“Do you like it rough?”
He asked in a husky voice, and I am reminded of our night.
“Not usually, but with you it was… I mean… No!”
He must be distracted because he pulls too hard.
It stings, and I yelp, “Ahhh, fuckk!”
“Think of something nice.”
I do, and I think of him behind me in another way. This time, he is yanking my hair and is pulling me back on his cock. I am quickly distracted, and it calms me.
I am now imagining him deep inside me and him biting my neck. I’m now on my back and my legs are forced way back and high. My ankles are near our heads, he’s in so deep.
“What are you imagining?” he mumbles, focused.
I look back as he works near my butt, wishing we could do it daily. “Nothing.”
“You have to tell your doctor everything. It’s the rules.”
“Even impure thoughts?” I ask, playing along.
“Especially those,” he says, continuing.
I see him smile in the reflection of a silver-domed dish. He looks perfect in his immaculate navy suit.
“Will it make them go away?”
I see him chuckle as he works between my legs. It is where he should be and eating me like a peach. “They will never go away. You just have to get used to controlling them.”
“And the urge?” I ask.
“And the urge,” he says, placing another stitch aside.
“And how do you control the urge?”
He suddenly pauses and sighs. “I don’t. It just builds up.”
“Until?”
“Until it gets unhealthy.”
“Then what?” I ask as he pulls another stitch out.
Harry stands and puts the utensils down. He then looks down at me, now standing over me, my butt and semi-spread legs fully exposed.
I want him so bad, and I roll onto my back. “I feel hot, can you check my temperature?”
He growls, and then he puts a hand on my forehead. It is large, comforting, and cooling. He then checks the glands around my neck as he stands in front of me. If he was to look down at my panties closely, he could likely tell I am wet. Or smell me.
I am almost at his cock height, and my hand is near it. I fight the urge to not touch him or try and fist him.
We exchange a loaded and serious look, and I give him puppy dog eyes. “Well, Doc? Give it to me straight.”
Harry crosses his arms and looks serious. I also think he is getting hard.
“Well, after years of medical practice…”
