Dr. Single Dad: A Single Doctor and Virgin Romance

by Dark Angel

  “Yes, I… I am,” her words sound more like anxious moans now, and I can tell she’s eager for my permission to touch herself. But if she wants that, she’s going to have to wait. “I want that so much, sir… You can’t imagine how much.”

  “Oh, yes, I can,” I tell her as I push my pants down, my cock jumping free against the palm of my hand. I grab it, feeling it pulse against my fingers as I hear Ashley’s hard breathing through the phone. Calling a sex line might be a fucked up thing, but I’m too into it right now; there are no brakes on this train.

  “I want you hard,” she says suddenly. “Tell me that you’re hard.”

  “I am hard, Kitten… And my thick cock is right here, waiting for those lush lips of yours.” I start stroking myself, moving my hand up and down at a quickly growing rhythm. This is fucking insane; it might not be the first time I’m doing this, but it doesn’t make it any less crazy.

  “I want it in my mouth,” she blurts out, almost as if she has no control over what she’s saying. “I want to curl my fingers around it and suck on it as I stroke you… And I want to look you in the eyes as I do it, my mouth full with your cock. I want to pleasure you, and I want to touch myself as I do it.”

  Fuck, I’m jerking myself hard now, her words turning into pictures inside my head.

  “My nipples are so hard, sir. And my pussy is so wet… Can I please touch myself, sir? Please…” She asks me, genuinely begging for my permission. Christ, she could just lie, go ahead and do it, but no, she really wants me to say it, to allow her to do it.

  “Yes, you can touch yourself,” I tell her, taking a deep breath before I do it. I don’t want to sound like a fucking breathless guy that’s stroking himself into oblivion, although that’s exactly what I am right now. “I want you to slide two fingers inside of yourself as you rub your clit, Kitten.”

  She doesn’t even say anything; her moan is all that I need to hear to know that she’s doing it. Here we are, miles apart and still pleasuring ourselves, even though she has no idea that "King Henry" is the guy who actually fucked her last night.

  “I… want…” she starts, trying to push the words out of her mouth between her hard breaths. “I want that big cock of yours… So damn much,” she moans, her honeyed voice climbing all the way up to my brain and stabbing it right in the middle. “I want to make you cum, and I want you to do it all over me, sir. I want you to cover me with it while I’m on my knees, my mouth open wide as you fill me up.”

  That does it for me. I don’t even tell her I’m about to come, I just explode before I have the time to think about it. I groan into the phone, but I don’t think she hears me; she’s moaning loudly, almost screaming as if I was actually there, my cock buried inside of her pussy. I sit there, grabbing my cock while thick ropes of cum gush out of it, the sound of her orgasm numbing my mind. This might be fucking insane, but it doesn’t make it any less good, let me tell you that. Sure, the real thing is way better… But this beats just using my imagination, there’s no question about that. And, of course, I’m pretty sure of who she’s going to turn to after King Henry has left her in a wet mess: good ol’ Arsen Hawke.

  “I… I just couldn’t help myself, sir,” she says, her voice a quivering mess. “I had to come. I just had to.”

  “I know, Kitten. It’s alright, but next time, remember: you’ll only come when I tell you to.”

  “Yes, sir. I promise.”

  “Good,” I continue, leaning back against my couch as I close my eyes and take a deep breath, endorphins still raging through me like a fucking hurricane. “Are you this obedient with everyone?”

  “No… Not at all, sir,” she says, sounding genuine but still breathing hard.

  “Not with anyone?” I hear some slight hesitation, so I press harder. “Tell me.”

  “Just… Just one man,” she finally confesses, her voice wavering almost as if she’s afraid her response will earn her a scolding.

  “That… friend of yours you told me about?” I ask her, suddenly feeling morbidly curious about what she’s going to tell this Henry character of my relationship with her. Is she going to lie?

  “Yes… Yes, he’s the one.”

  “And does he make you come, Kitten? Does he fuck you like you want me to fuck you?” I ask, feeling slightly anxious as I wait for her response. Christ, what the fuck am I doing?

  “Yes, sir… He does. He does fuck me like that.”

