Asher

God, I love getting her riled up. Love watching her chest and neck redden with the heat of my words.

“I don't date my patients,” she retorts quickly, shifting in her seat once more. I love how much I affect her.

“Didn't say anything about dating,” I say.

“I don't sleep with them either.”

I chuckle. “We definitely wouldn't be sleeping.”

She swallows thickly, cheeks flushing with heat.

“You're thinking about it, aren't you?”

Now she’s licking her lips again.

I love how shy she gets around me. How vulnerable she is without even knowing it.

“Me fucking you. My hands on your skin. Hot breath in your ear while I fuck that tight little cunt."

She shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. "Stop," she whispers, but it’s breathless, her voice trembling with need. “Remember when you told me it was wrong of you to kiss the officer at work? Well this is the same thing.”

“No, it’s not.”

This is nothing like what happened with Trina. Yes, I was attracted to her. Yes, I wanted to fuck her, but I haven’t even touched this woman yet and it feels like she’s already gotten beneath my skin. Desperation has a firm grip on my balls and they ache to know what it would feel like to make her scream my name just once.

"If I can't fuck you with my cock then I'm gonna fuck you with words. Either way, I'm getting inside you."

Her eyes flutter closed and it takes every ounce of self-control I possess to stay in my seat.

"Spread your legs," I command, deepening my voice.

Her green eyes widen with surprise but in the next breath she surrenders and God it’s a beautiful fucking thing, like a flower that’s gone without sunlight or water blossoming in the warm summer sun. Satisfaction rolls through me, relaxing my shoulders as she complies, slowly opening her legs for me. I catch a glimpse of her white silk panties and my pulse quickens when my eyes lock in on the wet spot.

“You wet for me, Doc?"

She bites her bottom lip and nods.

"Show me."

She reaches down with both hands and pulls the fabric of her skirt up until it's bunched around her waist.

My dick is so fucking hard right now it could crush concrete and my balls ache for release. Adjusting myself, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I'm hanging on by a thin thread and it's fraying with every shift of those creamy thighs.

"Do you want to know what I would do to you right now if I could touch you?"

"Yes," she breathes, gripping the sides of the chair.

"I would rip those panties off and shove them in your mouth. Then I would drive my cock inside your tight hole over and over again until your sweet cream is dripping all over me."

Her head falls back, knees parting farther.

"Pull your panties aside and show me what I can't have."

She does as I say, revealing a small triangle of hair just above the bare lips. I ache to bury my nose in the dark thatch, desperate to inhale her scent.

Drown myself in it.

Licking my lips, I lean forward, bracing my forearms on my knees. She's only about five feet away. I could have my mouth on her in about two seconds flat but self-control is something I covet now more than ever. And maintaining my control with her is peril, because deep down I know this woman is the cure to my disease. She’s the reason I’m able to sit in this chair instead of stripping her down and fucking her on this nice Oriental rug.

Her hand delves down, dragging her fingers through the drenched slit.

"Marley."

Her eyes snap open at my command, dilated and wide, lips trembling as she shamelessly rubs herself.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

She shakes her head slowly.

“You wait for my command. Let my words guide you.”

Reluctantly, she pulls her fingers away from her pussy. “Put them in your mouth,” I tell her, and she does, licking and sucking the digits while she holds my gaze. “I want to make sure you understand my expectations of you. I want your naked soul with me. No holding back. No walls. Just you.”

Her breath hitches as she nods.

“Now, I want you to drape one leg over the edge of your chair then bury those same two fingers deep in your pussy.”

She hesitates, her breath catching in her throat. “Do it, Marley. And don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you looking right here,” I tell her.

Lifting her right leg, she drapes one leg over the arm of the chair and scoots down a little, opening herself even more to me. I catch the slightest glimpse of the hidden puckered skin and my cock twitches, eager to know just how tight her ass is and how much of me she can take. Her slim fingers find their way back down to her pussy, spreading her arousal before they disappear into the greedy little hole.

A gasp escapes her parted lips as she pushes them in and out slowly, eyelids heavy with lust.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.”

“What do you love about it?”

“It scares me.”

“Why?”

“Because I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want you.”

“But you do.”

“God yes.”

“Do you wish those were my fingers inside of you?”

“Yes.”

“All you have to do is say the word, baby. Tell me you want it.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

Her fingers move faster, pumping in and out as her head lolls back.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous. I wanna see that pretty face when you come for me.”

“I’m close.”

“I know you are. Add another finger.”

“I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Do it now, Marley.”

She adds a third finger and it takes everything I have not to whip my dick out right here and now but this isn’t for me, it’s all for her. She needs this.

I need this.

Her breath quickens as she thrusts her three fingers in and out of her perfect little pussy, then she explodes, letting go of the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard. Her other hand moves to her breast, pinching her nipples through her blouse. She rides out her orgasm, and once it ebbs, I stand up and walk toward her.

Leaning down, I pull her hand from her pussy, bringing her fingers to my mouth, sucking them one at a time. She stares at me, eyes hazed with sated lust.

“That concludes our session for today, Doc. See you tomorrow.”

Then I walk out the door with the biggest fucking smile on my face.

Goddamn that felt good, watching her lose control like that, knowing I was the reason for it.

And to think, this is only the beginning.