Her Dominant Doctor

by Bella Jackson

  The complication lay directly in the center of those very same qualities. He was passionate and unwavering in his commitment to Annie and their connection was soul deep. It was that connection, and his close monitoring and sheltering of it that allowed it to grow and prosper, just as a garden. At the very first signs of infestation or decay, immediate action was required to protect and safeguard the beauty of every flower. Thinking back to that breakthrough Sunday, when he was frantic with worry, she realized that his reaction was based on a need to protect and safeguard her. His approach was to throw his body over the flowers at the risk of smothering them, but eventually he would back up and see that, even damaged, they would still grow. Perhaps it was a silly analogy, but she truly believed that Thomas smothered first, then released his hold once he realized that the damage was minor.

  Grateful for his text, Annie was relieved he was safe at his parents. He had been in such a state, and she had been concerned about his ability to focus on driving. She truly understood his idealized need to keep her safe, and she reciprocated that need—though she was not quite as adamant and forceful as he was. Wide awake with her thoughts into the wee hours of the morning, Annie finally welcomed the bliss of slumber and the hope that the next day would bring resolve.

  Chapter Nine

  When Thomas arrived at her house the next afternoon, Annie was struck by the depth of her feelings for him, especially when she saw what he was holding. Just as when they first started dating, Thomas brought flowers. It was not a bouquet, but a round terra cotta pot, about ten inches around. Adorned with a white ribbon around the base, the full pot held stately stalks of purple hyacinth. Holding it out to her, he asked, “Will you?”

  “Of course I will,” she responded. His gift of the fragrant blooms was an apology and a request to be forgiven. They sat in the living room, the scene of the previous day’s explosion of volatile emotions and overwhelming frustration. In the light of mid-afternoon sun, the room was a shelter as they spoke at length about everything from their fight, the origin of emotions, the need for one another, the definition of their D/s relationship—everything was out in the open and discussed thoughtfully. Thomas shared his frustration, which stemmed back to Annie’s initial refusal to move in together and that, unspoken as it were, lay dormant but present inside of himself. Annie relayed her uneasiness at his initial reaction to her health and safety, but concurred that it came from a deep abiding love.

  “I won’t be able to stop worrying about your safety, Annie. I love you with every part of my being and I can’t be without you. Can you understand that?” Thomas asked.

  “Yes, of course, I understand, Thomas, and I don’t want to be without you either. I will be more cognizant of your needs and I ask that you work on acceptance.” She continued. “Thomas, you need to understand that, before you came into my life, my job was all that I had. In a very convoluted way, I cling to it, knowing that my ability to help my clients is the closest I will ever get to experience maternal nurturing. I won’t go so far as to say they are my children, but in many ways, they are like my children. It’s as much a spiritual experience for me in a mother earth kind of way as it is a career. I felt like you were not only attacking my job, but a vital part of my being.”

  “I knew your job was important to you, but never realized it meant that much. I mean, I love being a physician. In many ways it is a calling, but I wouldn’t view it at the level you characterize your career.” He paused. “I’m so sorry, Annie. That ultimatum was… just… so…”

  “I know and it’s okay. I don’t think I ever explained the degree to which my work defines who I am. Never really thought about it before in any real articulate way. I thought a lot about it last night.”

  “Me too. My fear was irrational and my solution absurd. I’ve never felt the depth and breadth of love that I feel for you, Annie. It’s unnerving.”

  Annie’s eyes filled with tears. “I love you too, Thomas, so much.”

  Spent from the hours of non-stop talking, Annie crawled into his arms so Thomas could hold her. In those quiet moments, Thomas kissed her head repeatedly as Annie ran her hand in soft circles on his chest. Those chaste kisses and touches, confirmation of their reconnection, culminated into passionate unspoken sentiments of love when they moved to the bedroom and undressed.

  “I need to be inside of you,” Thomas declared, his nude body moving to kneel between her legs.

  “As I need you to be inside me,” Annie replied.

