I NEVER DID GET AHOLD of Carleigh after leaving her house for Sarge’s place. I assumed she fell asleep, being as late as it was and all, but she didn’t message until Monday morning. I’d messaged her three times by that point like a fucking amateur. She let me know she had a great time, was looking at her schedule for the week, and that she would find some time for us. She asked about Sarge too, and I told her he was okay, that I’d tell her more about it when I saw her next, and that I couldn’t wait.
It’s now Thursday, 10:59 in the morning, and I’m moments from arriving at her office having not seen her since our night together, and having not heard another word from her since that Monday morning message. I fought the urge to message her again after my ‘Good morning’ text yesterday, and it was a close one. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since the morning I left her house, my mind running through not only the hours we spent fucking in every way imaginable, but also running through our dates, and our sessions, the time I’ve spent with her, the admiration that has grown since we first met.
She looks up as I enter her office and passes me a tight smile, a little bit of nervousness in her features.
“Doc, how you been?” I ask, putting my hand out for her to shake as the door closes behind me.
Her eyes land on my hand and then trail up to meet mine. “What is that? And don’t you call me ‘Doc.’ You know how I feel about it.” She motions to the chair across from her. “Sit down,” she says, cracking a smile.
I do as asked as she seems to read my facial features, her eyebrow curiously quirked.
“So … what’s with the formalities?” she asks.
“I didn’t think I was doin’ anything out of the ordinary.” I grin, and she shoots me a glare.
“How’s your week been, Bishop?”
“Well …” I shrug. “Pretty uneventful. I was really hopin’ to hear from this lady I had a whole lotta fun with, but she never reached out.”
She shoots me a pained expression. “I know! I’m really sorry! I actually meant to message you back last night, but figured we’d talk today. Things have been really crazy this week, with the lawyer and everything. And then my husband was served yesterday morning, and he was not happy one bit.”
“What did he do?” I ask, leaning forward in my chair.
She waves me off. “Nothing crazy. He was just contacting me a lot. Contacting our friends. Just being a bit of a nuisance.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I hesitate, a little guilt taking hold, and then add, “I completely understand about this week, you know? Don’t even worry about it. We have all the time in the world to make up for it. Last session is next week and then we’re free and clear after that.”
I wriggle my brows, and she smiles, but it’s tight, forced. “I had so much fun with you last weekend. I really did. Thank you for letting me vent a little. And release a whole lot of stress.”
“No, I should be the one thankin’ you. I had an absolute blast, in every aspect of that night. And by the way…” I lean in and whisper, “I’m dyin’ to be inside you again.”
Her face goes flush, her nervous eyes meeting the door before they fall back on me. “I’ve thought a lot about it,” she says softly. “I may have had to use the memories a time or two for vibrator inspiration.”
I scoff. “And you didn’t call me? I would’ve gladly taken care of your needs.”
“Oh, I already know you could’ve. Ugh, I hate that I’m going through all this stuff. I hate that you even saw me like that. I’m still your counselor, after all. Regardless of what may have transpired. I hate that the roles were reversed Saturday night.”
“I don’t. I’m so glad to get to know more about you. To see the real you, the you with problems just like the rest of us.” I pass a quick chuckle before adding, “To be able to see you outside of here. It’s just different, and so much better.”
“It is, but in here is important too. We still have work to do.”
“We have two sessions left, Carleigh. And I’m doin’ really well. Not drinkin’ too much. Haven’t touched a lick of weed in almost two months. My grades are at least a little better. And I’ve been lookin’ more into acting classes. I’ve been thinkin’ more about it and might try and come up with a plan by the end of summer.”
“Have you decided whether you’ll stay or go?”
I give her a wide grin. “Well, I guess that kind of depends on how all this plays out, huh?”
She smiles back, brushing some hair behind an ear. “Always the sidetracker.” She pokes her tongue out at me.
“Talk about gettin’ sidetracked. You show me that tongue again, and we may have a whole other problem on our hands entirely.” I waggle my brows and she smiles, her face going flush once again.
“Oh my … I can only imagine. Ugh, to be perfectly honest, do you know how often I’ve sat in here and thought about how nice it would be to get fucked on this desk?”
“God, I love when you say fuck. It sounds so much filthier comin’ out your mouth.”
