Her Dominant Doctor (9 page)

“Do you understand that you must be punished for this infraction?”

Annie’s head rose and her tear-filled eyes showed regret and resignation. “Yes, sir, I do understand. I’m sorry for not obeying you. I deserve to be punished.” Her voice was thick with tears.

Thomas was thrilled with her penitent response and the contrite expression on her face. He was torn between the need to console her and the obligation to correct her. Such an interesting paradox. “I’m glad you are taking responsibility for your actions. It is imperative for a D/s relationship.” Thomas paused, taking in a long, deep breath before ordering Annie to lay over his lap and prepare for her punishment.

Annie was magnificently laid over him, her splendid ass ready. His cock immediately responded to the heat that radiated from her core. His erection was trapped in his jeans, desperate for freedom, but he ignored his need and gathered his thoughts before administering her well-deserved punishment. Annie’s face showed a fascinating combination of uneasiness and desire. Understandable, given she did not know what to expect. Thomas knew the significance of the moment. Annie was to receive her first punishment spanking.

“You will receive twenty spanks now. I expect you to safeword if it is too much for you to take. Your health and well-being are more important than anything else.” Thomas began the volley of blows to her buttocks in a slow, steady rhythm. Each resounding slap made the fleshy globes a healthy pink color. The sight of it was incredibly arousing. Thomas wanted to drive his shaft into her so hard and so long that his name was the only one she would ever know.

He was momentarily detracted by her crying. He knew his spankings hurt, as they were meant to. Still, it was difficult for him to hear her sobs. Once he finished with the last spank, he scooped her up into his arms and rocked her gently. Her head was tucked in the crook of his neck as he whispered in her ear. “Good girl. It’s okay now, sweetheart. You were such a good girl to take your spanking without protest. All is forgiven.” He rubbed her back and soothed her with his words until her crying ceased. Cradling her face in his hands, he gently wiped the stream of wetness from her cheeks, caressing her smooth skin with his thumbs. Annie looked him in the eyes and silently conveyed her penance and acceptance. Thomas kissed the tip of her nose sweetly and smiled at her. When she smiled back at him, Thomas knew for certain that she was his destiny.

His eyes opened in astonishment, suddenly aware that his right fist was pumping his cock vigorously. With only a few thrusts, he climaxed and gasped, surprised by the force with which his body responded to the fantasy.

He imagined turning the fantasy into reality now that he had spent some significant time with Annie. While cleaning up in the bathroom, he pictured her lying in her bed, her hand wandering down between her legs, pleasuring herself as she thought of him. Amazed when his cock twitched to semi-erection, he decided a cold shower was necessary if he was to get some sleep.

Chapter Four

Thomas was punctual as usual, arriving at Annie’s just a few minutes before seven. He planned to take her to an upscale Chinese restaurant in the city. The decision was made after their earlier phone conversation in which she confirmed her love for most Asian dishes. Not giving himself time to think about his newfound lady during the day, he indulged now that the week was complete. His time was truly his own until Monday morning. He hoped to spend as much time with Annie over the weekend as possible. The need to learn everything about her was compelling and unrelenting.

His introduction into the BDSM world had occurred in his mid-twenties. Stressed out from a grueling schedule as a resident in a major metropolitan teaching hospital, he had needed an outlet. Usually that outlet consisted of a three- to five-mile jog along the Charles River. The physical exertion helped to empty his mind of clutter and worry. It was his brother, Matthew, who introduced him to the lifestyle.

There was no question that Matthew was a dominant, but he had recognized his predilection earlier in his life. Having less finesse than Thomas, Matthew was more ‘out there’ in terms of his commanding nature. He was a lifestyle dom who preferred darker, edgy experiences. A sadist, he genuinely enjoyed inflicting pain on women. When Thomas had first learned of this, Matthew was careful to qualify the statement by emphasizing that they were always consenting women. Regardless, Thomas had not fully understood what his brother was talking about during that initial conversation.

