Her Dominant Doctor

by Bella Jackson

  All three of the Callahans held somber expressions. Trying to lighten the mood, Annie spoke. “It’s too bad Matthew couldn’t be here. I’ve been looking forward to meeting him just as much as you.” The mention of their oldest son and Thomas’ brother pulled them out of their saddened thoughts.

  “Yeah, what’s with him going to Aspen? He hates to ski. It’s the second time this year, isn’t it?” Thomas inquired.

  A pleasant expression crossed Sarah’s face. “Yes, he went a few months ago. Said it was for business.”

  “What does he do again?” Annie asked Thomas. “I know you told me, but I can’t remember.”

  Thomas had no doubt that some details might have gotten lost as they got to know one another. His insatiable need to learn all about her was equally matched in Annie’s inquiries and questions. “Matthew is vice president of Soft Track. It’s a software company.”

  “I remember now,” Annie nodded her head. “Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, you must be so proud of your sons’ accomplishments.”

  Mr. Callahan teasingly chided, “Annie, we are Sarah and Ryan. Please.”

  “Of course, thank you. I’m sorry, Ryan.”

  Thomas was awash with laughter. “You know, Dad, Annie has difficulty calling people by their given names. I believe it took several times before I could get you to stop calling me Dr. Callahan, remember?” He turned to face Annie. She was pink-cheeked. Her adorable giggle was a symphony for his ears.

  “I remember you having the same problem, Dr. Callahan, calling me Ms. O’Reilly until I reminded you several times that my name was Annie.” Joy bubbled in her laughter and her eyes shone bright with mischief.

  Playfully, Thomas retorted, shaking his head, “That’s not how I remember it. All the meds you were on must have made you confused.”

  Annie elbowed him in the ribs. “Yeah, right. Who insisted on ‘all the meds,’ hmm?”

  His father’s question interrupted their banter. “Annie, do tell us about the events that led you to meeting our son. I understand it is quite an interesting story.”

  “Yes,” Sarah interjected. “Thomas only told us that you were on a cruise and had to come home early because you were sick. What happened exactly, if you don’t mind me asking?”

  “I don’t mind at all,” Annie responded in a warm voice. She proceeded with the tale that led her to him. Thomas could see that his parents were enraptured by her charm. It made him so happy that they liked her.

  “Oh, what a nightmare. I was having such a great time too,” Annie sighed. “I started to get this pain in my stomach. It started a few hours after dinner. It just got worse and worse. I was beside myself all night just writhing in bed. I’d get up and sit in the chair, then go out on the veranda. No change in position or movement helped.”

  His parents winced in sympathy. Thomas said, “My poor Annie. I’ve had many patients tell me that a gallstone attack is incredibly painful.”

  Annie nodded her head in agreement. “Without question, the worst. But you have to remember, at this point, I had no idea what it was.”

  “What did you do?” Sarah asked, curiosity apparent in her voice.

  “I went to the ship’s medical center. The doctor mandated a trip to the hospital in Barcelona. We were scheduled to arrive there the next day.” Thomas was as equally entranced by Annie’s saga as his parents, despite the fact that he had heard the story. She was animated, using her hands and facial expressions to emphasize parts of the story. She took his breath away. I’m such a lucky bastard.

  “How did you communicate with them?” His father’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

  “Not easily, that is for sure. I remembered very little from my high school Spanish classes.” All of them chuckled in understanding.

  Annie shook her head. “It was by the grace of God that the person who did the ultrasound spoke just enough English that I could understand. I heard the word ‘gallbladder’ and was at least comforted to know it was not liver failure. That is what the ship’s doctor had suspected.”

  His breath ceased momentarily. Even though she was sitting next to him perfectly fine, just the thought of Annie sick was distressing, made worse by the images she invoked with her candid account. Annie’s sweet voice calmed Thomas like a balm for his soul.

  “…I was exhausted, frustrated, and quite terrified, but it all dissipated in his presence.” The love and affection reflected in Annie’s eyes caused a warmth to envelop his body, providing much-needed comfort.

