Part Two: The Doctor is 'IN'
Michael Robbs, MD was a man of contrasts and conflicts. As an oncologist, many of his patients were very ill. Sometimes his diagnosis was a death sentence and sometimes he could deliver wonderful news. He originally wanted to be a family doctor, but life sometimes changes your path without really consulting you first.
A close friend had been diagnosed while he was in residency and had asked him for help. In learning what he could about the cancer attacking his friend, he discovered a new passion: killing the killer. That was fifteen years ago. Now he was respected by his peers, sought after to lecture and was considering taking on a teaching role.
His rugged good looks and athletic build made him attractive to the nurses on the units and he enjoyed the banter back and forth. But that was his professional life. His personal life was different. Darker. Private.
It had been a year since his last submissive had moved on - a new job too good to pass up. They had met online five years ago. That relationship had grown intellectually for over a year before consummated physically. He could wait as long as necessary for the right woman.
This morning he had signed into the same site after more than four years. He was looking for a specific blog. A specific woman who had invaded his dreams. A patient that couldn't know his identity until she was no longer his patient.
She had confided in him that her diagnosis scared her and that her lack of a support system 'in the real world' was making this difficult, but that she had 'online' friends that she could count on for support, guidance, humor and venting. He could see the beautiful woman under the dull clothes, the dull hair. He knew she was divorced and worked as an accountant in a large firm. But there was something different about her. He couldn't put his finger on it - but felt that she was like modeling clay, ready to be molded.
When she had mentioned the online blog, he had asked which site. At first she had demurred, with obvious embarrassment, but had finally confessed that it was a dating site. He asked if she'd dating anyone from there. She told him, no, that she only joined to write stories and chat with people from all over the world.
He didn't ask her online name, but had searched within her zip code and read blogs until he found the one he knew to be hers. A week after the diagnosis, he found her plea for help and prayers. He left a comment.
"So, what are you doing tomorrow?" Signed DomMike4U. He never hid what he was, just who.
It took three days, but she sent him an email, thanking him for his comment, complimenting him on his profile pic (a nice one he thought showing his bare chest and abs and jeans unbuttoned). She asked if he had suggestions. He replied that he had a few.
They began an online friendship, sharing every feeling, fantasy, need and desire. They never exchanged full names. She knew he was nearby, but he never asked for a meet. She assumed he was married. She opened up to him.
For six months, she went and did and tried everything. She had taken his suggestion that sex was good and that she could have sex without getting hurt emotionally. He had helped her 'screen' a few men from the site in cities she would visit. After a few of those went well, he set her up with a female. That had also gone well - very well! Her erotic stories now had enough realism to them that her readership increased and many commented that she couldn't be writing 'fiction'.
Then one day he made the suggestion that made him hard just to contemplate. He knew she was coming to see him on Friday. He already had her latest test results and knew the good news he was going to give her. She would no longer be his patient. So he told her he only had one last suggestion. Meet him. Have a romantic dinner, soft music, and then some hot, kinky, mutually satisfying sex.
At first she had seemed to shy away from him. She understood from his profile that he was Dominant. She had discussed his lifestyle with him and others for a few of her stories. It fascinated her, but also made her distinctly uncomfortable. He considered it a positive in her favor that she was hesitant. If she came to him, if she gave herself to him, it would be totally and with full understanding of his expectations.
She told him that she would think about it and if she decided to meet him, it would be with an open mind.
Ten minutes after she left his office, beaming with joy in her good health, he left the office. It was 5 o'clock and he had a few things to do to prepare for tonight. Grabbing his bags from the trunk of his Mercedes, he checked into the Radisson. He had arranged for dinner to be delivered from one of the top restaurants in town at 7:15. The wines and champagne were chosen, flowers ordered and delivered. The hotel had a nice sound system in these suites and he had brought some favorite jazz, sexy and soft.
After showering and shaving he dressed in a light weight wool/silk suit in charcoal with a dove gray silk shirt and black silk tie. He was ready to give Mary a singular surprise, followed, he was sure, by many more.
The tap at the door was exactly on time. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. Shock registered on Mary's face and when her knees began to buckle, he stepped forward to support her. Unable to help himself, he kissed her. It was better than he had thought it could be. Warm, soft lips against his, lips parting involuntarily allowing him access to probe her mouth and tongue. His hand roamed over her back, he lightly brushed against her ass, hips and then her breast. When he saw that her eyes were open and she was standing strong, he pressed his erection into her hip and moved his hand over her sex and cupped her lightly.
She pulled away, shuddering just a bit and stepped into the room. Turning to him after a brief moment, she said, "I'm ready."
