Page 73 of Born to Make You Smile

I got on my knees, ready to release him. But he stopped me, gripping my jaw and tipping my face up to his.

“Not so fast. You left all the instruments out today.”

It was the truth since I was distracted. I bit my lip. “I’m very sorry, Dr. Brinley. Won’t happen again.”

He shook his head slowly. “You were careless, and now I have to punish you.”

Punish me. I breathed faster, slightly nervous but very trusting of the man in front of me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. We were going to engage in a Dom/sub scene. Sure, we spoke about it briefly from time to time, but knowing he was breaking out of his shell, making a fantasy of mine come true, touched me on a deep level. So much so that I’d do just about anything to please him.

“Undress yourself,” he ordered, running his hand down my face. “I want you completely naked.”

I stood and pulled off my shoes, then socks. I yanked my scrub bottoms off with a swift swoop. Followed by my top.

“Keep going.” He watched me remove my thong and bra with hunger in his eyes. He leaned back into the chair, stroking his erection through his slacks.

He grabbed me by the hips and put my naked body on top of the desk.

“Open your legs for me,” he said. “I want to see your beautiful cunt.”

His dominating words caused a zing of pleasure to run up my spine. I obeyed without shame, exposing myself to him. The bright lights of the office hid nothing. But I was comfortable and eager to be on display. I was all his to observe and claim.

He let out a pleased moan and moved down, immediately ravaging my cunt with his mouth, pushing his tongue inside me and caressing my walls. The strokes of his tongue caused me to shake. I didn’t even have the chance to worry about the fact that I had been working all day, although he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. God, I couldn’t believe we were doing this on his desk, in his office. The naughty and forbidden aspect of it all turned me on even more. I was already so close. I wasn’t sure how what he was doing was punishment, but I was taking it all in.

“Fuck, Gavin.”

He paused and glanced up, shaking his head. “In this office, you will refer to me as Dr. Brinley.”

I could feel the surge of blood pooling to my sex. “Yes, Dr. Brinley.”

“Much better,” he said, then continued to ravage me with his mouth.

A series of moans escaped me as I fully enjoyed mypunishment. I ran my fingers through his hair as the familiar flutter began. “I’m going to—”

He moved his mouth off me, and I reached for him, desperate.

He looked up at me with a devilish smile. “You aren’t going to come yet.”

He massaged my inner thighs as I writhed with frustration. He’d tease me and come close to touching my aching clit, then move away again.

“How much do you need to come?” He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, then blew a breath over my sex.

“I need it more than anything.”

“You’re sure?” he said with a smug expression, clearly enjoying my suffering.

“Yes. Please, Dr. Brinley.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come.” I wiggled and groaned, my clit pulsing with need.

“I can’t hear you,” he murmured. “A little bit louder.”

With feathery strokes, he brushed his lips over my clit. It was torturous. I needed more.

“Please, Dr. Brinley!” I shouted. “Make me come. I need to come.Please.”

“Goddamn. Are you ever beautiful when you’re begging for me.” He let out a growl and then pushed his mouth on my cunt, feasting like he’d been starved for weeks. My body shuddered as my orgasm hit, pleasure spiraling inside me.

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