“I try my best to maintain a professional bearing, to keep things classy, to be the good girl, but God, Bishop … I’m a filthy woman. I am. I’ve even used my vibrator here before. I keep one in my desk drawer …” she says, an eyebrow arched. “It has a remote.”
“Carleigh, I need you to take your vibrator outta that drawer, put it in your pussy, and give me the remote.”
Her eyes trail to the door and she bites her bottom lip. “Bishop, I can’t. It’ll just make me want to fuck, and we can’t fuck here. As much as I’ve thought about it, and as hot as it would be, what if we were to get caught? I’d lose everything.”
“Is there a lock on that door?”
She nods.
“Then we won’t get caught. And that fear of gettin’ caught you got, that’s what makes it so fuckin’ hot.” I look at her with intent. “Now, Carleigh. Take that vibrator out of that desk, put it in that hot fuckin’ pussy of yours, and hand me the remote.”
She hesitates before she opens the center desk drawer and pulls out a pink egg. Her hand disappears into her lap, and I can tell by the look on her face when she puts it inside. Her needy eyes flit up to me, her hand retrieving a small remote from the drawer, and she hands it over.
I take it from her before she can change her mind, turning it on, stirring her in her chair. I watch her for a moment, her skin turning red, her eyes closing and jaw clenching, before I turn it up a little.
“Ooooh,” she gasps, smiling wide as her eyes open. She grabs her breasts with both hands and starts working them, any reluctance she felt before now giving way completely to desire.
“Now, Carleigh. Tell me what’s been botherin’ you,” I say, my face straight, my tone doctorly.
She giggles, her hands running from her tits, down her stomach, and then back up.
“I’m having come problems, Doctor.” She pouts.
“You’re havin’ trouble coming?”
She moans, closing her eyes for a moment, before they open back up, and she says, “No, Dr. Bishop … I come just fine.” She smirks, her eyes closing. “That’s the problem. I crave it. And I need a good thick cock to feed my craving.”
I tilt my head as her eyes open. “I’m glad you chose me, Carleigh. I do believe I can help you. I have developed a very specific routine for sufferers like you. It has been ninety-nine-point-nine percent effective.”
She breaks character for a moment, though the pleasure from the vibrator is still made apparent by her trembling body, and she asks, “What about the remaining point one percent?”
I smirk.
I hadn’t even thought of it. I’m not even sure why I used that percentage.
Shrugging, I reply, “She had sexual anhedonia.”
She bursts out in laughter, but just as she does, I turn the vibrator all the way up and her laugh becomes a yelp. She slams her mouth shut with both hands, her wide eyes flitting to the door.
I’m grinning like an idiot. “Carleigh, are you open to the treatment I have to offer?”
She gasps, lowering her hands, as her bottom lip trembles. She nods.
“Good. The proper initiation to my program requires oral copulation. Are you prepared for that?”
I turn the vibrator back down to low, and she eases her tension a little, nodding with a pouted lip. I scoot my chair back with both feet and stand, unbuttoning my jeans and dropping my fly. I motion for her to stand as I sit back down, removing my pants and tossing them aside.
“Now, Carleigh, this is very important. Are you listenin’?”
As she slowly saunters toward me, she nods again, an innocence in her features now as she continues playing the role that intensifies my desire for her.
“You must swallow the cock. If the tip doesn’t touch throat, and there’s no gagging, well, then it’s all for nothin’ and we’ll have to restart. Do you understand?”
“Yessir,” she whispers.
“Now, get on your knees.”
She does as she’s told, kneeling at my feet, eyeing my cock as she reaches for it.
I grab her incoming hand, smirking when I say, “Now, now, Carleigh. If we’re ever to cure you of your cock hunger, you must learn patience.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
I wrap my fingers around my pulsating shaft and lift it up, exposing my sack. Pointing to them, I say, “You must start with the balls. I want your face buried in them.”
“Mmmm.” She dives toward my midsection, her lips connecting with my balls, the hot saliva tightening my sack immediately.
“Yeah, Carleigh, just like that … so fuckin’ good.”
She looks up at me with seductive eyes, pulling back from my balls long enough to say, “I feel better already, Doctor. What a miracle cure you’ve discovered!” She grins, her mouth connecting with my balls again. She swirls a soft tongue around the entirety of my sack before she takes one of my balls into her mouth, sucking on it like a dick, and my God, does it get the precum going. It’s leaking out of my cock now so bad that some of it drips down onto her forehead. I wipe it up with my finger and hold it close to her mouth.
