Page 6 of The Good Girl

Chapter Five

KARMEN

Iwatch Dr. Rourk, wondering what he’ll do. My heart is racing. I know I can be bold with him, but there is still a part of me that’s shy. He might think I’ve done these things before, but I haven’t.

Something about him brings out this side of me. I want him in a way that I’ve never wanted anything else before. His rejection might destroy me, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. The alternative is feeling like this forever, and I won’t be able to.

He didn’t sell me out to my mother. He also hasn’t told anyone the dirty things that I say to him. If anything, he should have passed me off to another doctor. And yet here we are. That has to mean something.

“You’ll need to take your pants off.” I am standing so quickly that I almost trip over my own feet. That’s sexy, Karmen. Get it together if you want to do this.

Dr. Rourk is a grown man and he doesn’t want an awkward girl. I see the way he watches me slip my pants down my legs and I wonder if maybe that’s exactly what he wants. He wants me and whatever it is that I am. I’m still trying to figure that out for myself, but he could help me along the way. That would be nice. No one has ever done that for me.

I put my thumbs in the sides of my panties to pull them down too, but he stops me. “Did I say the panties?” His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. Normally, when he tells me to stop doing something it’s a half-hearted attempt. Not this time.

“No.” I shake my head before leaving them in place.

“Sit back down.” When I take a seat in the leather chair, I lean back. “Good girl,” he praises, and I press my thighs together.

Those two words went straight to my clit, and I can feel it throbbing. That feeling combined with the deep ache forming in the pit of my stomach is almost too much.

“Now tell me, Karmen. Have you been having problems getting yourself to cum?”

Dr. Rourk leans back in his own chair, and I hate that there’s a table between us. I want to see if he’s hard. Is his cock pressing into his slacks, making it ache? God, I want to make him hard almost as much as I want to cum.

“Yes,” I admit, wiggling in my seat.

“And how does that make you feel?”

“Dr. Rourk,” I groan, closing my eyes. Is he torturing me? I suppose it’s only fair. I’ve been doing that to him since I met him. Now that I’m more than willing to play with him, he’s the one who won’t play with me.

“Eyes on me,” he snaps, and I eagerly obey. God, I love this side of him. His voice exudes authority, and my nipples harden almost painfully. “Answer me or you’ll put your pants back on.”

“I hate it,” I admit. “If I don’t do it for myself, then no one else will.”

“I’m not sure that’s true.”

“No one else that I want to do it.”

“And you think that I could help you?”

“Yes. You could teach me.” I lick my lips. “You know, like a daddy teaches his little girl to do things.”

“Jesus Christ,” I hear him say in a whisper before he sucks in a deep breath. “Spread your legs for me.” I do it slowly, wanting to torture him as much as he’s torturing me. "Fuck, you’re wet.” He sounds like it’s painful to watch.

I look between my legs and see the cotton of my panties sticking to my sex. It’s completely soaked.

“I’m aching.”

“Slip your fingers inside your panties. Only touch your clit.”

When my fingers go to the top of my underwear, Dr. Rourk's eyes follow their every movement. Then I dip them in, guiding two fingers to my clit.

“Slowly circle,” he says, and it’s like he’s straining to control his words.

I can’t worry about that now while I do as I’m told. I’m so wet that my fingers easily slide around my clit. It’s all over me, and I can’t think of a time I’ve ever been this turned on.

“I want to go faster.” There’s a whine to my voice, but I can’t help it.

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