  Their intimacy was intentional and unhurried. Purposeful and deliberate touches as they reintroduced each other to the planes and valleys of their bodies. Thomas was consumed with desire as he lingered over every curve of Annie’s trembling flesh, leaving her with pulsating need deep in her belly. Annie relearned every sinew and angle, cataloguing Thomas. His body hummed as she skimmed her fingers ever so lightly over him.

  After several rounds of what could only be described as decadent lovemaking, Thomas and Annie worked up enough appetite to go out for dinner. They finally made it to the Chinese restaurant that Thomas had originally planned to take Annie on their second date, their plans having been thwarted by their need for one another.

  Deciding to broach the topic, Annie asked Thomas where he thought they should live if they were to move in together. Thomas, caught off guard at her openness to resolve that particular issue, radiated joy, his ever straight, bright white teeth smiling in a way that was sexy as sin.

  “It seems to me we are both going to need to compromise. I know that we both love our houses, but what if we sold them and purchased our own house?” Thomas offered.

  Hesitantly, Annie bit her lip, then asked, “Do you think we’ve been together long enough to take such a gargantuan and permanent step?”

  Thomas tried to keep the frustration out of his voice. “How long is long enough, Annie? What benchmarks to we have to pass to reach the final destination? Not that moving in together is the end game either. Someday, I will ask you to marry me, Annie O’Reilly, and you will say yes. I want happily ever after with you by my side.”

  Annie knew on some level that Thomas would eventually want to talk about marriage, but hadn’t thought he would bring it up so publicly or openly so soon. “I was just getting used to the idea of living in sin and now you spring marriage on me?” Her playful tone reassured Thomas. The last thing he wanted was to spark another fight.

  Amused, he responded. “Perhaps you should consider it a dress rehearsal rather than living in sin.”

  “Okay, it’s a dress rehearsal, but where will it take place? What’s the solution?”

  “I go back to my original question, what if we sell our houses and buy one together?”

  “Where?”

  “Where do you want?”

  “Are you going to keep answering my questions with more questions?” she asked with delightful irritation.

  * * *

  She viewed Thomas as incredibly good-looking because he was. Physically she was very attracted to him. There was so much more to the attraction, however. Thomas exuded kindness, compassion, strength of character. These components to his personality helped make him the beautiful man he was. They also made him the terrific dom he was. Her dom.

  It was ‘her dom’ who gave strict instructions for Saturday. Thomas told her that he was planning a specific scene and sent her out of his house so he could get ready. He made her an appointment at Merriweather Spa for ten o’clock in the morning. Annie had an hour-long massage, rejuvenating facial, and manicure and pedicure. It was an indulging decadent treat that she had never experienced before, but could quickly get used to. The primping and pampering was fantastic, made more so because Thomas had arranged it for her. She was a little miffed that he had paid for it as well, but he had insisted that she not argue the point, so she let it drop.

  Once finished, Thomas instructed her to come home and go to the guest bedroom where further instructions would be provided. Annie picked up the note, written on heavy stock
cream paper in handwriting that was much neater than one would expect from a doctor. The command was for her to shower using the cherry almond scented scrub provided. Shave, everywhere, and wash her hair with shampoo that had a complementing scent. He wanted her hair dried and styled as usual, no makeup.

  On the bed lay a very sheer white baby doll nightie. The spaghetti straps were made of satin and the gown fell over her body like a soft cloud, landing at about mid-thigh. The material was completely see-through, leaving no doubt of her arousal, given her pert nipples were sticking out erect. Her French-manicured fingernails and toenails matched it, giving her a chromatic look with only the color of flesh and virginal white.

  Thomas instructed that, when ready, she was to leave the guest room and knock on the door to their bedroom. She did so and waited until the door opened. Before her was her magnificent looking dom, naked as the day he was born. Annie’s eyes slowly swept up his body, taking in every outstanding inch of his muscular body. She was pleased to see his cock twitch and stiffen as a result of her leering. It was a heady feeling to know that she had the power to affect him in such a way.