She licks it clean when I say, “I think we’re ready for the next stage. How do you feel, Ms. Jacobs?”
She grins, replying, “Oh, Doctor, so much better already, but I’m afraid my desire to come is still there.” She shrugs.
“That’s okay. Remember, this is a process. Now, get your throat acquainted with the tip of my cock, sweetheart. It’s only gonna hurt a little.”
She grins before running her tongue from my balls, slowly up my shaft, and then swirling it around my cockhead. She spits on the tip, before she uses her hand to polish it.
“Good girl. Now make him disappear.”
She opens her mouth wide, her eyes locked on mine, and swallows every last inch. With her top lip resting against my pubic bone, she holds her hungry stare. Abruptly, her throat begins pushing against the head of my dick.
It’s the look on her face that threatens to do me in. It’s just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I moan as she works my cock in and out of her mouth, her hot tongue cradling the underside. “That’s it. You’re doin’ so well, Ms. Jacobs. Too well, in fact.”
She pulls my dick out of her mouth, keeping it grasped in her hand as a line of spittle still connects us. She pouts.
“Am I in trouble, sir?”
“No, no. You’ve done quite well with the treatment already.” I put two fingers to her chin, looking down at her as she is right now, on her knees, obedient, submissive; it turns me on like no other. “There’s just one more step, and I worry it might be too much for you. I want you to be comfortable with our work together here. It’s important for your recovery.”
She nods, keeping the innocent look on her face, and feigns concern. “I’m willing to do anything to feel better.”
“Good.” I pass her a devilish smirk. “Very good. I’ll need you to strip down. Keep that egg inside you. And assume the position over the desk. Bein’ inside that beautiful ass of yours again is the most vital part of my program.”
“Oh, Doctor…” she says, standing and beginning to unbutton her blouse. “How did you know that’s exactly what I need? It did wonders for me the last time.” She winks, tossing her blouse to the floor, and removing her heels and dress pants next.
As she strips out of her bra and panties, left bare naked and beautiful standing before me, I motion toward the desk.
“Assume the position, Ms. Jacobs. And in order for this to work, I’m sorry to say, we will need to turn up that assistive device inside you.” As she makes her way around the desk and bends over on top of it, I turn the vibrator up. She squirms, letting out a quiet gasp. Tossing the remote to the ground with her clothes, I stand and remove my own, all the while admiring her with insatiable desire. Making my way toward her, seeing her bent over her desk as I had always fantasized about while sitting in this office, is one of those experiences you just have to savor. It’s like a kid on Christmas morning opening presents. Some kids, at least. The ones like me, we don’t rip every goddamn present apart right when our parents blow the whistle. No, we take our time. We open every present carefully, analyzing each gift, passing meaningful thanks.
I imagine as that feeling dissipated with age, it had to be traded off with something. For me, it was sex that filled the void. I’ve always liked to savor each moment, from foreplay to sex, and back around again, with the fervor such an experience should always be met with.
And as I stand over her, watching her writhe atop the desk as the vibrator gets her off for the umpteenth time, I’m overcome with a swell of a combination of desire, dominance, and satisfaction that disrupts my every sensation.
Eyeing her hole, as sexy as it is, and the egg peeking out from between her pussy lips, moves me to taste her again. Spreading her ass cheeks, I run a tongue from clit to asshole and back, collecting every drop of cum she’s collected already.
“You taste so good, Carleigh.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“That’s such a pretty little hole you have. Is she ready for the finale?”
She shoots her eyes back at me, arching an eyebrow. “Bishop, if you don’t fuck my ass like it’s the last time ever, I will sit you in that chair and make it happen myself.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Carleigh. That’s not a part of my program. We will have to get that treatment in another time though. Soon, too.”
“Mmm, then you better give me that cock right now. I need to feel you come inside me again. You don’t want to disappoint me, now do you?”
“That’s the last thing I intend on doing, my dear. I won’t stop until you’re completely satisfied,” I say, leaning down and spitting on her ass. I then spit in my hand and stroke my cock a few times, before I work my head in.
“Yes! That’s what I need. That right there,” she says, her hands hooking the edge of the desk so hard they’ve turned ghost white.
