He shivered in vivid recollection to the previous evening’s revelations. How was it possible that he could feel so deeply and completely for this woman so soon? He was captivated by her charms and entranced by her strength. The degree of trust and honesty she had given him was humbling. Remembering the sorrow etched on her face when she told him of her infertility brought tears to his eyes. He felt her pain and longing, as if he had experienced it with her. His chest ached, both with empathy and with need to somehow fix it. They had a connection that transcended understanding and he felt, for the first time in his life, a sense of powerlessness. He needed her with him forever. The link of his soul with her soul left an abiding yearning and this revelation shook him to the very center of his being. He realized that without her, he would have nothing because… she was everything.
Annie’s acceptance, curiosity, and eagerness to experience his lifestyle was the icing on the most decadent cake ever eaten. Her body was a siren, pliable and responsive to his every touch. Her breasts were perfection, two perfectly symmetrical handfuls. Pink nipples that turned crimson under his command. Her full hips supported the essence of her womanhood, that magnificent secret garden that dared him to explore with its tantalizing scent.
All of these musings made his dick hard and his balls heavy. His desires tore him in half, leaving him helpless to decide. He wanted to fuck her and suck her like a dom, claiming her as his possession. In contrast, he wanted to caress and worship the exquisite woman who had bewitched him. He wanted to love her and make love to her. His heart was brimming with love and passion.
Overcome with immediate need, Thomas pulled the comforter down, revealing her perfect body. His eyes feasted on her curves slowly, looking at her as if she were a masterpiece hanging on the wall at the Museum of Fine Arts. I have to take her there to see the Monet exhibit. She’ll love that, I am sure. Thomas could not wait to experience the world through her eyes, eyes that were presently open and watching him leer at her body.
The curve of her lips asked the cliché question, “Like what you see?”
“Indeed I do,” Thomas confirmed, kissing her sweetly on the lips. “Good morning, love.”
“Good morning to you too. I see that you really did enjoy the view.” Annie’s lustful eyes gazed at the evidence of his enjoyment.
“I can’t help it. I am an admirer of natural beauty.”
Her eyes grew large and liquid. “Thank you, Thomas. You make me feel beautiful.”
“You are beautiful. Inside and out. I’d like to enjoy a walk through the garden of your beauty.” He placed lazy wet kisses in a trail downward. Annie’s little moans and mewls of pleasure were music to his ears. When he reached the apex of her thighs, his eyes honed in on that luscious flower between her legs. Drops of dew clung to her inner folds, like the raindrops that clung to flower petals after a morning spring shower. Her musky fragrance was intoxicating, unique to the woman before him. His mouth watered in anticipation of her sweet taste.
Thomas firmly grasped her thighs in each hand and spread her legs wider. Annie gasped, laid before him utterly open and completely exposed. The foundation of her womanhood revealed as if for the first time. He studied the opening of her moist canal, drinking in the sight of her complete surrender. Unable to wait another moment, spurred on with the desire to have his mouth on her, Thomas lowered his head. His mouth latched on to her mound; the savory flavor on his tongue was pure nirvana. Annie’s loud moan beckoned him to speed up, but he wanted to partake of her like a fine wine. Using all of his senses to luxuriate in the delicacy that was his Annie. Slipping two fingers into her flowing canal, he found her g-spot. His tongue focused on her clit.
“Oh, oh, please. Oh, Thomas… I need… I…”
“What do you need, my love?”
“I need… you,” she panted. “Only… you.”
Thomas felt a heady power at those words. He was taking Annie to a place of pure pleasure. He alone had the ability to sweep her into a world of euphoria. His tongue centered on that perfect little pearl; the result was a shrieked plea.
“I can’t… oh, don’t stop. P… p… pleaseeeeee! I’m going to… I need to…” Annie’s high-pitched wail was desperate.
Thomas could not deny or delay any longer. Vibrating the words on her over-sensitized clit, he commanded her, “Come, come now, my love!”
Annie’s back arched up off of the bed, though Thomas stayed latched on as he sucked and nipped every last ounce of pleasure out of her. She screamed loudly, as her pussy violently convulsed over and over, her orgasm ebbing and flowing in waves, causing her entire body to vibrate.
Thomas looked up at Annie, satisfied. She was damp with sweat, her hair clinging to the sides of her face. Her large breasts heaved as she gulped in air, her mouth in a perfectly shaped ‘o’ and her eyes closed in contentment. Beautiful, Thomas thought with smug gratification. He would never get enough of that vision. Her unrestrained passion, her willingness to surrender was magnificent. Thomas knew it with undeniable clarity, Annie belonged to him.
* * *
Annie returned to work that Monday fully recovered from surgery. What a whirlwind week! She walked on clouds, all her thoughts of Thomas. The shift from surgeon to lover was only days ago, yet it was as if they had known each other forever.
They had spent the hours between Sunday and Monday morning exploring every aspect of their lives and had conversed for hours, learning all of those facts about each other that a couple newly in love wish to know. Birthdates, daily routines, college experiences. Starting Sunday morning, they had also learned each other’s bodies. Annie had not minded waking up to Thomas looking at her intently, examining her with his eyes, not like the doctor he was, but as a man. Her man. Annie had then decided that oral sex was on her green light list and had communicated this to Thomas with zealous enthusiasm.
