Page 33 of Doctor Bossy

I loved seeing her like this, driven senseless, helpless to pleasure, loved knowing I was the one in control, and she had no choice but to give herself over to it. At this point, I knew she wanted more and was probably aching for it to the bone. But she didn’t attempt to go faster or drive herself on my finger to achieve release. She simply sat as still as she could, shaking, begging, and waiting for me to take the next step.

I loved a submissive woman, especially one who smelled as addictive as Becca.

I stopped, bringing the fingers I had been touching her with up to my mouth for a taste.

Fucking delicious.

I shut my eyes in ecstasy as I savored her tangy essence on my tongue. It was good. And I needed more. When I opened my eyes again, she was staring at me, mouth agape.

I smiled at the expression on her face as I went down on my knees, still watching her. Her stunned expression quickly turned anticipatory as my face got closer and closer to her center. A touch of my breath had her straining herself to get closer to my mouth. And then, when I finally did give her a lick, she gasped again, and her hand went to my head.

Can’t have that.

I stopped and nipped her thigh to get her attention.

One eye opened with what seemed like a lot of effort.

I shook my head, and she seemed to get the message. She retreated her hands.

“That’s right, sweet one,” I whispered to her, and she squirmed as my breaths hit her right on her clit.“I decide when and how I give you pleasure. I control your pleasure, and the only thing you have to do is sit there and take it. Understood?”

“Yes,” she bit her lip, closing her eyes and moaning. “Please, I want more.”

“Since you asked so nicely….” I leaned in, continuing to nip and tease, testing the limits of her obedience. I would give her a little lick right on her slit, then back away, then suck her clit, then back away again. She couldn’t anticipate my movements, and with a frustrated sigh, she no longer tried, simply reacting to what I gave her. Good. I appreciated the obedience and rewarded her with her full pleasure.

And with that, I buried my face in her middle and ate at her the way I desperately wanted to. I heard a bitten-out cry as her legs began to tremble. Her hands grabbed the desk, and I looked up to see her eyes had gone wide. I could tell even before she said, “Oh my God. I think I’m going to come.”

“Come for me,” I whispered as I thrust a finger into her soaking wet heat and felt her spasm around me as she came. Her taste flooded into my mouth, and I groaned. God, I could do this all day. I really could get drunk off of her.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and it was a rude awakening back to reality.

It was like a bucket of cold water right in the face as I immediately realized where we were and what we had just done.

I had just made out with Becca, my son’s ex-fiancée.

And eaten her out.

On my office desk. With the door unlocked, where anyone could have just walked in.

I think Becca realized it at the same time I did because she gasped and tried to scramble off the desk. But her legs seemed to not be working well because they wobbled, and she would have ended up sprawled on the floor if I hadn’t caught her at that moment and held her against the desk.

At the same time, I called out, “Who is it?”

“Sir.” It was Willa. “There’s a call from the chemistry department. Should I patch it through?”

“In a minute,” I said. "Give me a few seconds and have him call back in five minutes.”

“Alright,” she said in a normal speaking tone. There were no inflections to suggest that she suspected something was going on in here.

But that didn't mean we were scot-free.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair and trying to clear my head. I didn’t turn around just yet. Turning around would mean I had to deal with the fact that I just seriously fucked up.

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BECCA

What the hell had I just done?

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