  “Good… A girl like you needs a good fucking. Tell me, when was the last time he fucked you? Tell me about it.”

  “Last night,” she replies, her voice now more steady. “We fucked outside, in a tiny alley near Freedom Tower. I came three times,” she continues, and I can almost hear the anxiety in her words as she waits for my response.

  “Now, a nice girl like you fucking in a public place? I like that wild side of yours, Kitten, I really do. And what better place to unleash that wild side but there? The place has gotten a lot nicer without so much construction.”

  There’s a long silence on the other side of the line, almost as if I had said something indecent. I almost ask her if she’s still there when she starts to speak again.

  “I’m glad, sir. I don’t want to displease you,” she tells me, and I can feel her honesty. She really wants to please Henry. Holy fuck, is this situation getting out of control?

  “And what about your friend? Do you want to please him as well?” I continue, unable to stop.

  “I… I’m sorry, sir, I really got to go,” she says, cutting the conversation short.

  “We’ll talk again. Soon,” I promise her, and I can almost see the smile on her face.

  “I hope so, sir,” she tells me before hanging up. When I take the phone out of my ear, there’s already a text message from Ashley flashing on the screen.

  “I’m coming over,” it says.

  Of course.

  Ashley

  Here I am again, riding the elevator to Arsen’s apartment once more. Why do all my phone calls with King Henry end up like this? I can’t help but text Arsen, anxious to have someone quench my thirst for a real man. Arsen and Henry… These two really are tying my mind into knots.

  With Arsen, everything’s perfect—from the way he treats me to the way he fucks me, there’s nothing that I can point at. So why am I not surrendering to him like I damn know I should? He’s the perfect man, for God’s sake—hot, wealthier than God, and totally into me! First, I resisted his advances because I knew he was not only a smut lord’s heir, but my boss… But that’s not the real reason behind my reluctance toward taking the final step, the step into his arms. No, on that point I can only lay the blame at King Henry's feet, Client 5.

  I know, I know… You probably think that I’m being silly. Torn between two men when I haven’t even met one of them. I never saw his face, and I don’t know a damn thing about him—and still, there’s something about the way he speaks to me that draws me in, almost as if he’s pulling me into a deep trance from which there’s no escape. I swear to God, just knowing that he’s going to call me is enough to make me wet. And every single minute that I spend talking with him on the phone… Sweet Jesus, I should be the one paying, not him. All of our conversations end with me soaking wet, trying to recover from another mind numbing orgasm his words have unleashed upon me. I know it sounds crazy, but what do you want me to tell you? It’s the truth. And that’s the reason I’m here now, at One57 because there’s only one man capable of turning into reality the fantasies King Henry whispers into my ear. And that man is, drumroll, Arsen Hawke. I know, no surprise there.

  As the elevator opens with a gentle ding, I step into the hallway, walking steadily toward Arsen’s front door. I’m still a few feet away from it when it swings back on its hinges, Arsen standing behind it with a grin on his face. My heart immediately feels tight inside my chest, my pussy already wet—yes, I’m this desperate to feel his body on mine, I’m not ashamed to admit it.

  “Ashley,” he greets me, stepping back
so that I can enter his apartment. He closes the door behind me as I turn to face him, a smile on my face.

  “Arsen,” I say, taking one step toward him. We’re close now, just a few inches between our bodies. None of us move though, we just stand still, enjoy the way the air around us seems to grow heavier. We are looking into each other’s eyes, sparks of electricity flying across the distance that separates us.

  God, I might not be able to stop thinking about King Henry, but whenever I’m this close to Arsen… Everything else just fades away. I don’t even know if it’s because he’s the best man I have ever met, or because he fucks me like a God. Either way, he just makes me melt like butter on a scorching hot day.

  “I’m glad you texted me,” he starts, cutting through the silence. “I spent all morning thinking of you… And thinking of last night. I can’t wait to get you out of those clothes.”