  “Oh, how sweet. Isn’t that just the sweetest thing, honey?” his mother asked across the table.

  “Indeed it is. You’re a lucky man, son.” His father confirmed his exact thoughts.

  “If I may ask, how did the both of you meet?” Annie inquired.

  Looking at his father and mother gaze at each other with such affection, Thomas was inspired and in awe. Ryan and Sarah Callahan had a love that most people dreamed about. They were soul mates. Thomas, who had most definitely heard this story many times, did not mind listening to his parents’ story. They were high school sweethearts who married right after graduating from college. His father continued on with law school and his mother obtained a position as a public school teacher. Both of his parents raised him and his brother to have a strong work ethic.

  They believed that, with hard work and dedication, one could reach all of their goals. They emphasized the importance of education and this served Thomas well through his college years, medical school, and residency. He had worked hard and aspired to be successful like his parents. With those achievements, what he now desired was companionship. A woman who would share his life. He wanted to experience true love, a binding of souls, and he found it with Annie.

  * * *

  Annie adored Ryan and Sarah and could see the pure love of their family. Rather than feel the weight of sadness for all she did not have in her childhood, Annie was grateful to be embraced into their fold. After enjoying dinner and conversation, Thomas asked Annie to take a walk on the beach. With soft sand between their toes on a warm summer evening, they enjoyed the treasure that was the rocky coastline. In an area of the town called ‘The Neck,’ the houses and cottages along the shore showcased a quintessential New England village along the stretch of beach as they walked hand in hand.

  Silently as they walked, Annie recalled a wonderful memory about her father that she shared with Thomas. “Every year toward the end of summer, we would load up in my dad’s triple mint green Ford Gran Torino for a day at the beach. My dad and I would walk along the sun-warmed sand while my mother laid out in the sun to tan. We would lazily stroll along, not only looking for shells and other treasures, but at the stately houses sitting on the stretch of beach. We made a game of it.”

  Annie looked up into Thomas’ face. His expression was so loving, so attentive. Annie felt so fortunate to have a man like him. A good man. A man who loves deeply and cares unquestioningly. A man like her father.

  She felt Thomas tenderly touch her arm. “Hey, now. No need to cry, love. It’s a good memory, right?” Annie was unaware that she had shed tears. Thomas wiped her wet cheeks with his thumb, looking at her with concern.

  “They’re good tears,” she croaked. “Really. Happy tears. I just miss him.”

  Thomas pulled her into a hug. “You’ve told me so little about your family. I love hearing you talk about your dad.”

  “You remind me of him, Thomas. So much.” She spoke against his ultra-white starched dress shirt, still firmly embraced in his comforting arms. He wore the shirt casually, open at the collar, leaving a hint of chest hair to tickle Annie’s face. She breathed in his earthy scent, caught in the moment of pure contentment.

  “So tell me about the game,” Thomas encouraged.

  “Well, we’d walk the whole stretch of beach looking at the houses and, on the return walk, Daddy would ask me to tell him which house I liked the most and would want to live in. He would say, ‘Choose the castle you want, Princess, and I’ll see about
getting it for you.’ The game would last for hours because we would backtrack. It was difficult to make a final decision.” Annie smiled at the precious memory. “My dad was never impatient or tried to rush me. He would always agree to retrace our steps as I considered each castle until I identified the perfect one. Then he would put me up on his shoulders and carry me back the rest of the way. Those are by far the best memories I have as a child.” She felt Thomas’ thumb wipe her tears away again. “Sorry. I’m being silly.”

  Annie tried to wipe them away with her hands, but Thomas stopped her. Cupping his hands around her face, his thumbs gently glided over her skin until her face was dried of tears. “There is nothing silly about it, angel. It’s a beautiful memory and I am profoundly grateful and honored that you shared it with me.” He pushed her soft hair behind her ears and smiled lovingly.

  Leaning in, he kissed all around her face with baby kisses, eventually his lips finding hers, turning the chaste kisses into searing passion. Breaking from the heated exchange, they continued walking. They listened to the ocean waves break against the rocks in a lullaby. His deep, rich voice caught her attention and they stopped. “Baby, I ask this from a place of complete love for you and I, in no way, want to upset you…”

  Annie saw the concerned expression on his face. “What, Thomas?”

