Page 15 of What the Doctor Ordered

K iley

I could feel my eyes pop open wide as Simon’s lips enveloped mine.

I froze, my brain feeling as if it was shutting down.

None of this was making sense. I had just angered him immensely.

He was so livid that he could barely utter a word to me while we were driving back here.

I was certain that he had brought me back here to punish me and then tell me that he was breaking off our arrangement.

This was the complete opposite of what I had been imagining.

It took me a long couple of moments to shake myself out of my shock so that I could return Simon’s kiss.

Once I did, it was worth everything. I was hesitant at first, but I very quickly got lost in the kiss, my eyes falling shut as I leaned into him.

He was still sitting on the bed while I stood between his legs, so I took advantage of the situation and attempted to take over, pressing myself against him, realizing that I needed this closeness now more than ever.

I whined a bit when Simon pulled away from me, his hazel eyes narrowed. “Uh-uh,” he scolded. “You most definitely do not get control right now, naughty girl.”

A thrill went through me at his words. I had wanted control briefly, but just because I could feel desperation welling up inside of me. I couldn’t stand any space between us. I needed his warmth, the feel of his hard, strong body against mine.

I needed him.

Simon lowered his hands to my hips and squeezed them roughly. “If you’re choosing me, there will be no turning back,” he warned, but his eyes were warm, like two burning embers. “I won’t be doing this halfway. You will be mine completely and in all ways.”

“Yes,” I said immediately. There was no question that that was what I wanted. I had been denying it since we started this arrangement, but every moment I spent near Simon had been just as thrilling as it had been torturous. It had been maddening to be so close and yet not be able to touch him.

I simply couldn’t stand it any longer. I had fallen for him.

Simon’s eyes were smoldering once I gave him my answer.

His hands rose so he could cup my face in his hands and pull it to him so he could kiss me again.

I could have honestly spent the rest of the night just kissing Simon.

His lips were smooth but firm and incredibly warm, almost burning as they locked against mine.

His hands were right against my face, but I felt protected and cherished as he held me.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer to me.

I was still fighting him for control. His mouth became punishing against mine and he gripped my face a bit harder and growled in warning.

We were both fighting, but I was quickly yielding to him, willing to do just about anything if it meant that he would keep touching me.

I shuddered as his fingers slid from my face to trace my neck and collarbone. They stopped at the zipper of my dress, and he drew it down with slow precision, baring my skin to the cool room. I dared not move as the material slid down my body and fell into a puddle around my feet.

His hands started to roam my body, smoothing over my sides and the tops of my thighs, but his eyes were locked on mine.

“You’re so beautiful, so special,” he said in a low, husky voice. “And you’re mine.”

I swallowed hard. “Yes,” I said.

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected. “Say it.”

My mouth went dry, but I managed to obey him. “Yes, Sir,” I breathed, feeling a zing of arousal between my legs.

Simon grinned, looking quite pleased. “Good girl,” he crooned. “Now, I want nothing between us so we’re going to do away with these as well.”

I stopped breathing when his fingers brushed along the back of my bra. He unhooked it with practiced ease, pulling that off as well. I blushed when my breasts bounced into view and raised my arms to cover myself out of habit.

I was rewarded with sharp slaps to the backs of my hands. “None of that,” he scolded. “You will not be hiding from me. Ever.”

With some difficulty, I lowered my arms to my sides, leaving myself completely exposed. Simon’s eyes were still on mine, gazing at me intensely but with tenderness as well.

“You’re going to learn that you are mine, and what it means to be mine,” he said, gripping my hips tightly. “That means that what happened tonight can never happen again. You will obey me, every time and in all things, especially when it involves your safety and well-being.”

Before I could respond, he stood up, turned, and pushed me onto the bed so that I was on my stomach. The breath left my body, and I tried to push myself up to look back at him but he responded to my attempts by slapping my bottom. Hard.

