Page 9 of Doctor’s Orders

I nip her flesh and goosebumps trail across her pale skin. Rising higher on my knees, ignoring the harsh bite of hardwood beneath them, I slide her skirt up to her waist and breathe in the scent of her desire.

Fucking breathtaking.

“Because,” I murmur, hooking my fingers into her panties and dragging them down her thighs. She pulls one of her legs up so that I can remove them, leaving her bare to me for the first time. I lick my lips and edge closer, salivating at the feast in front of me. “I won’t accept anything less.”

6

Lacy

I never imagined anything quite like this. Kissing Dr. Wes in his office, sure, but not being butt naked on top of his desk while he looks up at me with such deep desire that I feel it to my core. I canfeelhow badly he needs this, and it’s the most erotic experience of my life so far.

As a woman who’s been around the block a time or two, that’s saying something.

My breath hitches as Wes’s mouth latches onto my sex and he locks eyes with me. I only get a half of a second before he swipes his tongue across my clit and makes my entire body convulse.

Oh shit—

His nails dig into my thighs as he holds me in place anddevours me, moaning against my core as I writhe in place. My entire world turns white as he licks and sucks and shoves his tongue inside me, and within minutes I’m already coming.

“Mmm,” he moans, popping his mouth off me to flash me a smile. “Again, beautiful.”

“What—“ I gasp as he dives back in and sucks my overly-sensitive pearl back into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue and making me scream. I come within seconds, and my desire starts leaking down my thighs and all over his face. He’s not deterred in the slightest, and this time he shifts his position so that he can slide a finger into my heat and curl it inexactly the right place—

I can’t breathe as he breaks my body one earth-shattering orgasm at a time. I’m not sure how long we’re there or how many times I cry out in painful ecstasy, but I’m sure I’ve woken the dead by now.

“W-Wes,” I whimper, clawing at his hair to pull him off of me. “Please.I can’t—”

“You can,” he assures me quickly, adding a second finger to the first. “You’re so fucking strong, baby. You can take it. I need you to take it.”

He rubs the swollen heat of my sex again and I buck against his hand, already feelinganotherorgasm coming on. “No, please,” I try again, pulling myself farther back onto his desk. “No more.”

The look in his eyes darkens as I shift away from him, and he’s standing in a flash. “No?” With quick movements, he undoes his belt and brings it forward, grabbing my wrists and binding them with it. “But we’re not finished yet, baby.”

Fuck.The belt is cinched tight, and my arms fall uselessly to my lap. Hot desire still courses through my veins, and it lessens the sting as Wes drags me back to the edge of the desk. This time, he pulls my arms above me and locks them around his neck, the belt keeping me in place. I’m trapped, and I know I should be scared.

I should beterrified.He may have said some pretty words earlier, but there’s nothing pretty about him now. He’s rough,unhinged, and taking it out on me.

But the sick part is that I want to see this side of him. I want to know what I do to him - what I’vebeendoing to him for the past year.

“You’ve been holding back on me,” I say quietly, staring at his face as I hear his zipper slide down. His jeans fall to the floor with some effort, and then he steps out of them. The next thing I feel is his cock nudging my soaking wet entrance, and a shudder runs through us both. “You’ve been so calm during our sessions. I had no idea—”

He thrusts forwards, sliding against my lips and swollen clit, stealing the air from my lungs. “Didn’t you, though?” He keeps a steady pace, rocking against me without sliding inside, and it’s worse than his tongue ever was. The pleasure burns, and I bite the inside of my cheek so hard it bleeds.Fuck.

I hate how powerless I feel. How I know I can’t escape. But at the same time, something deep inside me shivers. Isn’t this what I wanted? To see him for who he is? To know the man behind the title - to know that he’ll always be there for me?

“N-no,” I whimper, gasping as the tip shoves hard against my swollen clit.

“Don’t lie to me, Lacy.” He brushes his lips against mine and exhales harshly, filling my dazed senses with the scent of citrus and cinnamon, and I know that every time I catch that scent again, I’ll think of this moment.

“I’m not lying.” My voice quivers, and I know he hears it.

“You’ve seen me,” he growls, biting my liphard.His tongue soothes the sharp pain immediately, and he groans at the taste of me. “You’ve known I was there for months. I haven’t been hiding. Not really.”

That part is true. I’ve seen him around every corner for a while now.

“I’ve been waiting for you to confront me about it,” he admits, once again notching his erection at my entrance. Slowly, he pushes inside, stretching me with each inch until he suddenly stops. “To tell me to stop. That you were filing a restraining order. But you never did.Breathe,baby. You’ve got to breathe.”

I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and he slides the rest home, hissing through clenched teeth as he bottoms out inside me. “Fuck, you’re tight. So fucking wet and still wrapped tight around me.” He holds still, cupping my ass so tightly that his nails dig half moons into my skin.

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