Page 33 of What the Doctor Ordered
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 growledin 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 butknew 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.
