Her Dominant Doctor

by Bella Jackson

  After releasing her bonds with gentle caresses and kisses upon each point of contact, Thomas left her to bask in the glowing aftermath post-climax as he prepared a bubble bath. The soaking tub was easily large enough for both of them as they sank into the pool of steamy water. The jets helped to loosen the muscles that were strained from the vigorous workout. Held in his arms, Annie thought there was no place she would rather be than with Thomas. He had, in a very short period of time, become the most important thing in her world. She needed him to exist, as he was now a part of her being. With him, she would never be alone or feel lonely again.

  Annie was surprised after their robust lovemaking that Thomas insist they go out. Both dressed comfortably after their bath, Thomas in jeans and an untucked navy blue, button-down dress shirt. Annie wore denim capris with a white tee shirt and red cardigan, in keeping with the colors of their earlier scene. They dined at The Tides restaurant in Marblehead, consuming the freshest seafood, most likely caught early that morning. Thomas dipped the succulent lobster meat in butter while Annie squeezed lemon juice on a healthy portion of baked haddock, the first bites bursting with the flavor of the sea. It was outstanding.

  Suggesting they walk off the rich meal, Thomas embraced Annie, placing a chaste kiss on her lips before walking hand-in-hand on the beach, the same stretch of shore that they had walked after dinner with at his parents’ house, weeks before. Annie was caught up in her loving thoughts of Thomas and the sensational day he had planned for her. It was perfect. He is perfect. So distracted, it took her a few minutes to realize that they had stopped walking. Annie looked up at Thomas and saw love reflected in his ocean blue eyes. She followed his gaze, turning slightly to see that they were standing in front of the same flower-box covered house that she had chosen as her castle when they played her father’s game. The steps leading to the deck were lined with white luminaries, the candles flickering soft shadows of light as the sunset behind the house.

  She was surprised when Thomas grasped her hand and led her up the stairs to the deck. It was also outlined with luminaries burning brightly.

  “Thomas, what are we doing? This is someone’s house. We’re trespassing.” Annie exclaimed.

  Thomas placed his index finger over Annie’s lips. They both stood frozen, immersed in their surroundings. The flowers, at the end of their lifespan, still beautiful, were gently swaying in the breeze as the strong scent of the sea salt air mixed with their fragrance. There were seagulls flying overhead as the sky continued to darken, day turning to twilight.

  “Shhh, angel, it’s fine. I know the owner of this house.” His fingers laced with hers, leading her a few more steps onto the middle of the patio.

  Annie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “You do? How?” Her head was spinning as she awaited his response.

  Eagerly, he continued. “I thought this would be the perfect place to tell you something very important.”

  Annie noted the pure, chiseled perfection of his face. His expression was a strange combination. It was a mix of purity, affection, and earnestness, coupled with candor and enchantment, and he had a hopeful glint in his eyes. She could not imagine the important information that he wished to tell her, making the moment even stranger because of his insistence that he do so in this unusual spot. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she waited for him to continue.

  Thomas took both of her hands in each of his, thumbs tenderly stroking her knuckles. “I love you, Annie. I love you more than anyone or anything else in this world. It is a depth of love I never knew I was capable of.” He was leaning into her, so close, bracing. His masculine scent, mixed with the fragrance of nature surrounding them, was pleasantly distracting, so Annie had to concentrate and really listen to his words. She felt increasingly that his description of ‘important’ was an understatement, especially with the insistent tone in his voice.

  “I never knew the power of love before you,” he professed. “You brought me to life and I am so grateful to have found you.” Thomas let go of her left hand as he dropped down to one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his jeans pocket.

  Oh, God! She was truly shocked. Happiness bubbled inside of her as a warm glow flowed through her. Her mind was completely blank as she absorbed the monumental declaration.