  A shiver goes through me as I imagine him, alone in his huge luxurious apartment, thinking of me and getting hard. Has he ever masturbated while thinking of me? And the panties he stole from me last night… Has he already given them any use? Just thinking of that makes me even wetter, if that’s even possible. The memories of what happened near Freedom Tower race through my mind and I bite my lower lip, wanting an encore. But then, something that King Henry said to me crosses my mind; it’s weird, but both Henry and Arsen have talked about the very same thing, and using the exact same wording… While talking about the area around Freedom Tower, the two of them mentioned it looks a lot nicer without the construction. I know, it’s probably just a stupid coincidence, but I have to wonder…

  “Have you ever called one of your phone operators? From the sex line?” I find myself saying, still unsure if I should even be mentioning this. I don’t want him to think I’m some kind of psycho.

  “What? Why would I?” He asks, taking a step back and raising one eyebrow at me.

  “I don’t know. Maybe you wanted to see if they were doing their job…” I say, feeling more and more unsure of what I’m saying. Christ, why did I even bring this up? I’m feeling more foolish by the second. He bridges the distance between the two of us, his hands on my waist as he grins at me.

  “Why in the hell are you even asking these questions, Ash?” He’s right, you know? Why am I grilling him like this? They said the same thing, but that was just a stupid coincidence, right? Right?

  “I… I don’t know,” I reply, sighing and looking up into his eyes. “It was just something silly, it doesn’t matter. What matters,” I continue, placing my hand against his chest, “is that I’m here right now.”

  “Oh, yes, you are. And I’m going to make sure that coming here was the best decision you made today,” he grins at me, pulling me in and pressing his mouth against mine. I close my eyes, reacting by instinct and surrendering to his kiss, his tongue sliding inside my mouth and dancing around mine in soft circles. His hands go from my waist to my ass and, grabbing it harshly, he squeezes both my cheeks in such a way that I pull back from his kiss, sighing heavily. We’re just kissing, and I already want him inside of me, his thick cock pulsing against my insides. Why do I become such a wet mess whenever our bodies are pressed together?

  I reach for his cock, my fingers curling around his thick shape but, before I can grab it as harshly as I want, he stops me. He grabs my wrist and takes my hand out of his crotch, a devious grin on his lips.

  “No,” he simply says, pulling back from me and taking one step back, his eyes never leaving mine. “This time, you’ll do what I tell you to, when I tell you to.” I’m taken aback by his words, boiling blood raging through my veins, but I manage to nod at him. I almost say “yes, sir,” but I caught myself before I did it. “You’ll obey, and you’ll only come when I tell you to come. Understood?” I shiver, King Henry's whispers of dominance during our calls turning something very, very real right in front of my eyes.

  “Yes, Arsen,” I tell him, my heart starting to gallop. His grins turns wider and, the moment he speaks, my heart almost jumps right out of my chest.

  “No, don’t call me Arsen. You’ll call me… sir.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, the words tumbling out of my lips easily. I lick my lips, suddenly feeling dizzy. Am I really talking with him as I talk to Henry? What’s going on here? And why am I getting wetter and wetter?

  “Good,” he continues, that maddening smirk on his lips. I have to fight hard against the urge to just walk toward him and rip his clothes out of his body, push him into the ground and ease myself on his huge cock. But, only God knows how, I manage to restrain myself.

  Turning his back to me, Arsen walks across the living room and sits on his couch, crossing his legs and leaning back as his eyes wander up and down my body, mentally peeling off my skirt and blouse.

  “Come closer,” he tells me, my feet immediately carrying me toward him until he tells me to stop. “Good. Now, take your blouse off.”

  My fingers dart to the hem of my blouse and I pull it out over my head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. I want to keep going, to unfasten my bra and let him see my breasts and hard nipples… But, obedient, I wait for his commands. I know—what the hell happened to me? I’ve never been one to care about the whole bedroom dominance thing… But since Arsen and King Henry entered my life, I can’t help but crave it. And to think that I was used to being the dominant one, in and out of the bedroom!

