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“I suppose I should thank you for the drink.”
“Excuse me?” What drink?
Mr. Winters tilts his head to the side, and once again, I’m cut out of whatever he’s thinking. His hazel eyes blaze at me. It’s the alcohol, I’m sure. He didn’t see me at his party, but I saw him drink a lot of Hennessy. It hurt me to see him sit there alone, but I didn’t want to disturb him either. There are some people in this world that you just don’t walk up to.
Jordan is one of them.
My lower lip trembles, and before I can make a bigger fool of myself in front of my patient, I open my mouth to speak like a proper lady.Hilarious.“It’s getting cold. My friends are probably wondering where I’m at. I should go back inside if that’s all.”
“You got a car?” I nod. “Do you see the bouncer over there?”
A shiver runs down my back. I twist to the side, and there he is. The bouncer is still studying the scene like it’s his business what we’re up to.
“Hand me your phone,” Mr. Winters demands, and I don’t think twice. I give him my phone. I flinch when our fingers connect. “Get on your knees.”
I gasp. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Goosebumps haunt my skin.
I wouldn’t be on Katantia if I didn’t have a slight inclination toward their way of life. I take a deep breath, and I touch the ground with my knees. From down here, Katantia seems even more daunting. We came to Gold Necklace to have a fun time, away from the crazy Katantians. Yet here I am. Mr. Winters and I find ourselves in a compromising position in public. Anyone could walk by and watch whatever he’s planned with me.
“Did I do something? I apologize—”
“You picked the wrong night to mess with me,” Mr. Winters explains, and I feel like I’m about to take my last breath. Why are my panties drenched? “You ended our professional relationship.”
“Yes, but—”
“But you ended it,” he states.
I find myself staring at his shoes. They’re shiny and black. I haven’t seen such proper shoes in a while. He looks like a businessman in this outfit like he owns the country. Which he technically does. The Queen of Katantia loves her father-in-law very much, and she’d do him any favor.
“I ended it because I can’t stand being a failure. Seeing you reminds me of my failure to help you. Out of all my patients, you have made the least progress. I… I can’t handle it,” I blurt out. My entire body trembles, but I finally feel free, having confessed my issue. I lose my balance, and I almost crash into his legs.
“You can’tfixme.” He adds, “I’m not one of your projects.”
“I want tofixyou.” So, fucking badly, it hurts. “I have to. You deserve closure. Peace. Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” he asks, and his tone drops further.
“Don’t twist my words. Why am I on my knees?”
“I want to fuck your lying mouth. That’s why you’re on your knees in your skimpy skirt and your blushing cheeks.” Myblushing cheeksturn feverish. “I’m debating whether I should be bad or worse. Have you ever sucked dick in public?”
My eyes widen at his absurd question. “No, I haven’t.”
“Part those pretty lips for me. Let’s give the thirsty bouncer a show.” I haven’t drunk tonight because I’m the designated driver of my bunch. My friends and I live in neighboring apartments near the Queen I hospital. I’m sober and clean. The proper side of me urges me to get up and leave. I drown it out, but I still feel drunk.
“Why?” I ask.
“In fifty meetings, you haven’t made any progress with me. In less than ten minutes, I have you on your knees in the cold and cruel night. I’ve won the lottery tonight, and you happen to be my prize.” His hand reaches my face. He moves the hair out of my face, and then he grips my jaw, tilting it so that I can’t escape his eyes. “It’s my birthday, isn’t it? I’m supposed to fuck a schoolgirl. That’s what my party was all about. Are you really going to make me look for another schoolgirl?”
I want to shake my head, but his grip on me doesn’t let me.
“May I?” Attentively, I lick my lips. No biggie. It’s not like I’ve been dreaming about this for years or anything. This is just a regular blowjob. I haven’t done this in I don’t know how long. I practically feel like a virgin. There’s no porn on Katantia. It’s been banned forever, and I don’t plan on becoming a VPN expert for porn access. I refuse to go to Hole Stores, Crack & Nut, Pussy Buffet, or COCKed&screwed. The latter is to women what Hole Stores are to men. That’s Queen Kamila’s handiwork.
What I mean to say isI’m fucked. Spontaneity isn’t my thing, and the smirk on Mr. Winters’ face tells me that he’s enjoying this. He’s put me on the spot, and I’m about to do the dance for him.
I get comfortable on my knees, glancing at the eager bouncer one last time. I take a deep breath, and I attempt to free him from his pants. Under different circumstances, I’d comment on the smooth fabric of his pants. I could stroke this fabric for ages. However, I’m here to stroke his cock and not the material.