Even coming down from the weekend high with a focus on returning to work, Annie could not stop thinking about Thomas. She loved her job and could not wait to get back. She had spent hours lying in that hospital bed, wishing all were back to normal. Now, however, her thoughts were solely about seeing Thomas. Wanting to be with him all of the time. Unable to get enough of being with him. This was her new normal.
Annie had a permanent smile plastered on her face from the moment she woke up that morning, which grew as wide as the sun when, mid-morning, the receptionist entered her office holding a huge bouquet of purple lilacs in a large crystal-cut vase.
“Look what was just delivered for you. Someone wants to welcome you back to work,” she said in excitement as she placed them on the corner of the desk.
Annie’s heart fluttered, certain they were from Thomas and she was sure they were not just for well-wishes at returning to work. “Thanks for bringing these up to me, Melanie, but you could have called me down to the front lobby to get them.” The young receptionist was all of five feet and had to be under one hundred pounds. The bouquet was enormous, overflowing with fragrant lilacs, and must have been very heavy to carry all the way up to the second floor. Annie’s office was located in the farthest most corner with all of the other clinicians.
“Oh, no, the delivery man told me he had strict instructions from the person sending the flowers, to wait for personal assurance that the receiver would not be made to carry them. They were to be delivered directly to you and placed in the location of your choosing. The guy wanted to walk them up here himself until I guaranteed that I would take on the terrible task of walking them up to you. Oh, how awful to carry something so beautiful with a heavenly scent. Not to mention, it’s nice to stretch my legs for a few minutes. Believe me, it was my pleasure, plus I wanted to see the expression on your face. Have you ever gotten flowers at work before?” she asked.
Annie’s brow furrowed, ignoring her question. “The delivery guy had instructions that I was not allowed to carry the bouquet?” Thomas. Overprotective, loving Thomas.
“That’s right, his instructions were explicit and he pra
ctically followed me up here. Only after I was well on my way down the hall did he turn and leave. Kind of a strange request, huh?”
“Y… yes, strange request.” Annie was preoccupied with thoughts of her man. She was dying to read the card, but did not want to do so in anyone’s presence. She stood up from her desk. “Well, thanks for making the trip, Mel. I appreciate it.”
Melanie held her hand up. “I get it. Don’t want me to be here when you read the card. No problem. I know when I’m getting the brushoff.” She laughed, closing the door as she walked out of Annie’s office.
As soon as the door was closed, Annie pulled the card out of the envelope and read it.
Annie, my angel,
I’m sure I do not need to tell you that purple lilacs are meant to communicate the first emotions of love. I hope these make your first day back to work bright and the meaning behind them a promise to see you tonight. Welcome back to work. Remember to follow your restrictions or you will face the consequences. Until tonight.
Love, Thomas.
Warmth flowed over Annie as she read his words. Her fingers gently touched the fragile flowers as she leaned in to take in their fragrant, unique scent that always reminded her of early spring. The shade of purple was her favorite color, lavender. It was the same soft, soothing color as the walls in her bedroom. Tears started to form from the jubilation and happiness that she had found this wonderful dream man to call her own. She still had yet to process all of the emotions of the past few days.
After her morning wake-up call on Sunday morning, both Annie and Thomas had fallen back to sleep for another hour. They woke up refreshed and rejuvenated. So much so that they had enjoyed another marathon stretch of lovemaking that brought them to early afternoon. In between the thunderous orgasms, they had continued their discussion and negotiated an arrangement that pleased them both.
One of Annie’s greatest concerns was being able to identify when Thomas was in dom mode and when he was just Thomas. His resolution to the dilemma was a perfect solution and put her fears at ease. When they were in a scene and when he was being a dominant, he would call Annie ‘pet’ like he did when they had the masturbation scene. At the time, Annie did not think about it, so caught up in living out her fantasy, but later she asked him about it. She was uncertain she liked being called ‘pet.’ She could not deny, however, that his voice calling her the explicit name made her weak in the knees. So they agreed that she was ‘pet’ when she was submitting to him. When they were just living life, being themselves day-to-day, he would call her by the affectionate endearment ‘angel’ or her given name. She loved that he called her angel; it made her feel special.
In an effort to navigate the entwining of their lives into already established routines, they had both agreed that spending time together when at all possible was the most important thing to consider and they needed to determine how that would work for them. This resulted in a pact to alternate locations to stay at night. Monday through Thursday, they would stay at Annie’s home and the other days at his brownstone. It made sense to break it down that way because the weekends were reserved for their ‘play’ time and Thomas had all of the accoutrements in place at his home. Yesterday afternoon, Annie had followed Thomas on the drive to his historic red brick façade house. The intricate iron railing led up to a door painted black, lending to the authentic look of that special style architecture.
