Submitting to the Doctor (Cowboy Doms 7)

“Was it my threat that turned you so compliant?” he asked, picking up the already lubed toy and then spreading her cheeks.

“Nope. I’m hungry too.” To his surprise, she flipped open the box and picked up

a slice of pizza while leaning on her other hand.

Amused, he chuckled, pushing the plug past the tight resistance of her sphincter as she took a bite, chewing slowing with low hums of pleasure as he worked the vibrator inside her. She’d just taken a second bite as he gave that last inch a hard push, the fully embedded toy shaking her enough she wheezed, trying to swallow.

“You’re not going to choke on me, are you?” He helped her up and handed her one of the sodas he’d brought in with the pizza.

Red-faced, she gulped it down, her eyes watering as she shuffled her feet. “That was uncalled for,” she growled, handing him back the can.

“I don’t think so.” Turning her toward the bed, he patted her butt. “Climb up and sit at the headboard.”

He followed her onto the bed, enjoying the sway of her plugged ass as she crawled to the pillows and turned over. Settling at the foot of the bed, he placed the pizza between them and grabbed a large piece. “Mmmm, good. Thanks for dinner.”

Her slim brows dipped into a confused frown. “We’re just going to sit here naked and eat?”

He shrugged. “Sure. Why not?” Taking another bite, he watched her expression go from baffled to stupefied to mortified with his deepened voice and order to, “Bend your knees and spread your legs.” He held up a hand against the swift protest crossing her face. “Remember the consequences I mentioned in the shower.”

Sitting back, Lillian followed his command and spread her bent knees, offering him a lovely view of her glistening pink slit and the flat end of the dildo nestled between her buttocks. “Between your patients and the women you’ve tormented over the years, haven’t you seen enough naked bodies?”

“The female body fascinates me, as does the different responses I can pull from the same touch or scene. Are you ready to tell me why you stayed with your ex until your sister died? How long were you with him?” Her jaw went rigid and he could see in her glaring eyes she didn’t want to talk about the man. Too bad. If he intended to pursue this relationship, which he wanted to, he needed to know what McCabe had held over her to keep her with him. That was the only explanation why a woman like Lillian would stick with an abusive ass.

“How long were you married? Did she obey your every dictate every time you snapped your fingers?” she countered.

Fair is fair, Mitchell decided, reaching for another slice of pizza. He rarely talked about Abbie; at first because it was too painful, and after moving here because he was trying to put the past to bed and start over. Lillian deserved to hear a few details about his last relationship as much as he did hers.

“Fair enough,” he replied after swallowing. “We were married one year after we met, together eight years. And yes, she was submissive to the bone and not only obeyed my commands without question but relished my control. Abbie was the complete opposite of you.”

“Makes me wonder even more what I’m doing here, with you,” she murmured.

“If it helps, I’m just as baffled by it.”

Lillian blew out a breath, glanced out the window for a few silent moments and then faced him with a resigned expression. She appeared to either have forgotten her exposed position or had become so comfortable with it, it no longer embarrassed her.

“I dated Brad for a few weeks before his control issues became unbearable.” A quick grin came and went on her face as she said, “I broke up with him, telling him bossy, control freaks weren’t my type.”

“And yet, here you are, with me.”

“Yeah. Go figure. You’re nothing like him, though. I can’t picture you threatening a comatose woman to get someone back in your bed.”

That son of a bitch. Mitchell went taut with anger as he imagined Lillian’s terror for her sister. He didn’t need her to tell him how close the two of them were, he’d seen it reflected on her sorrowful face numerous times. “The morning she died you were free of that threat.” That was easy to deduce, and another wrenching heartbreak for her to cope with, he imagined.

“Yes. It was awful, the grief mixing up with relief.” She sighed, took a long drink of soda and then said, “I took off, went by the bank and just drove.”

Picking up the e-stim pinwheel, Mitchell leaned forward and wrapped a hand around her right ankle, bringing her foot to his lap as he confessed, “I went up to our cabin and stayed drunk for a week. My mother and sister came up and dragged me back.” Flicking the stimulator on low, he ran the spiked wheel along the bottom of her foot, watching her tear-filled eyes dry as surprised arousal took over. “You have no other family?”

She shook her head, dropping the crust left from her pizza onto the bed and gripping the comforter in her fists. “No, it had been just the two of us for several years.”

That explained even more of her story and sorrow. He couldn’t imagine having to cope without his family’s support. “Well, now you have new relationships. You should think about staying, cultivating them, give them a chance to fill the void in your life.” He rolled the instrument around her ankle, over the top of her foot and slowly up the inside of her leg.

“Right now I can’t think about anything except what you’re doing,” she breathed, her nipples puckering into tighter pinpoints the closer he got to her pussy. She lifted her eyes from his traveling hand to his face, her breath catching as she demanded, “You wouldn’t, would you?”

“What do you think?”

“Oh, God, you would.”

Lillian shuddered as the light buzzing and tiny pinpricks neared the sensitive apex where her thigh met hip, her mind switching gears back to her decadent vulnerable position. Mitchell’s eyes, more green than brown now, traveled from her face, down her chest to rest on her exposed vagina, and damn if she didn’t relish his heated stare at her most intimate body part. The plug’s vibrations distracted her from the discomforting full sensation and she ached for a touch, any touch on her clit.