Chapter 2 – Camilla
“I think we should actually do some talking this week, Zane.”
He shook his head and the grin on his face made me wet almost instantly. I’d seen that look many times, and it was a hard one to ignore. My body was already preparing for what it thought was coming next. What I wanted to come next.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
I watched Zane shut the door and press against it as he leaned back. He was in no rush, and I knew it was a mistake that I’d given him the last slot of the day. There was going to be nothing to push it along, and I was already ready to give in to whatever he wanted. I needed him, all of a sudden, and before I could say another word, Zane was leaning down to capture my lips in his. The kiss was like everything with him, overwhelming and passionate. Something had gotten into him, and I was clinging to him as he pulled me from my seat. It was going to be one of those sessions. All good intentions I’d had were out the window.
“Zane, I don’t think we should…”
He was hearing none of it and told me to shush. It wasn’t the usual light tone that he took, but far more demanding. Even that seemed to tickle my fancy. Sometimes I had to wonder what part of me he played into, but there it was. I wanted him more as he barked orders at me. I never had understood that pull that Zane had over me.
“You know that you want this, Camilla. If your little pussy isn’t wet, I’ll leave right now.”
I groaned at his words and the fact that I already knew what he was going to find. The crude words didn’t leave anything to the imagination. His hand pushing up my skirt as he moved up my leg was not a surprise at all. I knew that Zane was going to check, and I knew what was going to happen next. He wasn’t going to have to go anywhere. Just the thought of him about to be inside of me was enough that I just started unbuttoning my shirt. The way things were going, I wasn’t going to be wearing it very long anyway.
Instead of just touching and confirming his suspicions, Zane pressed two fingers straight into my slippery hole. I wasn’t ready and I reflexively clenched him tight. That it only made it worse. He knew that I always wanted more than I could handle. I liked it fast and deep. His fingers felt so good that I was instantly writhing against him, trying to find something to hold onto.
“I don’t want you bending over, Camilla. I want to see your face as I make you come each time.”
Our eyes met. His rakish good looks were gone. He looked like a beast, and just now I liked that, really liked it. I had so many things to say to him – I was going to break up with him – and now I was whimpering his name to go faster. His fingers were as magical as the rest of him, and I moved against them more quickly. I could feel that my orgasm was closer than he thought. It never took long when Zane got a hold of me. He was able to please me in so many ways.
“Tell me that you love me, Camilla.”
My eyes had closed as my insides clenched the digits moving inside of me. I didn’t even really hear him until his fingers stopped and he repeated himself. “Tell me you love me, Camilla.”
I whined from the lack of penetration. He liked to get me right there and stop. Now was not one of the times that I was really digging it. “Please, Zane.”
“Tell me you love me, Camilla. That’s all I need to hear, and I’ll throw you over this desk like you want me to.”
That was exactly what I wanted, and to hear him say it made me want it even more. I didn’t want his fingers, but his long, thick length inside of me. Everything else was just background noise. I needed him, and I was willing to say whatever he wanted me to say. “I love you.”
His hand moved to rub my ass, and I moved my legs open a little more to show him the way.
“Say my name, Camilla.”
“Dammit, Zane!”
He chuckled and told me that was not what he meant and I knew it. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he got me so frustrated. Couldn’t he see that he was driving me crazy?
He was pushing me towards the desk. I bent down and wiggled my ass from side to side. It was what I wanted most and watching him pull his pants down was almost enough. It was the anticipation, because I knew what was coming next. He was going to give me all that I could handle and more.
“Say it, Camilla!”
“I love you, Zane!”
He surged forward before I even knew that he was ready. I cried out, unable to stop myself when he pushed in so deep. I wasn’t prepared for him, and even though it wasn’t the first time that I’d been with him, my insides stretched like it was. I was careening on the edge one moment and sinking down the next. I gripped the side of the desk to anchor myself to the furniture as Zane started to really pound into me. One time was never enough for him.
“You better be quiet, Doc. We don’t want everyone to know how unprofessional you are.”
I would have answered if I could have, but the pleasure was too great. I was coming harder and harder, over and over again. It didn’t stop because he wouldn’t stop, and I finally had to beg for mercy. I couldn’t take anymore. My stomach was in knots from tightening up so much.
“I’m never going to let you go, Camilla. Do you hear me? You’re mine.”
The words were something that I’d heard before, but the way he said them with such conviction was hard to hear. There was more going on, and only when he pressed deep and filled me did I really think about it all. Everything that I’d planned to say, what I should have said, was running through my mind. Was it too late? Was I just too deep?
He pulled away and I straightened up. It was hard to look at him as our juices ran down my inner thighs. It was hard to be his doctor when my body had just exploded for him on command. I was his, my body anyways, even if my mind wanted to refuse the facts.
“I want to talk, Zane.”
He didn’t like the sentiment, and he moved towards me like he was ready for round two. When I looked down, I realized that he was.
“No, Zane. I’m being serious. I can’t do this anymore.”
“I hardly touched you. You can’t be that sore already. I’ll be a little easier on you, if I must.”
“No, this, Zane. I can’t do this anymore with you. Not ever again.”