  “Good girl,” he cooed. Her body responded to those two words as more wetness seeped from between her legs like a river. Her breath quickened. Thomas dropped his head an
d whispered in her ear. “I’m pleased you did what I asked, baby.” He rubbed his stubbly jaw on her face, sensitizing her skin with tiny prickles. “You like being told you’re a good girl, don’t you?” His teeth nipped at her earlobe.

  “Y… yessss. Yes, sir, I do,” she croaked. The word ‘sir’ slid so easily off her tongue.

  Thomas growled, his long, skilled fingers slowly skimmed down her body until they reach the slippery evidence of her desire. “So wet for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yes, please… Thomas. I want you so badly.” A tear of joy slid down her cheek as her emotions overpowered her.

  “I want you too, baby. Patience. You just keep holding on to the headboard. Do not let go. Keep your hands up. Understand?”

  “Yes, I understand,” she responded with an edge in her voice.

  He stroked the inner lips, sliding his fingers into her warm channel in a repeating rhythm. The one place she wanted him to touch, her erect clitoris, was ignored. While the invasion of his fingers in her pussy was heaven, Annie was desperate for touch on her swollen pearl. “Please… oh, please,” she begged.

  Thomas ignored her pleas, continuing to pump his fingers in and out. “Hang on, baby. I’ll get you to where you want to go, but I will do it on my timeline.”

  He had full command of her body. Annie was out of her mind with desire. She was being tormented. It was exquisite torture. Her clit was throbbing. Every fiber in her being made her want to let go of the headboard and touch the bundle of nerves that Thomas continued to ignore. It was by the grace of God that she held tight to the wooden slats above her head.

  Finally, as if he knew she could take no more, Thomas touched that special spot. She was so sensitive and ready. She cried out again. Annie felt her body climb higher and higher. Ready to climax. So close. “Oh, God, I’m going to come!” she cried out.

  His fingers continued to work the sensitized flesh, taking her over the edge. “Come, baby. Come for me now,” he demanded.

  The orgasm rocketed through her body. “Ahhh!” she screamed. “Ahhh… Oh, God… Yes!” The contractions gripped his fingers.

  “That’s my girl,” Thomas growled. “Coat my fingers with your come. Your pussy is so tight,” he gritted.

  Thomas continued to stroke her gently as little aftershocks of her climax continued to pulse through Annie. Sated, her tight muscles relaxed as she sunk into the mattress replete. Best orgasm ever!

  Annie’s eyes were still closed as her breathing and heart rate slowed. She heard Thomas praise her. “Well done, baby. I’m proud of you.” She met his blue gaze, confused. “Your hands.” Annie looked up to see she was still grasping the rails of the headboard. As she looked back at him, Thomas raised his brow and curved his lips.

  A sense of pride and satisfaction coursed through Annie. Not only was he pleased with her, but she could feel his hard-as-a-diamond cock press into her stomach. His erection was enormous. It delighted her that she affected him much in the way he affected her.

  Thomas shifted, kneeling between her splayed legs. Just as he lined his cock to enter her, Annie heard him curse. “Damn it, I need to get a condom.” His voice was laced with frustration as he starting to pull away.

  “No!” Annie exclaims, wrapping her arms around him, preventing him from moving off. “You don’t need it, Thomas.”

  “Yes, baby, I do. What about…”

  “I can’t get pregnant,” she responded before he could finish asking the question. She could see the tension in his expression.

  “Annie, you are only forty-one years old. If you are not on birth control, then it is possible for you to get pregnant.” Thomas tilted his brow with a look of uncertainty.

  Sharp pain shot through her heart. Tears welled up in her throat. Annie tried to speak, but could only shake her head in frustration as the tense silence enveloped them, threatening to overshadow the joy she felt only a few precious minutes ago. Helplessly, she focused on his handsome face, imploring him to understand the words trapped inside of her. She could see the confusion etched across his lovely features, his expression perplexed.

  Another minute passed, then Thomas cupped her chin tenderly with his warm hand. “Oh,” he said quietly. “You mean… you can’t get pregnant.”

  The unshed tears spilled down Annie’s anguished face. “I’m sorry. I ruined the moment.” Her voice was thick with emotion. “And I let go of the headboard,” she added sardonically.

  Thomas shook his head vigorously. “Don’t apologize. You did not ruin the moment.” His voice was filled with compassion. “And it is okay that you let go of the headboard.” He added in a playful tone, “…at least this time.”

  Annie smiled through tears. In his usual tender way, Thomas wiped the wetness on her cheeks away with his thumb. He placed tiny kisses along her jaw, moving slowly to the corner of her mouth. His lips touched hers with gentle affection. A series of slow kisses grew deeper, shattering Annie’s despair as he roused her passion. Sadness was replaced with yearning desire. Before long, Annie could feel his cock grow in response as her body prepared to accept him inside of her.

