Page 9 of Yes, Doctor (Master Me #2)

H e’d had visions of Chloe in his bed after their date the night before, but she’d frozen up on the way to the clinic, so he ended up spanking and ravishing her in an exam room. He figured the thought of spending the night had made her nervous, so he’d kept it in her comfort zone.

He didn’t mind. He’d get her home eventually. Maybe even get her to loosen up around him.

In the meantime, he enjoyed getting frisky at the clinic. He’d called her in that morning and demanded she remove her top and bra for her daily breast exam, which he performed with his thigh between her legs and strategic use of his tongue on her nipples.

Hoping for more examination time, he offered to take the afternoon appointments, since it was Friday, but Dr. Reinhart waved him off. “No, I need to get caught up. Enjoy your weekend.”

He cornered Chloe where she was cleaning an exam room between patients. Walking in and opening the drawer as if he needed something, he said in a low voice, “Do you have plans tonight?”

“Oh! Um...no!” she said, sounding confused.

He narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher her reaction. “Did that really mean you’d rather not see me again tonight or yes you did actually have plans, but you could change them?”

She blushed. “My friends are going out to a club, but I’d rather do something with you.”

He glanced at the open door to be sure no one was coming. “Well, I don’t want you to cancel plans on my account. Could I join you and your friends?”

He wanted to meet her on her turf, to get to know the real Chloe, the one he overheard talking on the phone a mile a minute.

Her eyes widened. “Well...yeah! Sure.”

“You think the old doctor can’t hang.”

She giggled. “You’re not old.”

“But you think I can’t hang?”

The sound of an exam room door opening made them both snap to attention. He made the gesture of a phone to his ear and mouthed, “I’ll call you,” with a wink before walking out.

He picked her up at nine o’clock. She looked stunning dressed in a little spaghetti strapped dress and platform heels. The dress was gathered and shaped around her breasts and then hung freely to her upper thighs.

“Wow,” he said, standing back and giving her the full up and down.

“Well, it gets hot when you’re dancing,” she said, as if defending her choice to wear so little.

“All I know is no bouncer will be making us wait in line.”

She smiled uncertainly.

“You look beautiful.” He slid the hem of her dress up to view black lace panties. She twisted to give him a view of the back, which had a cut out to reveal the tantalizing cleft of her ass, a flat bow at the top made it look like a present, just for him.

“Uh oh,” he said.

“What?” she asked nervously.

He gathered her skirt in one fist and tucked his thumb in the band of her panties, yanking them down to her thighs.

“Those panties are made to be torn off,” he murmured, lowering to his knees and pulling her legs as wide as they could go with the panties still on.

“You hold this up,” he commanded, handing her the fistfull of dress. “Don’t let it drop.”

He licked into her pussy and she squealed, unprepared for his quick onslaught.

She rocked off-balance, catching his shoulder as he slid his tongue up and down her warm slit.

Pulling her panties the rest of the way off, her lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, giving him full access to her treasures.

Cupping her ass, he squeezed and kneaded as he flicked his tongue over her clit, circling and sucking, then penetrating.

She caught the back of his head with her free hand and gripped his hair, moaning.

He slapped her buttocks as he licked, causing her to yelp and thrust her pussy forward, into his face. He slapped again and again, the flat of his hand connecting with a satisfying crack, echoing off the walls of the small entryway.

“Ooh...oh!” she cried, her excitement evident in the pitch of her voice.

He continued to spank and suck until she began to yank at his head and bounce her knee. Picking up the tempo, he spanked faster and let her grind against his lapping tongue until she came with a scream so loud he feared the neighbors would hear.

He tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold, carrying her to the living room, where he plunked her down and sank onto the couch, pulling her ass up over his lap.

He began to spank her again, marveling at how much he enjoyed it.

She wriggled over his thighs, making little squeaks but it took a while before she began to make noises that sounded more like genuine alarm.

He stopped and rubbed her heated flesh. “I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends,” he explained.

“So I thought I would remind you before we left who is in charge.”

He pulled her dress down and lifted her up to sit on his lap.

