Submitting to the Doctor (Cowboy Doms 7)

Her eyes went to the king size bed as she started across the room, the objects lying on the navy comforter halting her in her tracks with a heated stare. She took two steps closer before Mitchell appeared in the door, her nipples puckering in defiance of the rest of her going hot and then cold. Pointing, she demanded to know, “What is that?” She recognized the anal dildo, just not the other, odd thingy that was giving her conniptions.

“A vibrating butt plug.” An amused brow winged up as he gave her a bland look.

She released an exasperated breath. “The other thing. And you’re so not putting that fat object up my butt.”

“You liked the anal beads,” he reminded her.

Unable to deny that logic, she drew a breath for patience and replied slowly, “Those were a lot smaller and you took me by surprise. What is that wheel with pointed spokes?”

Walking over to the bed, he picked up the item that popped up goosebumps along her arms with one look, and not the good kind. “It’s an e-stim pinwheel. Don’t worry, I know how to use it safely, and where. Pizza’s getting cold.”

Electrical stimulation? A shiver went through her. It was unfair how good he was at stirring her curiosity and lust with a few words accompanied by one of those intent looks.

“Same goes for the plug. There’s an enema under the bathroom sink, if that’s a concern,” he tossed out casually.

Lillian didn’t embarrass easily, but the matter-of-fact way he said that made her face burn. Spinning around, she went into the bathroom and slammed the door, the deep rumble of his laugh defusing her abashed indignation. She’d just stepped under the hot spray of one showerhead in the spacious marbled shower when she heard the door open. Peering through the smokey glass, she watched Mitchell walk in and start undressing.

Her pulse jumped as he joined her, all six-foot-four inches of naked, lean muscled male, and she went damp with wanting him, whether he was right for her or not. “I thought you were hungry for food first.” She cast a pointed glance at his jutting erection.

Wrapping a hand around his cock, he stroked up and then down as he closed the shower door behind him and moved up to her. “I am, which is why I’m here to speed you along.” Reaching up with his free hand, he turned the spray to the side and picked up the soap, crowding her so close her back bumped the wall and his chest hair tickled her nipples.

Steam billowed around them as he released his brick-hard flesh and soaped his hands. There were definitely benefits to their new living arrangement, Lillian contemplated as he ran his sudsy palms over her breasts. “We’re going to be in here longer if you keep that up.”

“Not much longer. You have such sensitive nipples.” He pulled on the soapy buds, elongating her nipples before releasing them with a plop.

Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and let him have his way until he soaped her pubic curls then lifted her right leg, placing her foot on the corner seat. Lillian opened her eyes to watch him pick up a razor and recalled seeing several women at the club with shaved mounds, wondering what the draw was. It seemed more of a hassle than beneficial, but if that’s what he wanted before moving this along, she wouldn’t argue.

“I can do it. All you had to do was tell me.” She reached to take the razor from his hand but he held it out of her reach with a shake of his head.

“I know you can, but not this time.”

She narrowed her eyes but that implacable stare never wavered. “Has anyone ever said no to you?” she grumbled with an exasperated breath.

“My mother, and you. Hold still. I don’t want to nick you.”

Lillian braced her hands on his shoulders, reminding him, “I despise arrogant men.”

“You’re sounding like a broken record, pet.” Mitchell didn’t look up as he swiped the razor through the suds, removing a patch of red curls. Tightening her hands on his shoulders, she thought about kicking him until he drawled, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

“God, I hate that you can read me so well. All this fuss. Can’t we just have sex?”

“It’ll be worth it. Besides, I like to play.” He removed another swath and then another before running a finger over the newly bared skin, shocking her with the intense sensations that light touch unleashed.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.

He did glance up then, his damp hair clinging to his neck, his eyes sparking with amusement. “You should know by now how well I know women’s bodies.” His gaze turned serious, his look intense as he stated, “Stick with me, Lillian, and I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.”

Lillian wasn’t sure how much he meant by that statement, but the thrill that warmed her chest and curled her toes proved how effectively he had wormed his way past her guard. “I-I might have to give that some thought, Doc.”

“You do that. In the meantime, pizza’s getting cold.”

Mitchell tested her endurance as he finished ridding her of every pubic hair covering her labia and sprinkled between her buttocks. She was so turned on by the time he finished, she almost exploded in climax when he aimed the shower spray on her exposed, tender flesh and ran his hand from front to back, wiping away the suds. She jerked her hips, trying to press against his palm for relief, but he pulled back and turned off the shower before the tiny pulses inside her pussy could take wing and send her flying.

She opened her mouth to protest only to have him cover her lips with a stern rebuke. “One complaint and I’ll show you how painful orgasm denial can be. Now,” he dropped his hand and opened the shower door, “come on. I’m hungry.”

Since that threat lacked the same promise of titillation as a spanking, she buttoned her lips and let him engulf her in a large towel. “That’s my girl,” he murmured with a wicked gleam in his eyes as he rubbed her briskly from shoulders to feet and she remained silent. He tugged her out of the bathroom and she vowed to get the upper hand at one of these encounters someday soon.

Mitchell saw her take in the pizza box on the bed next to the anal dildo, but she kept quiet and he would bet she was plotting to get even, somehow, someday. He looked forward to her trying. “Bend over so I can insert the plug,” he ordered, sliding his hands to press between her shoulders. Those dark eyes flared and her lips tightened before curling in a taunting smile as she braced her hands on the bed.