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My nipples peak. Physically hurt. I want him so bad.
“Hi lover,” I say in a sultry voice. I hold my breath anticipating his next move.
His smile fades as he watches me. The seconds tick by and I force myself not to move. Finally, he stalks toward me, a lion tracking prey, each step measured, slow. Stopping about a foot from me, he lowers his head like a bull about to charge and moves his eyes over me starting at my shoes and slowly, oh so slowly, making his way up until he meets my eyes. His are dark, dangerous, and sexy with thick eyelashes under a thicker brow.
“HelloDoctorWhittaker,” he growls, emphasizing doctor.
My breath leaks out of me as I shiver at the deep timbre of his voice. “Hello, handsome.”
I expect him to attack me, but he surprises me by sliding a slow hand under the hem of my lab coat, inching it up my thigh. His eyes are boring into mine as he reaches the hem line of my panties. He twists it, running a finger between it and the crease in my thigh. That’s it, one single touch and I’m undone.
I make a move toward him, but he stops me with a sharp shake of his head. “Unbutton the coat.” His voice is deep, commanding, all business. “Slowly.”
My fingers are literally shaking as I start at the top of the coat and fumble with the button, then the next and the next. I swallow, try to think of something to say, but only manage shallow puffs of air.
His eyes flick to my body, following the line of buttons as I reveal myself to him. His hands are no longer idle. He slides the one fingering my panties to the waist of it, then snakes inside, pressing on my pelvis as he drags a finger down my slit. My legs are still crossed, making him force his access to my pussy, making his stroking painful.
He sees my grimace, hears my gasp, but doesn’t stop. Instead, he finds my clit and presses on it, still watching my face, studying it, waiting for something.
I start to close my eyes as my bliss builds but flash them wide as he whips his hand out of my panties, then in one fluid movement, yanks my top leg off my bottom, grasps my thighs and jerks them apart. It’s so fast, I start to topple, but he catches me with finely honed reflexes, yanking me upright by the collar of my lab coat.
I exhale a deep breath as he presses on the small of my back to hold me steady while the fingers on his other hand find their way back to my vagina, not slow this time, not gentle. His strokes are meant to hurt, the pinch on my clit meant to brutalize. He plays my body like a fiddle, watching my face as he lets go.
The rush of blood makes me moan and arch my back. He grins dangerously, waits a few seconds than snaps his fingers against the sensitive button. Again and again.
The pain of each flick makes me jerk and I grip his shoulders for support. I look down so I can watch him strum me, but he grips my chin and raises my face to his. “Eyes on me baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, trying to keep my gaze locked with his. It takes effort not to tilt my face to the ceiling, squeeze my eyes shut, and let the pleasure flow over me.
His hot breath brushes me as he leans closer and runs a tongue up my cheek. At the same time, he shoves two fingers in me. “Wet,” he murmurs as I jolt at the unexpected attack. He pumps in and out. His thumb stays steady though, flicking at my clit.
Too steady, too slow. It’s torture. “Faster,” I breathe.
“Patience, baby,” he rumbles. He releases his hold on my back, and I hear him fumble with the button on his jeans, the rasp of the zipper.
His hard as steel cock presses against the inside of my thigh and I close my eyes and groan. I fumble to take my glasses off, but a sharp slap on the side of my ass brings my attention back to his face. “Keep those fucking glasses on, sweetheart. Don’t you fucking change a thing.”
Not once has he increased the rhythm of his fingers inside me, his thumb on my clit. “Please, Trigger,” I whisper. “I need more.”
He grins. “I think I’ll make you wait. You wanna play dress-up, then I’m gonna give you what you asked for.”
He abandons my pussy and grabs my waist, twisting me into the air and over his shoulder. A groan falls out of my mouth as my belly bounces on his shoulder and my thigh burns under his bruising grip.
He strides down the hall and into my examining room, where he sets me on my feet, grasps my chin, and mashes his lips on mine. I open my mouth to take him, but he jerks his head back, his eyes impaling me.
I gasp for breath as he twists me around and slams me belly down on the cushioned table. I jerk at the pain.
One of his massive hands presses on the small of my back, the other wraps around the bun in my hair. “Face to the side,” he demands. “I wanna see you when I fuck you.”
I moan at the hotness in his tone and press my ass against his cock.
“Want it, do you?” he says, his hot breath in my ear as he presses me into the cushion with his weight. “You’re a fucking tease,Doctor. Inviting me over, looking all prim and proper. What’d you expect?”
“Please,” I whimper, playing my part. “I just wanted—”
Cool air rushes over my back, as he straightens up, then yanks my lab coat up over my ass. A sharp slap makes me jerk.
“Trigger!” I shriek.