Her face had flushed to the same pretty pink of her ass and her eyes looked bright. She snuggled against him, looking content. All the nervous energy she’d displayed when he walked in had dissipated.

“Go put your panties back on so I can rip them off you again later,” he said, helping her to stand and giving her bottom a pat.

The anxiety she’d had about their date had disappeared with the orgasm and delicious spanking he’d given her. He truly had a knack for flipping her switch, as he’d put it. His dominance allowed her to let go.

Still, she had nigglings of doubt about introducing her friends to him—worrying it would accentuate their age difference, underlining how young she was in comparison to him.

He drove to the club and she found he’d been right—the bouncer let them right in while he held a line mostly consisting of men outside.

Darren had dressed sharp as well, wearing an elegant button down, slacks and shined black leather shoes.

The drape of the shirt accentuated the muscles of his chest and she had to fight the urge to reach over and squeeze his bicep, just to feel the hard contours under her fingers.

He had a way of making her feel safe and protected, as if he could handle anything.

He guided her in with a hand on her back, seeming as comfortable in a nightclub as he was in an operating room.

She saw Leigh Ann wave from across the club and she waved back. Darren propelled her through the crowd to where her friends had staked out a cocktail table.

“Hey everyone! This is Darren. He’s my boss.”

Sarah, Jen and Tanya stared, agape. Leigh Ann, prepared for the news, hopped off her bar stool and offered her hand. “Better known as Dr. Dreamy?” she quipped.

Darren’s face broke into a broad grin.

“I’m Leigh Ann.”

“You must be the friend Chloe is always sneaking out back to call,” Darren said, shaking her friend’s hand.

“And you’re the world renowned expert on pelvic exams,” she shot back, clearly a little tipsy already.

Her boyfriend looked scandalized, thankfully not knowing the back story. “I’m Joe,” he said, heading off any further degradation of the conversation.

The introductions went around and Darren bought a round for everyone, which naturally inured him to her friends. There weren’t enough stools, so she perched on one and Darren stood behind her, sliding his palms over her hips in a possessive way.

She experienced a sense of pride at having him as her date, as if she’d shown up with a rock star, or a Hollywood hunk. But then Dr. Drake had been like a movie star to her, considering she’d spent the past two years drooling over him every day at the clinic.

When Leigh Ann pulled out a pack of smokes and offered her one, she shook her head without hesitation, eager to show her obedience. Darren wrapped an arm around her waist and bit her ear. “Good girl,” he murmured.

She shouldn’t enjoy being treated like a child, but the two words turned her to mush, like every little act of dominance from him.

She’d thought a lot about their dinner conversation the night before, still trying to wrap her head around the seeming truth of her submissive nature.

She certainly never considered herself submissive, but like he’d pointed it out, she had a defensive resistance to feeling that way that could be masking her true nature.

The club began hopping and he surprised her by going readily to the dance floor winning points for not even looking like he hated being there. By the time they took a break, her friends had scattered and someone else had claimed their table.

Darren pushed through the crowd to buy them bottled water because they were hot and thirsty, and she found Jen belly up at the bar with several empty shot glasses beside her and a hopeful suitor who appeared to be buying them for her.

“Heyyyy!” Jen said, falling into her with a drunken hug.

“Jen, you’re smashed!” she said.

“I know. I think these boys are trying to take advantage of me,” she slurred with a happy grin.

“Are you going home with them...or him?” she asked, not wanting to cock block if her friend was into it, but also feeling like she needed a babysitter at this point.

Jen pointed over her shoulder at the boys with an exaggerated look of shock. “With them? Nooooo!”

“Okay. Did you drive here yourself?”

“Uh…” she considered, as if trying to remember. “Yeah,” she said, giving an affirmative nod when she arrived on the answer.

“Keys,” Chloe demanded, holding out her hand.

“What?”

“Don’t be dense, I’m driving you home. I mean we are,” she said looking over her shoulder at Darren uncertainly.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

The shot-buying boys glared at her for screwing up their sure thing.

“Should we go now?” Darren asked.

She nodded, her stomach sinking at the lame end to their date. “We might as well. Otherwise we’ll just have to watch her the whole time.”