I yelped and took the hint, keeping my eyes forward. A shiver rippled over me when he climbed on top of me, gathering my hair in his hand and yanking my head back slightly so he could whisper in my ear.

“I want your ass up, face down, and your legs spread,” he rumbled. “I am going to show you who you belong to now.”

I was trembling as I got into the position that he asked of me, blushing furiously with how shamefully exposed I felt. My breasts were hanging freely and my pussy and bottom hole were now completely exposed as I spread my legs and arched my back.

I flinched when I felt Simon’s large hand on my still-hot bottom. “Very nice,” he said. He traced his finger over my pussy lips before dipping a finger inside. “As I suspected, you are nice and wet and ready for me.”

I could hear the unmistakable sound of Simon unzipping his pants and sliding them down. I started to turn to look but knew that would earn me another swift punishment. With great difficulty, I kept my eyes forward, but I longed to watch as his chiseled chest and abs came into view.

“A wise choice,” Simon rumbled. “Remember, you are not in control right now; I am. Say it, Kiley.”

“I am not in control, Sir,” I repeated submissively. “You are.”

“That’s right,” he said, moving behind me. I could feel his thighs brush mine. “Don’t worry, though; I am going to make you feel really good.”

I gasped when I felt Simon’s length brush against my lips.

I was practically dripping with need. I shifted back slightly, trying to bite back a whine as Simon teased me, running the tip along my entrance.

He grabbed a hold of my hair again and yanked it lightly.

The pain seemed to awaken all my nerve endings, and I moaned.

Simon chose that moment to push himself inside of me, filling me completely with one thrust. I cried out at the sudden pain and stretch and fullness, curling my toes as he started to slide in and out of me.

“Who do you belong to, Kiley?” Simon growled, his voice rough with exertion and his own arousal. He punctuated the question with another powerful thrust that had me gasping.

“I belong to you, Sir!” I cried out.

The words seemed to awaken something deep inside me, something almost primal that had me writhing on top of the comforter. I grabbed the blanket hard in my hands as my body seemed to burst into flames.

“You are so beautiful when you make those sounds,” Simon panted. “I’m going to enjoy bringing you to orgasm.”

“I’m already close, Sir!” I cried, feeling the pressure building exponentially as Simon shoved even harder inside of me.

I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Really?” he drawled.

I expected him to deny me orgasm until I asked for it and squeaked in surprise when he suddenly pulled out of me and slid off of the bed, grabbing onto my thighs so he could pull them over the edge of the bed, planting my feet on the floor.

He then grabbed my hips and lifted them up so that they left the bed.

He yanked me up toward him, somehow filling me even more, burying himself deep inside of me.

That shoved me over the edge, my body shaking uncontrollably as I came hard around his cock.

“That’s right,” Simon purred. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

It was essentially an order, but I didn’t have much control over that, especially when Simon gripped me harder and started to pound into me at that perfect angle.

It placed him deeper and deeper with each thrust, causing stars to form in my vision and the breath to completely leave my body.

After another orgasm, and another, I could feel my body giving out, my limbs going limp. I could no longer hold myself up.

“Poor thing,” Simon chuckled. Then his voice grew darker. “My turn.”

Before I could even begin to process what was to come, Simon pushed me back into my original position, placed his hand around the nape of my neck to hold me down and started to piston in and out of me faster than ever.

I immediately grew dizzy and moaned from the onslaught of intense sensation.

It reignited the flames shooting up and down my nerves, lighting up my whole body.

Simon dug his fingers into my hips as he drove into me like a beast.

“I’m going to cum and you’re going to take every last drop,” he said sternly. “If you spill even one drop, I’m going to be taking it out on this bottom.” He slapped my right cheek hard for emphasis, causing me to gasp.

“Yes, Sir!” I gasped.

“Good girl,” he grunted, his voice suddenly becoming guttural.

I stilled when he came, his body shaking and his warm cum shooting into me. Even though this wasn’t the first time I experienced this indescribable sensation, I was no less affected. I cried out as Simon filled me, claiming me completely as our bodies became one.