When he had walked into a BDSM club for the first time, his eyes had been opened to a new world. Immersed in the experience, observing all of the actions around him, Thomas had known for certain he had found the missing piece. That part of himself that always felt out of step. Unfocused. With that first encounter, it had become crystal clear that he was a dominant.

Thomas was far less intense than his brother, although he truly believed that if it was a consensual arrangement, to each his own. His personality was more drawn to the rules and rituals of the BDSM lifestyle. Meeting his rigid expectations, the complete surrender of a submissive to his will. That was what made him euphoric. Centered within himself. That give and take was a delicate balance of his need for control and the willingness of the submissive to surrender it. To trust him enough with their care and comfort. Give him power and control over her. That was what he needed.

With Annie, however, it was the first time he had ever felt a soul-to-soul connection with another woman. He’d had plenty of experience with casual dating, but there was nothing casual about his blossoming relationship with her. He wanted to provide her with romance. Experience mutual passion. Protect and cherish her. He still had that innate need to control and exert his authority. It was even stronger with Annie because he felt such a deeper connection to her. It was difficult to put into words how he felt since it was so new. And unexpected. He needed to navigate his way through a conversation that hopefully would allow him to have his cake and eat it too. Would Annie accept his need for power exchange? Would she allow him the privilege to control her safety and security and create the intimate level of trust required for such a relationship?

Thomas walked casually up the walkway to Annie’s house. He took in the comforting oasis surrounding him on both sides. The yard was carefully groomed with bursts of color everywhere. Mixed together were species of flowers that had different textures, varied types of leaves, and different colors. The landscape complemented the house, creating a serene environment. As he reached the front door, Thomas rang the bell and heard the chime inside the house alerting Annie of his arrival.

When Annie opened her door, Thomas was again struck by her natural beauty. Her brown eyes conveyed excitement upon seeing him. She wore a full-skirted red dress with a white cardigan sweater sitting over her shoulders. The white, red-trimmed shoes completed the classic Audrey Hepburn-like look. Thomas loved the contradiction in the colors she wore. The purity of white paired with sensuous and sexy blood red. It kindled his ever-growing desire for both her body and soul. He wanted to ravish her, explore every inch of her body and, once he finished, would start all over again. Thomas did not think he could get enough of the stunning woman.

“Hello, Annie, you look lovely as ever,” he stated, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Feeling shy, she responded demurely, “Thank you, Thomas, you look lovely too.” Prior to leaving his office, Thomas had opted for a more casual look, removing his tie. The top two buttons on his shirt were undone, exposing a smattering of dark curly chest hair.

As he crossed the threshold into her foyer, Annie’s eyes honed in on the unusual bouquet of flowers in his hand. Thomas had so enjoyed their easy banter yesterday when discussing the meaning of flowers, he wished to engage in a repeat performance. He handed the round bouquet of pink, red, and white camellias to Annie. The camellia was known as a delicate and mysterious flower; Thomas believed the sentiment spoke perfectly to describe her. With a raised eyebrow and tip of his head slightly to the side, he silently challenged her, patiently waiting for her reaction and expected response.

Understanding the unspoken communication, Annie impressed him yet again with her expansive knowledge of flowers and their meanings. “These camellias are gorgeous,” she said. “They are a precious and exotic flower. If my memory serves me well, and I’m fairly certain I am correct, the message conveyed in your gift would be devotion and passion?”

Unsurprised by her intellect, he nodded in agreement. “Indeed you are correct, my dear Annie. I am devoted to you and I feel great passion for you.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek sweetly.

Annie giggled. “Thank you. I love them. I love your message too.” It was a sound that Thomas wanted to hear over and over again.

Playfully ribbing her, he continued the game. “Despite your articulate and correct answer, I have to tell you that you are only partially correct in your response.”

Annie’s expression was as expected—a mixture of perplexed, amused, and a bit skeptical, brows furrowed, as if a challenge to the accuracy of his information.

Thomas continued. “As a flower, the camellia’s meaning expresses gratitude and loveliness. I wish to express my gratitude for allowing me the pleasure of your company and my observation of your loveliness.” The color on her cheeks increased, and he enjoyed watching the physical effect his words had on her. It was so easy to get a reaction and such a delight to watch.