  “Ms. Annie O’Reilly, I loved you from the moment I saw you. I love you now and I always will. You are my soul mate, my other half. My best half.” The love that shone in his tear-filled eyes wrapped her in euphoria. “You bring out the good and joy in my life. You make me happy and I need you. Will you marry me?” Thomas kissed her hand, releasing it to open the box and reveal a sparkling marquis-cut diamond solitaire. It was elegantly mounted on a simple vintage rose gold band, etched with a floral pattern. It was exquisite.

  Annie stood there, spellbound and speechless. Right before her was everything she could ever want. Thomas, in an old-fashioned gentlemanly gesture on bended knee, offered her an everlasting symbol of his proposal. All her hopes and dreams could not compare to this moment. Her eyes swept to his face, searching for his gaze. She saw, reflected in them, his soul. She had unwavering belief that he spoke the truth. He loves me. He wants me. Unshed tears fell freely. Her heart was full and whole. He was her other half, just as she was his.

  Through thick tears she responded, “Thomas, I never knew that I could love someone the way that I love you. I feel it so deeply and completely. There are no words to adequately describe it.”

  She swallowed hard. “Yes,” she smiled. Clearing her throat, her voice resounded with joy. “Yes, Thomas, yes, I will marry you.”

  His face lit up with a smile as wide as the ocean just a few yards away from where they stood. Taking the antique ring, he placed it on her outstretched finger. “It’s a perfect fit for my perfect woman. My angel.” He kissed the finger, then stood, his hands caressing her face as his mouth sought hers, sealing the declaration with a splendid kiss. Deep and passionate, full of love and promise.

  His thumbs gently wiped the tears away. “I have one more thing for you, love,” he said, holding a finger up. Walking over to a section of the railing, Annie saw him pick up a small round pot. “I wanted to continue our tradition and get you flowers, but…” His voice trailed off. Standing in front of Annie, Thomas held a plant out to her. “I felt that, in this circumstance, a plant was a more appropriate sentiment. I thought we could plant it in the garden of our new home.”

  Annie reached out for the pot, which held a dwarf juniper. The coniferous shrub was aromatic with a bluish grey scaly foliage and tiny blue-tinged berries. It was graceful and elegant.

  “You are giving me a juniper?” she asked inquisitively. Thomas nodded his head ever so slightly, with a bemused expression. “If I recall correctly, juniper is an herb meaning good health. It is meant to improve strength, inspire love, and offer protection,” Annie recited, looking at Thomas. She was perplexed. It was a lovely tree, but she wondered why Thomas did not give her a bouquet of flowers with meanings of similar sentiment.

  She looked at Thomas, questioning. He said, “You are, as always, correct in your information regarding the meaning of juniper. It is symbolic of many sentiments, especially in fairy tales, folklore, and the Bible. You have identified almost all of the major themes. There is one more very specific meaning you have not yet thought of.”

  Looking intently at the lush green plant held firmly in her hands, Annie was deep in thought trying to remember what she had read about the shrub. At once, it came to her and her expression morphed from confusion to full understanding. Wide-eyed in amazement, she glanced up to Thomas. His boyish grin and raised eyebrow confirmed her unspoken realization. Turning her head, she looked up at the stately house, her chosen castle, and heard him whisper, “Welcome home, angel.”

  Epilogue

  Annie looked out at the vast ocean as she stood leaning against the banister on the veranda. Thomas had wanted to surprise her and had refused to tell her where they were going on their honeymoon until the
y were picked up by a car service early that morning. They flew into Miami and, only as they were sitting in the limousine, did Thomas reveal their final destination. A ten-day cruise around the Caribbean was the perfect choice, bringing them full circle to the day they met, just under one year ago.

  Annie glanced back into the cabin to see if Thomas had returned yet. He had informed her that he had an errand to run and would be gone for a few minutes. Those few minutes turned into almost a half hour. It gave her a chance to reflect on the whirlwind that the last few months had been. Since their engagement, Thomas and Annie had arranged the sale of their homes and moved into the spectacular beach house that also served as the location for their small, intimate wedding.