  His voice broke through the fog. “Annie, I’ve been tested. I’m clean. Even still, I want you to feel safe. I can get a condom.”

  His eyes brimmed with kindhearted goodness, leaving Annie with a feeling of warmth surging through her. “I do feel safe. I trust you, Thomas. You can trust me too. I haven’t had sex in over two years. I’m fine with skipping the latex. I’d prefer to feel all of you.”

  His voice was firm and final. “Okay, then.”

  Annie looked down and saw the velvety cock, purple and ready to explode. She reached out and fisted her hand around him, wordlessly urging him to get inside of her. He resumed his position between her thighs, reclaiming her lips.

  He lined himself up to her drenched pussy, the wetness making it easy to slowly glide his way inside her. Her walls expanded to accommodate his impressive girth. She was stunned, not only by his size, but by the feeling of him inside her bareback. It was an exquisite feeling. Annie was certain by his groan and shallow breathing that he was gratified by the union of their bodies.

  “I’m going to move now. Are you ready?” he asked her through his clenched jaw.

  “Please. Yes. Move. Come inside me.” He plunged deep into her channel. Thrusting in and out. Flexing his hips to gain friction. Annie mewled in delight. “Fuck me with your cock.”

  Annie could feel the heat of his semen as he poured into her channel, exploding inside of her.

  “Christ,” Thomas exclaimed. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  “I feel the same way,” Annie panted.

  Collapsing on top of her, Thomas moved his head to whisper in her ear. “I love you, Annie. I know it is ridiculously early in our relationship to say it, but I do. I love you.” He raised his head to look into her eyes.

  Her heart was thundering at his admission. She cupped his cheek with her hand. “I love you too, Thomas. It is beyond my comprehension how I can feel this way in such a short amount of time, but I do too. Love you. You’re my Prince Charming. I’ve waited a long time to find you.”

  His eyes were luminous. “I’m so glad you did find me. I feel the same way, baby. I’ve wanted and waited for you for so long.”

  “Who’d have thought I would be grateful for a gallstone attack?” Annie laughed, lightening the serious mood.

  Thomas joined in her laughter and kissed her quickly on the lips. “I know what you mean. We should both be grateful to your gallbladder. That small organ brought us together.” He wrapped his arms around Annie, pulling her tight into him. Her body sank into his embrace.

  Annie repeated the action, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Gleefully, she said, “By the way, I should tell you… that was the best orgasm I ever had.”

  “The best ever?” he responded questioningly. “Well, it seems the bar is set awfully high now. Hope I can live up to your expectations, Annie.”

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��I’m guessing you won’t have any problem with that, Thomas,” she responded in a ribbing tone.

  “I must confess to you. That rates the best for me too. It was fabulous, baby. You are so unbelievably perfect.” Thomas leaned over to kiss her more fervently.

  His praise made Annie so happy. She loved hearing him call her ‘baby.’ They lay side by side, quietly enjoying the company of each other.

  Silent minutes passed until Thomas spoke. “Baby, can I ask you a question?”

  The gentle, cautious tone in his voice alerted Annie. She looked over at him. His expression was grim, casting a somber mood over their blissful elation. “Of course, Thomas. You can ask me anything.”

  “Can you tell me more about what you told me earlier? When you said that you can’t get pregnant?” His voice was soft and low, solicitous. His gaze clung to hers, reflecting sympathy and warmth. Annie closed her eyes, trying to find her voice. She swallowed hard, feeling the ache of inner pain. She needed to draw on his strength. To trust him with her saddest truth.

  * * *

  Thomas regretted the shadows that crossed her sorrowful face. Whatever she was about to tell him, it was opening an old wound. He felt nauseous, wanting to slay whatever demons lay in Annie’s heart. He would do anything in his power to make her smile and to hear her girlish giggle. It was clear, though, that this was a time that required him to be a silent, steady harbor in the storm.

  She looked at him with lugubrious eyes. “My last relationship, the one that ended a couple of years ago. It ended because… because I can’t have children.” Mournfully, she let out a long breath. “Greg and I tried for years to get pregnant and eventually sought the help of reproductive specialists. I endured endless tests and procedures. We were lucky to live in Massachusetts. It’s one of the very few states that require insurance companies to pay for fertility testing and treatment. Without it we would never been able to afford the pursuit to achieve a family.” Annie paused, her expression crestfallen. “We tried two rounds of IVF. The drugs I had to take were incredibly expensive. It was an awful experience. Some of the drugs were injections and they hurt like a son-of-a-bitch,” she emphasized. “Eventually the doctor told us that the likelihood of IVF working for us was slim to none. After we were given that news, Greg left me.”