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What am I, a middle school boy?
I’m giddy to see a woman. God, I feel ridiculous. All we did was kiss. It’s not like I’ve seen her naked.
I sure as hell would like to, though.
Fuck. Okay, time to focus on doing my job.
I walk into the clinic, nodding at Susan, who’s sitting behind the front desk, pulling up files. Scanning the back rooms, I don’t see Sara, so I head into my office to put my things away. I smell her perfume before I see her, the scent of oranges reminding me of summertime. She peeks around the corner of my doorway, a hesitant look on her face.
I stand from my chair and step around my desk, ready to embrace her, when I spot Michelle watching from behind Sara. “Did you need something?” I ask, sliding my hands into the pockets of my slacks to keep from grabbing her. I’m unsure of the right move to make, so vague feels the safest.
Apparently, that was wrong because Sara frowns. I look behind her again to find Michelle gone, so I grab her arm and pull her into my office, closing the door behind her.
“Is everything okay?” Sara frowns.
I run my hand through my hair. “No. I have no idea how to navigate this. Is this even athis? Am I making a bigger deal out of nothing?” I clamp my mouth shut in an attempt to stop the word vomit. I don’t know what’s happening to me.
Sara finds it hilarious, though, because she starts giggling.
“Stop, it’s not funny.” I point my finger at her.
“Yes, sir.” She bites her lip to keep from laughing while my body immediately reacts to her words.
My eyebrow raises, and I step into her space, forcing her to lean against my desk. My hands land next to her hips, bracing my weight against the edge. “Feeling particularly sassy today, are we?” Our faces are only a few inches from each other.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, her hazel eyes heating as she takes in my stance. My short-sleeved button-down shirt is stretched across my shoulders, and my tight slacks don’t give me much room as my cock swells. “If we were anywhere else, I would show you what your sass will get you.”
“Tell me instead.”
Fuck me. I was not prepared for this to happen this morning. I lean into Sara’s ear, pitching my voice low. “I’d bend you over this desk, push those scrub pants to your ankles, and slap your ass until it was pink with my handprint.” I pause, waiting to see how Sara takes my certain level of dominant preferences.
Her chest is heaving, and the blush blooming across her chest tells me she’s into it more than I could have ever hoped for. “Then I’d fuck you so hard you’d feel me for the rest of the day. To remind you of the consequences of your sassy behavior.”
I lean back from her, using every ounce of control I have not to act upon my words.
“Jesus,” she whispers. “I didn’t… I don’t… Fuck.” Sara’s eyes meet mine, and I laugh.
“I didn’t mean to get into that so quickly, but there you have it.” I know my proclivities aren’t for everyone. It actually takes a certain kind of woman to be willing to be dominated. To give up total control of your body is an incredible gift and requires a level of trust you have to build with each other. Rebecca was never really into the domination, which was fine. I never want someone to do something they aren’t comfortable doing.
“So, you’re a dominant?”
“Sexually, yes. Outside of the bedroom, not so much.”
“Okay.”
I frown at her. “That’s it?”
“Well, I don’t really know what all of that entails, but I figure it’s something we can talk about in more detail. I liked whatever happened a few minutes ago, so I’m not opposed.”
“Okay,” I say slowly, a little surprised at how this morning has gone.
“We should probably get back out there.” Sara straightens, stepping closer to me. “We should also keep this on the down-low at the clinic until we know for sure what we’re doing.”
“Probably a good idea.”
Sara grins, then walks out of my office like I didn’t just drop a sexual bomb into the already uncertain relationship we’ve started. I give myself a moment to calm down before I walk out to the front desk.
“Hey, Susan, can you make sure everyone is in the break room at lunch? I want to talk about some things.”
