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With each pump of my cock, I get closer the roaring wave of pleasure I’m craving. Brynn consumes my mind and arouses all of my senses. Her smell, like rainwater and roses. Her beauty. She’s like a modern-day Snow White with her raven-black hair and milky-white skin. Her fiery spirit provokes the Dominant in me and drives me crazy, but I can’t get enough. I don’t want to break it. I don’t want to change her. I want to claim her, to own her, and never let her go.

My orgasm comes quickly, picturing her kneeling on the ground at my feet. Her legs spread, hands behind her back, head bowed in subservience. Spots dot my vision as a booming sigh cuts through the silence of the room. My cum shoots from the tip of my cock onto my stomach. Once more, Brynn materializes before me, and I picture her licking the warm liquid off my abs.

I feel like I could go all over again.

Before I storm out of here and find myself at Brynn’s door, I hop off my bed and grab my undershirt from earlier. Cleaning my chest off, I walk into the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face. I catch a glance of myself in the mirror, and I recognize the gaze looking back at me. It’s hungry. It’s been too long since I’ve had a sub, and I didn’t even know I wanted another one until my eyes first landed on Brynn.

I’ve had several in the past, and don’t get me wrong, we rarely had a bad time. But something always felt like it was missing. I never experienced a connection that made me want to take any of them on full-time or long-term. It’s always been a casual arrangement. Dinner here, professional gathering there.

Everyday things I can’t wait to add a little spice to with Brynn as my sub.

If she doesn’t agree to come with me, I don’t know what I’ll do.

ChapterThirteen

BRYNN

Despite the factthat I went to bed seriously pissed off about what I allowed to happen on the roof last night, I have to admit, I had the best night’s sleep since I’ve gotten here. I woke up more rested than I remember being in a very long time. I almost get angry all over again knowing it has everything to do with how perfectly Dr. Dick fucked me over that railing, but I don’t. However, I have a session with him in a few minutes, and I have a feeling my good mood is about to go out the window anyway.

I’m not looking forward to seeing him again so soon. I thought for sure he was going to follow me when I left, but he didn’t. I tried to tell myself I didn’t care, that I didn’t want him to come and try to psychoanalyze all of the reasons why I was upset. But I’ve never been a good liar, especially not to myself.

I’ve never cared about anyone’s opinions before. Why the fuck am I starting now?

Dr. Dick is getting under my skin, and I don’t like it one bit.

Turning the corner, I walk down the hallway full of offices and stop just before I get to his. I can see the light is on, so I know he’s there. For a split second, I consider leaving. Skipping out on the session and finding a quiet place to hide so I can be alone. But then he’d know something is wrong.

No. I have to show up. Just to get it over with.

Taking a final step puts me directly in front of Dr. Dick’s door. I watch as he makes notes inside of a patient file, presumably mine. I don’t think he treats anyone other than me. His head is bowed slightly, showing off his crown of lush, brown hair. A flashback of that same head of hair between my legs causes my knees to quiver. His thumb and forefinger massage his perfectly chiseled chin, but all I see are his fingers entering me. I feel them inside my pussy as they dance around expertly, drawing pleasure from deep inside of me in a way no one ever has before.

Just like that motherfucker said he was going to do, God damn it.

It’s time to put my mask of indifference in place, get through my session, and get the hell away from him before he realizes the effect he has on me. Then, I need to do whatever the fuck I need to do to make it so that effect is no longer effective.

I tear my eyes from him before I knock on the door. In my peripheral vision I see his head snap in my direction. What once wouldn’t have been a chore, keeping my eyes from darting to his now seems nearly impossible. I swear I can make out the line of his lips curl into a smile upon seeing my figure through the glass. In three long strides he grasps the doorknob with his thick, talented fingers…

Stop it!

The door swings open and with it, the fragrant smell that’s been driving me crazy since the day we met. The moment it hits my nose, it captivates my senses.

“Good morning, Brynn,” he greets me with an innocent smile, as though we didn’t do the horizontal mambo last night. “Come on in.”

He’s putting on agood boyact for those in the hallway around us, but it contradicts the obscene desire burning in his eyes. And I know there’s more than behavioral therapy whatever the fuck he called it going on in his mind.

Who the fuck is this guy?

Who did Dr. S invite into this soulless, God forsaken institution? Is he even a real doctor? He doesn’t look or act like any doctor I’ve ever had before.

I see Dr. S poke his head around the corner just before I walk into Dr. Dick’s office. The two men look at one another almost suspiciously as I cross the threshold, and I’m instantly curious to know why.

Does Dr. S know what happened on the roof last night?

Is Dr. Dick in trouble? Is he going to get fired?

Why am I getting nervous at the idea of him leaving?

“Brynn?”

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