  Tentatively, he responded. Pure love radiated from his bright eyes. “Would you play the game with me? Choose the castle that you want, my angel?”

  “Of course,” she smiled, overwhelmed with feelings for this wonderful man who had so many of the gentlemanly qualities as her daddy. They walked along the shore as Annie considered each house. The sun was setting and it created the perfect serene moment. “It’s still hard to decide,” she shrugged.

  After a few more strides, Annie turned back, stopping in front of sturdy steps that rose from the beach to what looked like a deck, weathered by the sea salt and time. On each section of railing, bright white flowerboxes hung bursting with myriad colors and textures. The back of the house had sliding glass doors adorned with big planted pots filled with tall sea grass. The second floor had a balcony with the same flower boxes that matched the deck railings below. The house was a very pale yellow, allowing the white trim of the house stand out. The effect was such that it showcased the flower boxes as the main attraction to the home.

  “That one,” she pointed. “That’s my castle.”

  “Why that one, angel?” he asked curiously.

  “That castle has two of my greatest loves.” She smiled knowingly.

  “I know one of those loves has to be the flowers,” he stated, shaking his head, “but you said it has two. What is the other love, my love?” he asked, pleasantly, emphasizing ‘my love.’

  Annie turned and his eyes followed as she pointed toward the vast ocean. “It has the best backyard I have ever seen.”

  Thomas laughed joyfully at her astute observation. “Indeed it does, angel, indeed it does.”

  * * *

  As the next weekend approached, Thomas and Annie had a lengthy negotiation for their first planned scene. Thomas told Annie he wanted to expose her to some of the rituals and implements in D/s play. Annie was apprehensive and truly excited about the night that lay ahead. She was distracted at work, recalling her instructions.

  “I will expect you to arrive at my house at seven o’clock Friday evening. Come right inside the house and immediately go to my bedroom. Strip and put on what I leave for you on my bed. Get in a kneeling pose, using the pillow that I will leave on the floor. Your position should be exact. Knees spread open, sitting back with your bottom resting on your heels, back straight. Ensure your arms rest on your thighs, palms down. Keep your head up and your eyes downcast.”

  Annie arrived a few minutes before the allotted time, leaving work a few minutes early due to her barely contained elation. She could not wait for Thomas to dominate her. Nor could she wait for the hot sex. Entering the bedroom, she saw the ankle and wrist cuffs that Thomas left out for her. Removing her clothes, she donned the cuffs and knelt on the waiting pillow on the floor. It was located in an open area of the room on the left side of the bed facing it. Annie followed his instructions to the letter, recognizing the position he required as the standard waiting submissive pose. Annie positioned herself as prescribed, cognizant of the butterflies in her stomach, caused by both nervousness and anticipation. She tried to center herself with deep breaths, to calm and get into the right mindset. She waited.

  Annie was immediately aware that Thomas entered the room. Not only because she heard the door open, but the air was immediately charged with an energy that had not been present earlier. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up in response.

  Annie kept her head up, which she knew enhanced and elongated her neck, with her eyes downcast as he had instructed. She was silent and could see his bare feet and legs as Thomas walked around her twice. His feet were about a foot away from her knees when he stopped to stand right in front of her.

  “You look lovely, pet. Your posture pleases me.” His voice was dark and raspy. He paused, the silence effective at building the anticipation of what was to come. “Look at me, pet.” Annie raised her head to look up and before her eyes met his, she was dazzled at the sight of his glorious cock standing straight, pointed to the ceiling. It looked long, thick, and hard. The thatch of dark brown curls above it was as sexy as the matching chest hair that adorned the area between his pectorals. Her gaze swept up his body in slow, seductive appreciation. His body was chiseled to pure perfection, all sculpted muscle under smooth, tanned skin. Annie lingered over all areas of his body, allowing her to appreciate his beauty. For a middle-aged man, he was in excellent shape. She licked her lips, her brown eyes honed in on his blue, to see them shimmering with hunger.