The interior was comfortably masculine, not in a bachelor pad way, but with tasteful, traditional décor of dark woods and worn leather. The home had three levels and he told her he spent the majority of his time in the main rooms on the second floor. Thomas had a large living room that felt cozy with a fireplace and overstuffed furniture. In addition to a gourmet kitchen and oversized dining room with built-in china cabinet, the second floor also held his combination library and study. Annie fell in love with that room the instant she walked through the threshold. There were floor-to-ceiling custom-built bookcases on three of the four walls. The bookcases held leather-bound volumes with every topic imaginable, ranging from the classics of Mark Twain and F. Scott Fitzgerald to coffee table tomes about art and history. They spent hours sunk into the relaxed brown leather couch that sat in one corner of the room, talking, eating, reading, and talking some more.
Thomas sat at one end of the couch while Annie laid out with her head resting on his lap. He stroked her hair as they further defined and determined how to mesh their lives together. Annie, with her behaviorist mindset, wanted to review her rules with Thomas to ensure she understood his expectations. They agreed that Annie would text him at least once during the day when she was at work to check in with him and text or call if she were going to be late arriving home at the pre-determined time.
Another rule came to fruition when Annie endured the embarrassing yet erotic initiation of having a hairless pussy, with Thomas gleefully completing the task of shaving her for the first time.
Thomas also delighted in rummaging through Annie’s underwear so that he could choose what panties she would wear each day that week. Feeling that some of the options were less than acceptable, Thomas made her discard them and led her out of the house to, of all places, the mall. They shopped at Victoria’s Secret for panties that were adequate for his discerning taste. This left Annie with a wide collection of exquisite silky panties in all colors and styles. Thomas encouraged her to find the matching bras in the correct size, which was a challenge given her breasts were a D-cup. They had their first disagreement when Thomas insisted on paying for the underwear, but he pulled out the dom card when he leaned into her, his head against her cheek and, in a hushed tone, said, “The discussion is closed, pet.” The words were whispered so there was no fear that the salesperson heard him; however, her physical response was immediate. What he said and the way he said it made her panties, the more pragmatic white cotton panties that Thomas insisted she wear, dampen as her arousal grew with his private, yet ‘public’ display of dominance.
* * *
The weeks that followed were busy. Thomas spent every moment he was not working with Annie. He thought it would be a daunting task to split his possessions between two homes, but Thomas found that it required little effort to adjust to their new lives. They spent each weeknight at Annie’s home. He was learning all of her little quirks, and they all endeared him to her.
Thomas took note of every detail, from her favorite foods to the type of toothpaste she preferred. He knew that she liked to wash her hair with coconut shampoo that reminded him of a tropical paradise every time he nuzzled her, taking in the exotic scent. He found her quirky habits endearing, from her insistence on matching her Vera Bradley pocketbook and accessories to the way she performed her meticulous nightly rituals. He discovered that the heavenly scent that intoxicated him the night of their first date was a specific brand of almond cherry lotion that she used to moisturize her hands all the way up to her elbows. She did not like her food to touch on the plate and she used the remote control to cycle the channels completely before deciding on what program to watch on television.
Annie’s love for gardening soon became his interest as he spent time with her tending to the rainbow of colors. After pulling weeds or mulching an area, Annie would stand way back and observe the span of their work. After putting the garden tools away in the small wooden shed in back of her house, Annie would faithfully walk the full length of the yard along the stone path, stopping momentarily at particular points in quiet contemplation. He observed, without her ever telling him, that she was partial to a viburnum shrub planted in and among several varieties of hydrangeas and that she adored a figurine of a frog sitting on a lily pad. His unobtrusive surveillance at these oddities confirmed his belief that she was an angel sent to him from above and he wanted her with him for always.
This realization, several weeks into their relationship, was the encouragement needed to introduce Annie to his parents. One evening they drove to Marblehead, a coastal town outside of the city, to show Anni
e his childhood home. When he called his mother to ask about bringing Annie to meet them, she was delighted and, after their initial meeting, Thomas knew that his parents fell in love with her immediately. Thomas was not surprised. His Annie radiated light and goodness and compassion with everyone she encountered.
“So Annie, Thomas tells us you work with people with disabilities,” Sarah said as she passed the grilled asparagus to her son.
“Yes, I do. Both children and adults. I work for an agency called Community, Inc. They have offices all throughout the eastern part of the state. I work twice a week at the main facility in Boston and the other three days rotating to five different locations both north and south of the city.”
“Sounds interesting,” Ryan chimed in. “You know, I worked for a law firm before I retired. I think one of the other partners may have done some work for you guys.”
“Could be,” Annie responded. “I’ll be honest, Mr. Callahan, and tell you that I stay as far away from the operations side of the agency as possible, choosing to focus on the clinical supports of the clients.”
“Fair enough, Annie and, please, call me Ryan. Mr. Callahan was my father.” A sad, wistful look played across his face. “Speaking of which, Thomas, have you been by to see Nana recently?”
“I stopped by the nursing home last week, Dad. She looked good. They had her up sitting in the activities room. There was a music group going on. A guy playing a guitar. Nana was… well. The same.”
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