Free Her Dominant Doctor by Bella Jackson

sorry, I get extremely worked up about it and drone on and on. I’m sure you don’t want to hear any more of my soapbox,” she said, adding, “Goodness, it’s too early in the evening to run out of topics of conversation.”
    Thomas let out a boisterous laugh. “I am certain that is not the case. I have only just begun to uncover the fascinating mystery that is you, my dear Annie.” He raised his wine glass before taking another sip. Again, Annie watched as his lips touch the glass, wishing his lips were on her. All over her body.
    Annie was taken with his well-spoken ease. “I’m not a mystery at all, Thomas. Believe me. Now, enough about me. Please, Thomas, tell me more about yourself.” Annie reached for her wine glass and, before she could pick it up, Thomas silently and expertly poured more wine from the bottle they shared, already half empty.
    Smiling, she savored the delicious, slightly sweet Riesling. As she carefully observed his posture and expression, Annie had no doubt that Thomas would be an outstanding lover. He was so attentive to her needs, and he had those long, perfectly manicured, skilled fingers that would, in all likelihood, have no difficulty reviving her long-suppressed libido.
    Thomas pulled her out of the provocative thoughts. “Well, I’m a surgeon… as you well know.” He winked and paused. Thomas eagerly explained the path that led him to a medical career and his passion and personal satisfaction at making people well. He thrived on the challenges of his profession, especially the intricate nature of surgery and demanding requirements to stay abreast of the latest research and procedures. He also mentioned the gratifying aspect of being in charge when in the operating room. “I like being the ultimate decision-maker and having people follow my orders.”
    The statement was so provocative and it turned Annie on, ratcheting up her sexual desires. She recalled his blatant admission… he was a man in control of his destiny and of others . Goodness, everything about him is sexy. The way he looks, talks, acts. She wondered what it would be like to sleep with him. Have his cock buried deep inside of her, penetrating and marking her as his. She feared that Thomas could smell her arousal, cognizant of the brand new pretty panties now drenched from her juices. She felt an involuntary clenching down low in her belly. She desired him and that scared the hell out of her. Thomas was not like any other man she had ever encountered.
    Somehow, over the course of the conversation, it veered in a completely different direction. Thomas asked her several getting-to-know-you questions as they developed a light banter back and forth. She shared that her favorite book was a tossup between Jane Eyre and Little Women . Thomas declared that his was either The Great Gatsby or David Copperfield .
    Finishing dinner, they enjoyed coffee and dessert, splitting a decadent piece of chocolate mousse cake. Annie enjoyed eating the last, scrumptious bite. Thomas offered it, holding his fork up to her mouth. His expression was dangerous, his eyes solely focused on her lips. It was an intensely intimate gesture that reminded her of the ice chips and Chapstick in the hospital. I think my panties just caught fire .
    After covering the favorite book category, naturally their conversation eventually led to discussion about favorite movies. Laughing, an amused Annie spoke. “I can’t believe one of your favorite movies is Willy Wonka . I would have guessed your interest to be more along the lines of James Bond.”
    “Laugh all you will, my dear Annie, but I stand by Willy Wonka . It’s a great movie,” he retorted enthusiastically.
    “The original or the remake?” she inquired.
    Thomas made an exaggerated gesture of horror, hands on his face in perfect rendition of Edvard Munch’s famous painting, The Scream . “By God, the original of course. The remake is a sacrilege. To even suggest an affinity for the inferior