  He continued to speak. “When we are in a scene, you will call me sir. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded hoarse, so she cleared her throat.

  “Good girl. As we move forward with the D/s aspect of our relationship, when I come to you as you wait in this position, you will honor me as your dom. I will tell you to look up at me and hold my gaze until I nod my head and, when I do, you will bow down to kiss the tops of my feet in a gesture of supplication.” He nodded his head.

  Annie did not and could not move; her misgivings left her frozen in place. What? Kiss his feet?

  “Is there a problem, pet?” Thomas asked, a hint of irritation present in his voice.

  Annie knew he was testing her submission. “N… n… no. Sir.” Annie slowly bent down to do as he ordered. She kissed the top of his feet, first the right foot, then left. The action was done quickly and without thought, as if rote. The task was uncomfortable, causing her to feel a degree of humiliation. She tried not to think about that as she moved back into the kneeling position and looked up at him again.

  “Was that difficult for you, pet?”

  Annie swallowed hard. She knew that she needed to be honest and open. “Yes, sir, it was.” You have no idea how hard. Humiliating.

  “Why do you think it was hard for you, pet?” he asked expectantly.

  Annie had to compose her thoughts to articulate an answer to his question. “I think it was hard because it goes against everything I know. I’ve never bowed to another person before and it stirred all kinds of feelings. It is a new experience in and of itself to kneel before you. Asking me to kiss your feet is humbling and to a degree, humiliating. I think I understand why you wanted me to do it. It is a way for me to yield to your power and authority. In essence, in doing so I am consenting to submit to you. Is that your intent, sir?”

  “As always, you are intelligent and insightful.” Annie felt the swell of pride at the compliment. “Yes, pet, that is exactly right. I expect you to fight your natural instincts to rebel so you can comply with my demands. The fact that you did shows me that you respect my role as your dom. It shows me you accept your place at my feet. My intent is not to humiliate you
, but to create a ritual that clarifies our roles. I am very pleased with your action and your thoughtful response. Well done, my pet.” He stroked her hair.

  Annie’s head leaned into his hand, enjoying the affectionate connection to him. She trusted him to take her on this journey. To help her experience something she had only ever read about on her Kindle. He was her dom and she was going to love every minute of it.

  “Now, raise yourself up on your knees so your head is at the perfect height to kiss my cock.”

  Now this I don’t mind at all. Annie pulled herself up onto her knees and was at the perfect height to taste him. She kissed the tip of his member and then opened, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around to taste the salt of his pre-cum.

  Thomas made a tsk tsk sound, pulling back. “Pet, you did not follow my instruction. What did I tell you to do?”

  Annie’s heart sank. As soon as he asked, she knew exactly what she did wrong. “You told me to kiss your cock, sir. I’m sorry,” she answered to his feet.

  “Eyes up, pet.” His voice was sharp. Annie immediately raised her head, seeking his gaze. “Are you sorry you sucked my cock or sorry for failing to obey me?” He raised an eyebrow.

  “I apologize for my disobedience, sir, for failing to obey you. I’m not sorry for the flavor on my tongue, however.”

  “Very good, pet. While I thoroughly enjoyed the touch of your mouth on me and will insist on it many times in the future, we have come across your first instance of noncompliance to instructions. Do you understand that I will punish you now?”

  “Yes, sir.” Annie answered, resigned, feeling the hot tears that threatened to spill. She was frustrated with herself for making such a stupid mistake.

  “Alright then, stand up.” He held his hand out to assist her and led her to the side of the bed. Sitting down, he maneuvered her between his legs as she stood contrite. “I’m going to spank you now, pet. Ten should do for your infraction.” He paused. “That is quite a dour expression on your face, my pet. Rather than stand there looking distressed, I want you to savor this moment.” Annie looked at him, confused. “Even though I am going to punish you for your disobedience, remember also your desire to experience spanking. Remember when you told me this? We are on a journey and will walk it together. I’m right here with you.”