  Thomas took her hand and led Annie into the room. Taking several steps to enter, the sight before her made her stop abruptly. Thomas stood beside her. The room was a display of seductive, romantic eroticism. The bureau and nightstands were covered with white pillar candles, casting soft flickering light around the room. There was music playing softly in the background, a Jim Brickman piano piece, the name of which escaped her. The main attraction was the bed. Covered with a white fitted satin sheet, red rose petals were strewn all along the sides of the mattress. Each post of the dark mahogany bedframe had thick padded red leather cuffs attached with matching straps tied to the posts. The cuffs, all four of them, were lying on the mattress blending into the red sea of rose petals.

  Thomas had clearly gone to great lengths with this scene. Her heartbeat skyrocketed as she thought about taking her place on the bed. A shiver rocked through her in electric anticipation.

  Placing two fingers under her chin, he carefully pulled her face to look at him. He crooned, “You look beautiful, angel. You take my breath away.”

  Annie was speechless, mystified, a shadow in the cast of flickering candles. Her body ached for him to touch her and, as if he could sense it, he ran his index finger lightly down her right arm. She stood still as he slowly circled around to stand behind her. Her arms were trapped in a sudden embrace, pulling her into him. His hands cupped the underside of her ample breasts, heavy and swollen with need. His fingers captured her nipples, tugging and pinching lightly. Annie was lost in the sensation of his touch, desperate for the hard, engorged cock that pressed against her back. Her head fell back, resting on his sculpted chest. Thomas kissed her head softly.

  “Your hair smells so sweet, like flowers in springtime.” He nuzzled his nose deeply into the hair around her ear. “It’s an intoxicating scent, meant to be seductive, luring me to walk deeper into your garden.” His voice dripped with innuendo as he continued to burrow his face in her hair.

  As if on cue, the music changed, the deep voice of Barry White spoke over a sultry jazz ensemble. “Do you know the name of this song, my pet, my love?” Thomas slid his hands, slowly, leaving titillating tingles in their path.

  Annie had difficulty finding her voice. “N… no, sir, I don’t.” Annie listened to the increasingly suggestive words. “…because tonight I want to learn all about the secrets… in your garden…”

  His fingers were dancing on her flesh, leaving a smoldering fire that was consuming her. “It’s called The Secret Garden.” Thomas placed his hands on her shoulders, nudging her to turn and face him. The lustful look in his eyes was hypnotic and mysterious. Annie’s mouth went dry. He was a majestic lion, locked on his prey, about to pounce and devour. “Tonight I am going to walk through your garden,” he crooned as his index finger traced one long line from her neck down her collarbone to each of her breasts. “And learn each… and every… one… of your… secrets.”

  Oh. My. God. Annie had never heard anything so sexy, never had an erotic moment like this in her life. Never felt so alive and present. It was like being on a parallel universe, where only the two of them existed. This room was their world. Paradise. She was Eve to his Adam, about to taste the forbidden fruit of unadulterated pleasure.

  His lenitive voice broke through the carnal trance of ecstasy created in the room. “Surrender to me, my garden of temptation.” Only his fingertips skimmed the flesh of her blazing cheek. “Garden of my obsession.” Her nipples tightly puckered at the light touch as his hand floated down her body. “Garden of my possession.” Thomas leaned over, his lips brushing hers, cajoling them open with his lascivious tongue. His hands cupped the sides of her head as the kiss deepened in fiery possession. When his lips left hers, they seared a path to her ear as his hands resumed their claim of her body. “Let me love you with never-ending devotion, for you are my salvation. The haven of my soul.” His voice was deep, low, and full of seduction.

  Annie’s heart was hammering. She gasped in delight at the sensuous caresses to her body. Caught up in the sensuality, she was barely aware when Thomas demanded she raise her arms. She complied and, in one fell swoop, he pulled the gossamer fabric of her nightie off, revealing her naked form. She stood before him quaking with need and desire. Annie felt reckless and wanton, impatient for his touch and taste, while Thomas appeared impassive and composed. His impressive erection stood in stately splendor and it made her mouth water.

  Thomas led Annie to the bed, positioning her in the middle of the mattress amidst the rose petals, and secured her wrists and ankles into the waiting cuffs, spreading her arms and legs wide. Annie was struck by the stark contrast of blood-red leather against her porcelain skin as she watched Thomas move fluidly to each point of contact, scrutinizing the cuffs that lay against her flesh.