  During the planning process, Annie had asked Thomas about ideas for their honeymoon but he had remained steadfast and stealthy in his response. He wanted to completely plan their trip and to keep it a secret until the last possible moment. When he told Annie he wanted to give her a big surprise, she had laughed and told him he would most likely be unable to top the surprise of their engagement. Thomas had simply smiled and told Annie she would need to wait and see.

  During the stress of the final weeks leading up to the wedding, Thomas had suggested a role-play session to ease the tension and get away from the frenzy of wedding tasks. Annie smiled, recalling the intimate and sexy encounter with her doctor dom. Directed to come to his office, Annie sat in the waiting room until ‘Dr. Callahan’ greeted her, wearing his medical coat over a pair of green scrubs. The stethoscope that hung casually around his neck completed the fuck-hot look that made Annie weak in the knees. She followed him down the hall and directly into the examination room where the spark of their relationship had begun.

  “Hello, Ms. O’Reilly,” he greeted her in a formal tone, looking domineering, confident, and very doctor-like. The sight of the examination table sitting prominently in the room was ominous and made her panties damp with anticipation and desire.

  “Hello, Dr. Callahan,” she replied, blushing.

  “I see here that you are in for a full physical examination. Going on a trip, I understand?”

  “Yes, Doctor, although I am not sure where yet. My fiancé wants to surprise me and won’t tell me where we are going on our honeymoon until after the wedding.” Annie could not help but have a playfully irritated tone of voice in her response.

  “Well, let’s get started and ensure you are fit for travel. I’m sure wherever your fiancé is taking you will be spectacular. We must make sure you are fit as a fiddle to maintain the stamina you will need.” He winked to emphasize the innuendo. “Please go behind the screen, get completely undressed, and put the gown on. You will need to make sure you take all of your clothes off so I can give you a thorough examination.” Thomas looked amused as he turned to his desk, leaving Annie to follow his instructions.

  Annie’s breath quickened and the nerve endings of her skin tingled as the cool air hit her naked form. Donning the hospital gown, Annie felt an immediate sense of déjà vu, recalling how exposed and vulnerable wearing it made her feel. Never did she imagine at that first meeting that Thomas would become her lover, fiancé, and dominant. Her body was flooded with a warm sensation as she came out from behind the curtained area.

  As if sensing she was ready, Thomas turned around just as she took a few steps out. Annie could see the eager desire in his quirking eyebrow. Annie involuntarily licked her lips in response, also aware of the wet heat between her legs.

  “Have a seat on the exam table so we can begin,” he directed.

  Annie held the gown together as she heard the familiar crinkle of the paper laid over the table when she sat down.

  Approaching her, Thomas asked, “Do you have any health concerns that I should be aware of, Ms. O’Reilly?” He stood tall and prominent before her, making the contrast to her all-but-naked form all the more apparent.

  “Um, no, Doctor. Other than gallbladder surgery a year ago, I don’t have any health problems.” Annie’s slight smile and quiet voice was filled with nostalgia.

  “Excellent. Well then, let’s take your blood pressure.” Thomas wrapped the cuff around Annie’s upper arm, then pulled the stethoscope from around his neck, placing the ear tips in and listening to the beats as the cuff tightened around her arm.

  Annie’s mouth ran dry at the sight before her. Who would have thought having your blood pressure taken could be so unbelievably sexy?

  Thomas maintained his professional demeanor throughout the process, with the exception of a quick wink, acknowledging his effect on Annie. “Your heart rate seems to be rather high. Are you feeling anxious?” His inquiry was innocent, yet the question was laced with the sexual tension they both felt.

  Annie felt a flutter in her belly. She was acutely aware of her body’s natural response to Thomas. Her nipples were hard and sensitized, she was breathless and felt the warmth of a flush, and the increasing pool of wetness being absorbed by the disposable paper underneath her bottom. “N… no, Doctor. I’m not anxious.” Annie knew he could see through her blatant lie.

  “Many patients get nervous at the doctor’s office. I don’t want you to be one of them, but it is concerning that your blood pressure and heart rate are high. I’ll have to keep a close eye on you as we proceed.”

