THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+

Ann was woken up by the rapid flick of something wet and soft on her clit. She felt two rough fingers, parted her cunt open and something licked her again. She slid her arm across the bed to check if anyone was there but it was empty.

Out of curiosity, she lifted up the blanket and was surprised that she found no one inside.

“How is that possible, I felt someone touched me”. She soliloquizes with doubt.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Good morning Miss Ann”.

Marcus’ deep voice brought her back to reality and she cleared her throat to take away whatever she had imagined a few seconds ago. She darted her gaze over to the door and found him leaning his back against the door.

“Going somewhere?”. Ann asked as she observed his new appearance; his beard was perfectly shaped spade around the edges of his pink lips. His hair was perfectly brushed down to fall back on his shoulder and his manly hairy chest was on display as he had left the four buttons of his shirt open. Ann just couldn’t believe it as he was looking like someone younger than his age and looking too hot like a real man. The skin jeans he wore was what made her gulp the lump in her throat nervously.

After observing Marcus for a second she lifted her gaze to his face while she sat up and gestured her back to rest on the board hinged against the wall.

“Yes”. He answered and straightened up in a standing position. “I am going to the office”. Marcus said as he shoved his two hands into his pocket.

“Office?!”. Ann asked with one of her eyebrows raised up in total disappointment. “What about me? Are you just gonna leave me here?”. She asked while running her hand through her disheveled hair to calm down herself from over reacting. She had imagined how this was gonna be and now it’s ruined all because of some stupid work.

“It’s an emergency that I need to attend to.” He said calmly. “I will be back at noon, so please make something for yourself and feel comfortable here”. Marcus said but that wasn’t the thing she cared about.

“But that is unfair”. She said as she braced her hand on the bed while crawling out of the bed. She brought her legs out from the bed before she sat on the edge of the bed. “Today is the first day, I am your client also and I need your attention”. Ann placed her hand on her chest as she spoke.

Upon all her effort to manipulate him to stay, Marcus still stood firm on his decision to leave.

“I will be back soon”. He said and turned to leave but stopped as if he had forgotten something. He turned back to face her,”Don’t go near the second room”. He said in a threatening tone, hoping that would scare her off but it didn’t. “Have fun”. Marcus said before he turned and dismissed.

“Fuck!”. She cussed and stood up from the bed. She flipped her hair backwards while pacing from the door back to the bed. She groaned in rage then stride out of the room and down to the stairs. She came out of the mansion and saw the door creaked open as Marcus drove his car out of the house before the gate locked automatically. She stood at the entryway of the sitting as she watched the gate locked. “Fuck it”. She yelled angrily as she wasn’t able to stop him before she turned back and strode into the kitchen.

Her stomach grumbled hungrily and she placed her hand on her stomach as she walked to the fridge. She opened it and saw some beverage and foodstuff which she grabbed before slamming the fridge locked.

She placed the food stuff and the beverage on the table.

“What an idiot”. She said angrily as she felt disappointed about Marcus’s leave. She grabbed the brownies and pasta that she had taken from the fridge. She put it on a plate and then crouched down on her knees where she found the microwave below the gas. She opened it and put the food in before she locked it. She turned the microwave on and stood up.

“That will take five minutes”. She said to herself then walked back to lean against the table.

After waiting for five minutes, the microwave beeped urgently and she quickly stooped down to open it.

“Hmm…”. She hummed in delight as she sniffed in the delicate aroma coming out from the food. She stood up and grabbed the glove from the kitchen cabinet before she wore it. She stoops down again and carefully collects the plate from the microwave. She stood up and placed it on the table before she locked it, using her leg. She turned to the cabinet close to the dishwash and opened it where she found the plates padded well inside. She grabbed a plate from the top and strode back to the table. She took off the glove before she picked the pasta, opened it and poured it into the plate.

“Brownies? Who on earth eat brownies with pasta?”. She asked herself and heaved a sigh while rolling her eyes. “That would be me”. She responded as she hand-pick the brownies from the plate and glided it into her mouth. “Sweet and soft”. She mumbled as she smashed the brownies in her mouth and then swallowed it all in. “Now to get the spoon “. She walked to the wall rack on top of the glassy table and grabbed some cutlery. “Breakfast time”. She squeaked happily as she rushed to the table and digged into the food hungrily.

Few minutes later; she finished eating and cleared the table. She placed the plate into the dish water before she turned it on. She strode out of the kitchen and ascended the stairs. She walked passed the second room and paused when she remembered Marcus warnings; “Don’t go near the second room”. She backwalked to the second room before she turned to face it while wondering what could be inside that room.

She couldn’t resist it, out of desperation to find out what was inside that room.

“I don’t give fuck about him, he doesn’t see me”. Ann said with a devilish smirk. She walked closer to the door, out-stretched her hand to the door knob and twisted it open. Her mouth dropped open as she observed the dimly lit room, it was the same room Marcus had brought her to the first day she had came here.

She scuffed into the room, turning around while observing and staring at every weapon she spotted at the wall; a flagger, cuff, different types of whips and a chain. In the middle of the room, there is a strong hook with handcuffs below. She lowered her gaze to the ground, the bed that was once in the room had already been replaced with a bondage furniture. She opened her mouth and gasped for air as she was shocked by what was being displayed in front of her.

She averted her gaze to the huge tall cupboard behind the door and walked towards it. She brushed her fingers against it before she opened the second drawer.

She gasped and this time it almost took her breath. With her eyes wide opened she stared at the huge white dildo in the drawer. It made her wonder what was Marcus going to do to her with all this stuff.

She saw a small remote inside and picked it up. She brought it closer to her face to have a good view to observe it, it had a red button in it which she tapped and a tackling sound of something being locked made her jerk up in horror. She turned while using her eyes to scan around the room as she searched for where the noise was coming from. She tapped a green button and a chair rolled towards her. The chair caught her attention, making her realize that the remote was controlling the chair.

She pressed the red button again and swiftly, a cuff came out and automatically hooked around its leg.

“Wow…”. She gasped lightly. She glanced at the chair as she imagined what she could do with it. “oh yes”. She smiled devilishly as an idea hit her head. “You are a lifesaver”. Ann said and smirked.

“Dringggg…”. The sound of a telephone buzzed and Ann scooted out of the room. She quickly locked it and rushed downstairs. She traced the sound of the sound to the sitting room. There was a small telephone on the table. She lifted it up to her ear and before she could respond, the unknown caller had already hung up the call.

“I should call Silver”. She said exhaustedly. She dialed Silver’s number and put it on call. It rang for some minutes but got no response in return. She dropped the phone down angrily and flopped on the coach. “Pieces of shit”. Ann groaned in rage.