  Coming to rest beside her, kneeling, Thomas looked at her with appraising eyes as he spoke. “My angel, I want to worship you. I want to discover how deep I can get inside of you, fill you up so full that our bodies fuse into one. That is how much I love you.” Annie saw Thomas pick up a few rose petals between his thumb and index finger. “Red roses, baby, the ultimate sentiment of love. You are surrounded by my love. Can you feel it?” His question was whispered.

  “Yes, Thomas, I feel it all around me. I feel it pour out over me in a cascading ribbon, binding me to you.”

  He poured his soul’s desire into the velvet warm kiss when his lips reclaimed her. “You make me happier than I ever thought I could be, angel,” he spoke softly into her mouth. “I want to love every inch of you and when I am done, you will be a mosaic of red rose petals, evidence of my desire and affirmation of devotion.”

  Annie’s skin was over-sensitized, scorching. She felt his fingers touch her in the most unexpected place. With reverence and devotion he traced the scars on her stomach. He caressed each one with his masterful fingers, placing wet, silken kisses over them before depositing a red rose petal over the shiny half-inch marks. “I start at the origin of our connection, for without these marks, I might never have found you.”

  Overcome with emotion, Annie could not stop the tears from spilling down her face. His beautiful, heartfelt words consumed her soul. A small sob escaped from deep in her throat, thick with tears. Thomas instantly stopped to search her face. Blurry vision did not distort the reflected image when Annie discovered that Thomas too had tears streaming down his aristocratic face. “I love you so much,” she said, her voice hitched with emotion. “How did I get so lucky?”

  “I am the lucky one, my darling,” Thomas corrected. “You are everything to me. My world.” His words were punctuated with clarity and purpose. His mouth hovered over her left breast as he whispered, “My heart.” His kisses over her heart were tender and delicate. Thomas spread a handful of petals over the area of her skin made damp with his mouth.

  She was covered in rose petals by the time his mouth
lazily trailed to her mound. Rose petals were strewn on her arms and torso. They caressed her face, filling her nostrils with their delicate scent. They were sprinkled over her thighs when Thomas ignored the apex between them, rather exuberantly dropping handfuls of petals up and down, all over her body. “My mosaic of longing and desire, respect, admiration, and devotion. My mosaic of love.” It was raining petals. She was covered with them. Soon, Thomas was kneeling between her splayed thighs, looking at her swollen, ignored mound. “Ah, and here,” he stated, stroking her drenched pussy lips, “here are the loveliest petals of all. Secret petals saturated with nectar. I cannot wait to taste their sweetness.”

  Thomas took his time exploring, his tongue dancing around her clit as his fingers sunk into her swollen folds. “Mmmmm,” his lips vibrated on her sensitive folds. “So good.” His fingers, like pistons, penetrated with steady, deep thrusts.

  Annie was aware of every sensation, his every touch building her need. Her world began and ended with Thomas and the arousal elicited from his mastery of her body. She was lost to everything except the climb to orgasm. “Oh, Thomas, oh, yessss,” she begged him. “Right there, oh, please.” Her mewling sounds were breathy, as her core tightened in arousal, ready to shatter and sweep her away. “P… p… please,” she implored the word, spoken from deep in her throat.

  Answering faintly, muffled by the sound of his lips pressed into the essence of her womanhood, Thomas gave mercy to her plea. “Come, angel.” Annie’s body writhed, her back arching off the bed, the restraints securing her limbs as an extension of Thomas’ grasp on her. She screamed, guttural sounds originating deep within, as the orgasm shattered her, the aftershocks singeing every pore in her blazing flesh. As she rode the continuous waves of pleasure, Thomas plunged himself inside of her, fusing them as one. Her pussy pulsated against his cock, grasping it. He glided through the silk of her lubrication, building a steady rhythm to climax. “Annie!” he shouted. Hot spurts of ejaculate mixed with her arousal, the culmination of their joining. Annie was still awash in little electric currents as another orgasm drew near. “I’m gonna… again. Need. So close.” With a few thrusts, Annie exploded with another orgasm. She cried out simultaneously as Thomas exclaimed, “I love you,” in synchronized harmony.