The Sex Doctor (His Submissive) 18+ novel Chapter 44

Ann has been on the bed for almost an hour, her body was weak and she could barely move. She could feel pains all over her body, especially sore in her sexs. Each time she would try to move her legs the pains increased to the extent it made her laid back. “Owh…”. Her body shook as she sobbed on the bed.

“Ann”. Marcus called out which made her jerked up.

Her body trembled at the deep tone of his voice calling, scared of what he might do to her if he found out she hasn't freshen up yet. “Yes Sir”. Ann responded immediately he entered the room.

He sighed as he approached her while she cowered back into a seating position on the bed,”You still haven't freshen up yet?”. Marcus asked.

“Sir, I tried…”. Ann croaked out.

“It's okay”. Marcus said, which surprised her as she didn't expect him to just forgive her like that without a punishment. He placed a fancy bag he was holding on the bed and then entered the bathroom. Within a second, she heard the sound of rushing a water which made her avert her gaze to the door to figure out what he was doing. She slanted her neck backward so she could have a better view as she peered through the slightly opened door. She jotted her face back in position as soon as the water stopped.

“It's alright”. Marcus assured her as he came out of the bathroom and strode towards the bed where she was. She gasped when he scooped her up in his arms and carried her naked body back to the bathroom then to the steamy bathtub, filled with bubbles. He stooped low and settled her body into the tub.

Her body relaxed immediately and it was engulfed with the warm water inside the bubbles, “Thank you sir”. Ann said in a whispering tone with the last strength she had in her.

Marcus exhaled sharply before he crouched down to the level of her face by the edge of the tub. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear while staring at her intensively as if he was bothered which made Ann uncomfortable. She expected him to leave so she could have her bath but yet he didn't make any attempt to leave at all.

“Sir…are you okay?”. Ann asked and turned to face him as she was concerned.

After a few minutes of silence he finally replied,”A woman’s squirt is like urine and not an orgasm, they squirt whenever they are highly stimulated to the extent they don't have any control of themselves anymore”. Marcus said.

Ann was confused as she gaped at him in disbelief. What does she expect, since he is a sex doctor he probaly know everything about a woman but the fact that he wass telling her all this without been asked rendered her speechless. She swallowed hard and didn't respond to him as she didn't find it necessary. “Sir i…i…dont understand”. Her voice quivered as he caressed her hair, racing his finger along her shoulder while she shivered to his tingling touches.

“Ann…”. Marcus calmly called while traveling his hand down across her stomach.

“Yes sir”. Ann mumbled as he dipped his hand into the wet tub and used his fingers to trace circles around her navel, sending jolts of wanton excitement all over her body. He leaned his face closer and whispered into her ear.

“Whenever you are alone”. He said, lowering his hand between her inner thighs. “Do you touch yourself?”. Marcus' question sent cold shivers down her spine. She found it hard to figure out the right word to say as his soft touch was sending her over the edge. He glided two fingers into her folds, she clamped her leg against his hand and jerked slightly, restricting him from moving any further as she was still feeling pains down there.

“Sirrr…”. Ann's head fell back as she clenched her hand into a strong fist. His smooth touch was painfully pleasurable, she slowly parted her legs open for him to have more access as his two fingers stroke her folds.

He massaged her clit in small circles and she moaned uncontrollably.

“Ahhh…myyyy…ghadddd…”

“Speak”. His fingertips gripped her clit tightly as he yelled at her demandingly.

“YES SIR! YES!!”. Ann cried out while her clit euphorically throb under his harsh grip. She felt like she would cum anytime soon if he didnt let go. Tears rolled down her cheek while her knees buckled up hard. “Sir please”. She pleaded in pain and he finally released her before he stood up.

“I dropped a package on the bed, once you are done, you wear whatever you see in there and come downstairs immediately”. Marcus said and left.

Ann inhaled sharply and relaxed into the tub, savoring the feel of it all down her bruised skin as she was relieved that he didn't have to punish her again. Her experience on the bed was so painful and never would she want that to happen again. The warm water was able to ease the pains between her sexs but the red imprint was still visible. She washed her body and stayed in the tub for a few more minutes till she regained her strength before coming out of the tub. She dried her hair with a towel before wrapping it around her naked body then came out of the bathroom. She looked around the room, checking if Marcus is still anywhere around but there was no sign of him, and just as she was scanning around the room her gaze met with the fancy bag on the bed. She assumed that it was the package Marcus was talking about which made her wonder what could be inside. Curious to find out, she trudged down to the bed and grabbed the bag. She opened it wide and buried her face to inspect what was inside. “Lace?”. She asked inwardly as she spotted a lace thong inside the bag. She wanted to be sure of what was inside so she turned the back side down and emptied the bag on the bed. It was surprising that he got her a thong when she already had one. She didn't want to wear it but the thought about being punished again in a painful way is what she wants to avoid.

She sighed deeply in order to clear the thoughts pondering in her head as this was the opposite of what she expect when moving into the sex doctor masion. She couldnt wait to be out here and finally go out with her best friend to fuck all the dicks in the hot club house. ‘I mean who would love to stay in a huge boring house with a strange man’. She scoffed at the thought of that before picking up the thong from the bed and wore it.