“Mmm, you like it rough, don’t you?”
“You have no clue. Tear me up, Doctor,” she demands, and I willingly oblige, building up speed and force to a point where I feel like I may hurt her.
“Is that okay, Carleigh?”
She gasps, holding her hands to her mouth to keep herself quiet. “Oh God, yes,” she mutters into her palms, her eyes beginning to roll. “Just like that.”
Picking up the pace, I can feel the orgasm building, the vibration from the egg inside her pussy quickening the process.
“You ready for my cum, Carleigh?”
“Fuck yes, Bishop. Give it to me.”
I groan as the sensation builds, no longer centralized in my balls, but overtaking my entire midsection. My cock stirs inside her, preparing to blow, when I take one last thrust, orgasm burgeoning, and hold my cock inside her.
“Oh… my… fuck!” I gasp, nearly losing it as the cum pours out of me and into her.
I pull out slowly, a shudder overtaking my buddy as a sting reverberates from my sensitive cockhead. Letting out a heavy breath, I then pepper a trail of kisses down her back.
“Christ, you are incredible, woman. I swear to God, I’ve never felt anything like being inside you. Not ever.”
She stands up, smiling as she removes the vibrator with a faint yelp, and then she wipes an arm across her brow.
“I cannot believe we just did that.” Her eyes go wide as they trail to the door. “I hope nobody heard us.”
As I retrieve her clothes from the floor and hand them over, I say, “I think we’re good. There isn’t another office close by. I’ll tell you what, though … there were a few times I thought I was gonna lose my shit.” I smile, grabbing my own clothes, and starting to put them on as she does the same.
“You’re telling me,” she says, buttoning up her blouse and repositioning her pants. She unbraids her ruffled sex hair and combs her fingers through it a few times. Glancing at the clock, she says, “It looks like our session is just about over.”
“I think that may have been our best one yet.”
“And so against the rules…” Her words linger in the air as she sets a hand to either cheek, a look of guilt overtaking her features. “I can’t even believe I just did that.”
I approach her, setting a hand to her elbow as lines of concern cross my forehead. “Please don’t regret this. I’d hate it if you did.”
She drops her hands and smiles, though it seems to be more for my benefit. “No regrets, Bishop. I just need to make sense of what’s going on with me right now. This… this is out of the ordinary for me. Way out of the ordinary. Like, I must’ve lost my freaking mind.”
“That sure sounds like regret to me, Carleigh.”
She shakes her head. “No. I promise. No regrets.”
“I hope not. And I hope I get to see you again. Soon.”
“I’m going to be busy tomorrow, but what about Saturday? I think that would work.”
Setting a hand to her hip and pulling her close, I say, “If it involves you, I’ll always makes shit work. You just let me know. I know you’ve got a lot goin’ on.”
“Saturday, I promise.” She smiles. “Now, get out of here. I have another patient coming soon.”
“You won’t be havin’ the same kind of session with them, now will you?” I wink at her.
She rolls her eyes. “Get out of here, Bishop.” Hugging me, she pecks me on the lips, and then the cheek, before giving me a little push. She turns and makes her way back around the desk.
“Definitely going to have to clean this up,” she says, her eyes scanning the cluttered desktop.
I wink at her and smile. “Until our next session, Ms. Jacobs.”
“Goodbye, Bishop,” she responds, smiling back at me. I turn on my heel and head for the door. Reaching it, my hand on the handle, I turn back slowly, mouth agape.
“Oh my fuck, we forgot to lock it!” I say with wide eyes.
A hand meets her mouth, her own eyes widening, before a nervous laugh escapes her lips. “I can’t even deal right now. We are so dang lucky, you know that?”
“No kiddin’. I didn’t go through six weeks of counselin’ just to end up in court at the end of it anyhow.” I laugh. “Next time we’ll remember to lock it, huh?”
“Next time, I’ll remember not to tell you about my twisted fantasies.” She sticks out her tongue.
“No, no, dear. That’s not right. You gotta tell me every last one, so I can make each one a reality.”
As she finishes re-braiding her hair, a smile on her face, she says, “Bye, Bishop. I’ll text you soon.”
I blow her a kiss and open the door, striding out into the hall. As I make my way through the hospital to the parking garage, I walk with the boastful cockiness of a man who holds a dirty little secret.