But I can’t think like that.I can’t let my mind race with hopes and dreams.It’s a rut clinic and not a matchmaking center.Once I’ve fucked her out of my system, that’s it.No calls.No dinners.No quiet giggles as I bring her to orgasm in the most inopportune places.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
That’s all this is supposed to be.
Shaking my head, I clear my thoughts as I spank her again.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
Her soft cries haunt my very soul, seep into my psyche and refuse to let go.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
If I keep saying it, maybe it’ll drown out the truth.
Every bit of movement causes her side to rub against my cock, forcing more precum to well from the tip and smear against me and the fabric.Can she feel it?Can she feel the sticky mess she’s making?Better yet, can she smell it?Can she smell the arousal dripping from my body just as much as it is from hers?
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
Fuck.It doesn’t matter that it runs through my head like a refrain.I haven’t even sent her into a frenzy yet, and I just want to devour her, give her my claiming mark, and chain her to my side.Abject need, so close to pain I can almost feel it as a sensation, coils around my heart and squeezes until I can barely think, barely breathe.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
That’s what this should be… Why the fuck does she feel like a goddamn need instead of a want I can easily satisfy and move on from?
Reaching down, I smack her other ass cheek, groaning at the feel of the firm, round muscle under my hand.Tight enough to make a nice sound as I strike her, but soft enough, it jiggles with the force I put behind it.Entranced, I smack the other again, just to watch how it moves.
Too many clothes.Too many barriers between us.I need to feel her skin, to see it redden under my ferocious touch.
Easing her off of my lap, I keep ahold of her arm, lest she try to run away from me.“You are entirely too clothed for the remainder of this lesson.Strip for me, and quickly, or you will leave with no pleasure.”
Glancing at the clock, my heart plummets as I note how much time has passed.Not nearly enough is left to ravish her as I wish.Next time, I’ll have to book an extended session.These few hours are not nearly enough for what I have in mind.
Noelle’s fingers tremble as she runs them down the basic top that just barely hugs her curves.I know I could have specified what I wanted her dressed in, but honestly, I didn’t care.Now that I want her naked, however, I wonder at her choice of wardrobe.
“Did they say why they wanted you dressed in that?”
Again, that adorable blush brightens her face.“They didn’t.This is what I showed up in.I thought they were going to dress me something fancy, but they didn’t.Apparently you have to request that feature.”