“Equally important,” he continued, “would be the meaning of the colors, which you accurately identified in part. Pink camellias portray devotion and longing and red ones, as you would expect, convey passion and a flame of desire.” He took a breath, watching her color deepen to crimson. “And now that you are equally as red as these delicate camellias, I can share with you, confident in my accurate assessment. That is what the white blooms represent.” He paused to create a dramatic effect. “You, my lovely Annie, are… adorable.” He kissed her cheek again, slowly and reverently. His lips gently lingered over her skin seductively.

As he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, her response was like an aphrodisiac. Thomas could feel her body tremble and it encouraged his lustful craving. His skin prickled with sensitivity. His trousers felt tight as his cock grew erect, pressing into Annie’s tummy. He wanted to lift her skirt and find out if her pussy was weeping with arousal, as he suspected. Their embrace was pure bliss. Painfully, Thomas pulled away, watching Annie’s face carefully. He could see the effect that the moment had on her. She was equally transfixed by the euphoria of the moment.

Annie seemed to realize that they were still standing in her foyer when she said, “P… please come in. Sit down. May I offer you a drink?” Her voice was raspy and hoarse.

“No, thank you, I’m fine for now.” Thomas sat on the couch as Annie went to the kitchen to put the flowers in water. A few minutes passed, then she walked into the living room to join him on the couch, taking the same position as she had the previous evening. The intensity of their greeting dissipated as they sat silently for a few moments, enjoying the quiet companionship of one another.

As if to lighten the mood, Annie quipped, “You know, Thomas, I’m thinking that perhaps I should start giving you bouquets of flowers so I can communicate back to you my feelings and desires.”

Elated, Thomas took the bait and asked, “Well, Annie, if you were to present me with a bouquet of flowers right now, what would they be? Let me see if I can guess your implied message.”

Thomas was not surprised that Annie expressed the perfect repartee to his challenge. “Let’s see, I would give you, my dear Thomas, a bouquet of four very specific flowers.” Her head tilted to the side. “Stock… jonquils… peach blossoms… and jasmine.”

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The gauntlet was laid. She could not take it back if he knew their meaning. Annie hoped she had not revealed too much too soon, but her answer was the truth. Annie watched his expression carefully, gauging his reaction.

Thomas leaned forward, resting his chin on one hand as he sat deep in thought. His pose was a perfect impression, replicating the position of the bronze statue, The Thinker. The only difference being, Thomas was not naked.
Too bad he’s not; bet he’s a fine specimen to behold.

After a few minutes, he sat up, a sparkling white-toothed smile lighting his face. Teasingly, he responded. “Let me take these one by one. Stock is easy. The meaning being bonds of affection. Jonquils also convey affection, specifically a desire for returned affection.” Annie nervously ran her hand through her hair. Thomas gleefully added, “Any affection you may have for me, Annie, is most definitely returned.” Her smile grew wider, relief flooding her. His words could not have been any more welcome.

Annie was astounded by his knowledge of the flowers’ meaning. “Your hypothetical bouquet includes the state flower of Delaware, which tells me that you are my captive. Is that your message, Annie?” he asked seductively.

“Yes,” she whispered, nodding her head slightly. She could not hold his gaze. She lowered her head just a bit and averted her eyes. Annie could not understand why, but she had this overwhelming desire to spontaneously drop to her knees at his feet. She was so aroused. Everything from his presence to his voice was laced with sex appeal. The dark and dangerous look in his eyes. The intensity of his gaze. Her heartbeat quickened and her breaths became shallow as the eroticism of the moment overtook her.

Interrupting her body’s reaction, Thomas added, “Jasmine has a more intricate meaning beyond sensuality. Did you know that, Annie?”

She looked up at him, considering his question. “No, actually I did not know that.” She was curious for him to continue.

“Jasmine can also mean amiability,” he offered.

“Amiability,” she repeated, trying to put the word in context to their conversation. “So jasmine can represent being friendly and agreeable? Interesting. I did not know that last bit.” She was genuinely intrigued.