  Thomas proceeded with textbook accuracy and professional detachment as he looked down Annie’s throat and into her ears. “Alright then, Ms. O’Reilly, if you could please lie down on the table, I will complete an examination of your breasts.”

  Annie lay back. Thomas pulled the gown off of her arms and pushed the gathered material down to her waist, leaving her upper body fully exposed. “Please put your arms up above your head,” he directed. Annie felt his warm hands press deeply into her right breast, performing a thorough breast exam. His hands lingered as he felt each breast, ending with a squeeze of each nipple. “Just checking for discharge,” he informed her.

  The vulnerability that Annie felt lying half naked was arousing. Her nipples were hard, puckered peaks that tingled from the firm pinch they had received. Annie felt desperate desire for his mouth to suck them, but she remained quiet, staying in her role as the compliant patient.

  “Your breasts feel fine, Ms. O’Reilly. You can put your arms down at your sides now.” Thomas put the stethoscope to his ears and placed the round cold instrument to her chest, near her left breast. After a few moments, he placed the metal piece to her lower abdomen, listening intently. The room was otherwise silent, with the exception of the quick breaths that Annie could not control, her arousal growing uncontrollable with each passing minute.

  “Okay, now I need you to roll onto your left side, Ms. O’Reilly.” He placed his hands gently upon her upper arm and thigh, guiding her into position. Annie was all but naked, the gown bunched uselessly at the crease of her thighs. Facing away from Thomas, Annie could hear a drawer open and close and the snap of rubber gloves. “Just relax,” he directed soothingly.

  Annie felt the cold lubricant being rubbed on her bottom hole. “Need to get a temperature reading. Just stay still now.” The thermometer slowly slipped in. She could feel his hand on her hip, patting her in reassurance. Any embarrassment Annie might feel as Thomas held the thermometer up her ass was minor in comparison to the lascivious feelings her exposure caused. Feeling the thermometer being pulled out, she heard Thomas tell her to lie back flat on the table.

  “I’m going to do a pelvic exam now, Ms. O’Reilly,” he told her, pulling the stirrups out. Thomas took her right foot and directed her to bend her knee as he guided the heel into the metal holder, repeating the procedure with her left foot. “Spread your legs for me, please,” he requested, pushing her knees out. The musky scent of her arousal flooded the room. Watching Thomas move a cart over, Annie caught sight of the pronounced bulge of his scrub pants.

  Observing her doctor dom carefully, she saw a sly smile cross his lips as Thomas pulled the neck of the lamp over and down, directing the spotlight onto her dren
ched pussy. As he sat down between her splayed legs, she heard the snap of rubber gloves.

  “I’m going to examine you. You’ll feel my touch as I slide the speculum in.” His fingers spread her labia as the speculum slid into her wet channel. “Opening it now,” he informed her. She could hear the clicking sound of the speculum being seated into place as it opened, spreading her pussy walls wide, giving Thomas a full view of her womanhood and the evidence of her concupiscence. She could feel his stare penetrating her soul and wished it was his cock penetrating her instead.

  “You are quite… lubricated,” he explained. “Are you feeling sexual arousal, Ms. O’Reilly?” He asked the question with the perfect mixture of professionalism and lustfulness in his voice. He was clearly in his element and the master of his domain, fulfilling one of her darkest fantasies. Oh, what a joy to have my own doctor dom, she thought. And he’s all mine!

  Thomas removed the speculum and replaced it with his fingers, gliding them deep inside her, the tips of his fingers landing on her g-spot. The gentle, stimulating strokes brought Annie to the cusp of climax, right on the edge. She moaned, unable to form words to beg for release. The chuckle coming from the direction of her spread legs was frustrating. Annie wanted to come, but Thomas was leading this scene and she knew he would not allow it until he was good and ready. Thomas once told her that the long build-up of desire and wanting made the orgasm more explosive than it would otherwise be. As usual, he was correct. The drawn-out stimulation brought her right to the edge, causing her muscles to tighten and breathing to become uneven, as he kept her on the precipice.