Possessive Doctor

“What do you mean?”

“It’s their privilege bubble. Nothing touches them there, not normally anyway. And sometimes, something breaks that bubble and forces them to be in the world again. They hate that.”

“I’m breaking their bubble,” she says.

“Right. But they have to learn to deal with that.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine. And I’m here.” I tighten my grip on her hair. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I kiss her slow, and this time, I sweep her up off her feet. My heart’s beating hard as I carry her down a hallway. I kick open a closed door and slam it shut behind me, turning the lock until it clicks home.

The room is a lounge. There’s a fireplace, a little bar, and couches with chairs and small tables. There’s a large humidor along one wall. The stink of cigars still hangs in the air, clinging to the fabric.

I carry her to a couch and put her down. I kneel in front of her and kiss her again, tasting her lips.

“Listen,” I whisper. “I’m not letting anything bad happen to you.”

“I’m afraid you can’t stop it, even if you want to.”

I grab her hair again, pull her head back. I kiss her neck. “You don’t know me well enough yet,” I say gently. “But you will. And you won’t think that anymore.”

I kiss her and I can feel her stop resisting.15AmberHe slowly slides my jeans off my body and kisses my stomach. The couch I’m on is probably from the eighteenth century or something, based on the way it looks. The whole room is ornate, the only modern thing is the humidor in the corner.

I don’t have time to enjoy the scenery though. He kisses my inner thigh, licks my panties over my wet pussy. “I need you to understand,” he says, pushing my panties aside. His fingers tease me, top to bottom. “I’m not the kind of man to make promises and not follow through.”

“I know. I can…. Ah, I can tell.”

“But you still doubt. I guess I can’t blame you.” He sinks his fingers inside of me and I throw back my head. “But I can change your mind.”

“How?” I groan.

“One day at a time.” He licks my clit with the tip of his tongue. “One orgasm at a time.”

I moan and laugh a little, grabbing his hair. “Okay, this helps.”

He licks me faster, fingers plunging in and out of my tight pussy. I moan as my wet drips down his fingers. He licks it up, lapping me up, licking my clit and sucking it as he fucks me. It feels so good and I can barely control myself as my hips roll. I grab his hair tight and hold on.

He knows what he’s doing. That much is obvious as he makes me feel incredible. I wonder if I’ve ever felt this good before in my life, but I know I haven’t. I’ve never even come close.

It’s not just the way he touches me. That helps, obviously. No, it’s the way he looks at me.

Like I’m all his. Like he owns me.

Like he possesses me.

I like it. I want him to take me, control me, dominate me. I want to be all his.

Because I know he’ll take care of me. Or at least, I know that he’ll try. I believe him when he says he’ll do whatever I need. I believe him and I want more of him, so much more of him.

I groan, my moans getting louder. He keeps going, licking me, sucking me. I want him so badly, I grab his hair and pull him up. I kiss him, tasting my pussy on his lips. I love it, how dirty it is, how filthy. His fingers push deep into me as he bites my lower lip and kisses me some more.

I let him take off my shirt. I let him throw it aside, kiss my neck, unhook my bra. He sucks my nipples, gets them hard, licks them all around. I grab his hair as he fucks me faster with his fingers before I push him back and unbuckle his belt. I take off his jeans, take off his boxer briefs, and take his straight, stiff, thick cock in both hands.

“God, you’re big,” I whisper, feeling stupid for saying it.

He just chuckles and takes my hair. “I know. And you love having every inch of it inside you, don’t you?”

“I really do.” I lick him, top to bottom, before taking him into my mouth.

I suck his cock as he teases my breasts. He growls and groans, and I love the way his baritone voice rumbles his joy. I suck him and taste him, gagging on his cock, trying to take more. I feel desperate and greedy for him, needing every inch, needing him closer.

He grabs my hair and pulls me back. I gasp in pain and he kisses my lips. I stroke him faster with both hands, breasts shaking, body trembling. I’m so tense, so tight. He turns me around, gets me on my hands and knees.