Page 3 of Doctor Do-Over

“I wouldn’t be here in your room if I wasn’t.” Her voice has a bite to it, and she stands up straight. “I’m not like that.”

“I don’t think you are, but I need to confirm it just in case something comes up later. I’ve had it happen before.”

“Okay.” She folds her arms across her chest, and her small breasts push together, giving her some cleavage.

“Are you on birth control?” It’s another thing I’ve learned to ask. I constantly deal with women trying to play the fake pregnancy game because of my job and money.

“No.” She shakes her head. “It messes with me.” She doesn’t explain more.

“That’s okay. We’ll use condoms. But on that note, are you clean?”

“Yes. I don’t do this often, and when I’m home, no one wants to be with me because of my brother and father. They’re overly protective.” She says it fast, but it gives me a glimpse into her life, prompting me to ask the next question.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No,” she says and doesn’t elaborate.

Her words from before play through my mind. She doesn’t do this often. So, she’s into one-night stands. I don’t know if that bothers me or not, but I don’t want to work through that right now.

“Are you in a relationship?” she asks me tentatively.

“No. I don’t do them.”

She nods, and I gulp the rest of the whiskey down before I set the glass on the table.

“How much have you played like this?” I ask. I want her to say never because I want to be her first Dom.

“Not once.” She turns and looks out at the view, taking her eyes and emotions with her. “I’ve wanted to, but I…” She trails off, leaving the rest hanging. “I’ve done research, and I know a few Doms and even a Domme. Well, she’s a switch now and more of a sub because her husband doesn’t let her top.”

I give her the space she needs for a bit. “How do you know so many into kink?”

“My part-time bosses are into the lifestyle. My brother is a whipmaster, but he won’t discuss it with me. I also have a friend who has shared her experience.”

I walk up behind her and place my hands against the glass, pressing my body into hers. She turns around and looks up at me.

“Was it a bad experience?” I ask. The way she said it made me wonder.

“No. She just thought it was more than what it was, and now she’s hurt because he moved on without her.”

“Feelings can get complicated. The experience can be so intense that it’s easy to confuse deep care with love.”

“Did you love someone?”

“No.” I lean my head down and decide I can’t stop the urge anymore.

Her eyes flare wide before her lids slide down as I press my lips to hers. She opens instantly, and I invade her mouth. I consume her so I’m the only person she’s thinking of. Her hands wrap around my neck, and she presses her sweet little body against mine. I stand tall, pulling her up with me. She tries to wrap her legs around me, but her tight skirt restricts the movement. I reach down and yank the material. It rips under my hands. I pull away from her mouth for a moment.

“I’ll buy you another,” I growl before I dive back in.

Her tongue dances with mine, and her legs wrap around my waist. The heat at her core ignites my need to pull my cock out and impale her on it. However, we’re not done talking. I growl in frustration as I pull back. Her head falls against the glass, and I take her in. She’s the best view in the room. Her skin is flushed to her breasts, the pink coloring sliding down into her dress. Her lips are swollen. She opens her eyes, and I get lost in the swirling blue and gray. My heart clenches at her beauty, and I thank God that I was the man she was attracted to.

“Do you know the colors for the lifestyle?”

“Yes,” she replies, whimpering as she flexes her hips so she rubs against my cock. Her hands slide against my chest, and I want her to touch me, but I’ll lose control. I’ve never struggled with control until this little minx.

“Kitten, tell me something about you.”

She blinks and looks back up at me. I see a flicker of hesitation in her eyes for a moment before she bites her lip, considering what to share.

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