  “Now your bra,” he continues, and my fingers going to my back, obediently unhooking my tight lace bra. I push the straps down my shoulders and arms, the cups slowly drooping over my breasts; I tremble slightly as I feel the fabric brushing against my hard nipples before finally falling down to the floor, his eyes immediately hiking down from my face to my tits. Even from here, I can see the hunger in his eyes, and more than that, I can see the gigantic bulge inside of his pants. There’s no better feeling in the world than to know that a man like Arsen is taking this much pleasure just from seeing my breasts, that’s for sure. “Grab your tits, Ash. I want you to play with your nipples.”

  I don’t even think about it. I grab my breasts eagerly, squeezing the soft flesh between my fingers before I brush the palm of my hand over my nipples. I bite my lower lip, taking one hard tip between my thumb and index finger and gently rubbing it. I bite my lip harder, but it’s stronger than me. I part my lips and let a soft moan fall from my mouth, my body burning in a state of frenzied desire and anticipation. Arsen is playing me like a maestro plays his orchestra, and he knows it.

  He gets up from the couch, and my eyes immediately dart to his crotch. I try and suppress another moan, but it’s simply impossible; the sight of his tented pants is almost enough to make me lose my mind. God, I just want him to tell me to go down on my knees and take his thick veiny cock inside my mouth.

  With slow deliberate steps, he walks toward me, and stops a few feet away. If I just reached for him I could grab his cock... But I don’t. As hard as it is, I’m doing my best to submit. And it’s hard. Very, very hard. Almost like as if you haven’t eaten anything for three days, and then someone sits you down at a buffet, telling you that you can only eat when they tell you to. Sure, you might be thankful, but you just want to devour everything in front of you. I have to be honest here, though: as painful as it is to be this close to him while restrained by his commands, I have to admit it makes me as hornier as I have ever been. I can’t explain it. Maybe I might just have never met a real man, one that could truly dominate me, but I never felt like this before. Only with Arsen… and King Henry.

  God, why can’t I stop thinking of a man I have never met? And, of all times, when I’m here, half naked in front of Arsen? Still, it doesn’t seem wrong. In fact, it seems pretty adequate, since he’s treating me in the exact same way Henry uses to drive me utter and completely crazy.

  Arsen extends his arm, reaching for me with his outstretched fingers. He stops before he touches me, his index finger just an inch away from the valley between my breasts. The corner of his lips turns upward mis
chievously, and then he slowly lowers his fingertip over my skin. I shiver almost instantaneously, my eyelids drooping as he touches me. I can even feel my heart pumping warm blood to my pussy, and all this just because he has laid one finger on me. Is this really happening? If he’s making me shiver with just one fingertip, I don’t even want to imagine what he’s going to do to me with the rest of his body.

  His fingers slide down from between my breasts to my navel, and then back up again. This time he traces the contour of my left breast, going up its curve and circling my nipple. I tremble slightly, swallowing hard as I use all of my willpower to keep still. I just want to jump on top of him and be fucked as hard as humanly possible, but I don’t want to ruin this - I mean, the anticipation is completely murdering every hint of rationality in me, but I can’t say I’m not enjoying this… and in a most wickedly indecent way. Maybe I just like being tortured like this.

  Pinching my nipple gently, he keeps the pressure there for a few seconds, and then lets go of it, his finger once again going down and over my stomach. I almost start praying for him to go lower, to caress my labia on the way down, but his movements don’t take him near my pussy: he simply moves his finger up and down from my navel to my breasts, caressing my nipples every time he gets near them and making me breath so hard I don’t even know how in the hell I still haven’t passed out. My skin is prickling, my muscles burning with so much desire I might just spontaneously combust any time now.

  “You want more, don’t you?” Arsen asks, still grinning as if he owns me, and damn, right now he does own me. “You want my cock in that tight little mouth, don’t you?” I nod, moving my head up and down with anxious movements. I must look desperate right now. But it’s true, I really, really want his cock… No, I need it. “Take off your skirt,” he says with that commanding tone of his, his fingers still caressing one hard nipple. I hook my fingers on my skirt and, swaying my ass from side to side, push it down and let it fall on the floor at my feet. His eyes go from my breasts to my thong, and I can almost feel him peeling it off of me just with the power of his mind. Unconsciously, he licks his lips, almost as if he wants to devour me like he did yesterday.