“That’s it,” he rasped in a low voice, gripping my hips hard in his hands as he pulled me even more tightly to him. “Take it. Take every last drop.”

I was gasping for breath when he finally loosened his hold on me. He didn’t let go of my hips though, still holding onto me tightly. After a while, his thick fingers began to stroke my sensitive skin, just slightly bringing me back down to Earth after the last shattering orgasm.

I thought I was completely spent but the sensation caused yet another orgasm to roll over me, shaking my entire form. I gasped at the suddenness of it and squeezed my eyes shut, riding it out as my whole body seemed to float again.

I was only vaguely aware of Simon chuckling as he kissed my cheek adoringly, pulling me toward him by the waist once again, wanting to feel me around him as I shivered even though he had already emptied himself inside of me.

It took another minute or so before my body relaxed. Once my breathing slowed, I turned to look at Simon over my shoulder.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, perhaps a tired smile or a knowing smirk. What I didn’t really expect was the predatory look Simon gave me as he eased out of me, as if he could do it all over again without breaking a sweat.

“That’s what it means to be mine,” he rumbled after a long moment. He stroked my bottom cheeks possessively, taking a hold of my hot flesh and squeezing it roughly. I cried out indignantly, wiggling and trying to pull away from his punishing hands.

“Uh-uh,” he scolded, pulling me back to him by my burning cheeks. “You’re mine now. You don’t get to pull away from me. Ever.”

I should have been offended by his words but I felt a thrill go through me all the same. My face must have been flaming as hot as my ass.

Simon kept me in that position for a couple more minutes, grabbing my hot skin tightly whenever I moved even an inch. I was nearly wriggling with need when he finally dropped his hands and picked me up under my arms like I weighed nothing at all.

“Silly girl,” Simon crooned affectionately, sitting against the headboard and settling me on his lap. I immediately pressed my face into his chest, inhaling his cedar-like scent and cuddling up to him, still unable to believe that I was really with him.

The last thing I remembered was Simon’s lips tenderly brushing against my forehead before my eyelids fell shut.

When I opened my eyes next, my heart rate immediately jumped. It took me a moment to figure out where I was. When my eyes adjusted, thanks to the stream of sunlight coming in through the nearby window, I was able to decipher my surroundings as Simon’s bedroom.

And then my eyes settled on Simon himself.

I could feel my whole body relax just from the sight of this man. We hadn’t known each other long but he was already my safe place. He cared about me more than anyone else ever had.

As I thought about our night together, I couldn’t help but feel even more confused.

He said that I belonged to him now, but did he mean just until the six months were up? I blushed brightly as I recalled that I’d told him I had feelings for him. He hadn’t technically said that he reciprocated those feelings.

I stiffened when Simon started to stir, his hazel eyes fluttering open. He smiled when his eyes met mine.

“Good morning,” he rumbled.

My breath caught. His rough, morning voice was sexy as hell.

“Good morning,” I managed to respond. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I struggled with what to say next. “Last night…”

I was mortified when the rest of the words caught in my throat. What could I even say about last night? It hadn’t just been fun. It was probably the best night I had ever had. Could I say that, though, especially when I wasn’t sure where we stood in terms of our relationship?

Simon studied my expression, an expression toying at the corner of his mouth somewhere between a smirk and a smile. “I enjoyed last night as well,” he said.

I squeaked when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest, tucking my head beneath his chin. Warmth enveloped me and not just from being encased in Simon’s strong arms. There was a connection between us that hadn’t been there the day before, one that spoke of affection.

I settled in his embrace, snuggling against his bare chest, shutting my eyes as I listened to the musical sound of his heartbeat. Questions swirled in my mind and I tried to push them down. Even if Simon didn’t want me the same way I wanted him, I could still enjoy this time we had together.

Simon’s fingers spanned the side of my face. When he spoke, his voice was gentle and warm. “Let’s go on a date.”