At the look in her eyes, I suddenly imagine myself laying her down on the floor, clawing her skirt up her body, and slamming inside of her like an animal. Erasing everything I literallyjustsaid to Johnathan about propriety around women.
I bite back a groan as my fingers tighten so hard on my chair the leather creaks, protesting under my harsh grip. Precomesteadily drips from the tip of my cock, slicking down my length as I struggle to maintain control.
I'm not broken,I realize, staring into her beautiful eyes.
So soulful.
The realization sends a lightning-hot shiver up my spine. Because this has been a serious, almost crippling fear of mine. That something's obviously wrong with me because of how my body and mind react around women and sex.
"We need to reschedule, please." Do I imagine my voice is soft?
Or is this my broken brain now playing tricks on me, making my shame worse?
My body temperature heats up as I'm suddenly assaulted once more by this woman's scent. She smells like a marshmallow, vanilla dessert. Like the exact one I crave every night before bed. How is this happening? And withher?
Sarah's lips part in clear shock before she tenses and snaps them shut. “I’msorry, but this is incredibly important, and I’ve been asking, no,requestingyour time for a meeting!” she exclaims, her plump, dark-pink lips now pulling tight against her beautiful face.
I tilt my head curiously because her voice does not match her words. She's obviously mad, but she doesn't sound like it. Though everything she said screams obvious irritation, her tone is soft enough for me to lay down and wrap myself up in it.
And in that knowledge, I note I still feel safe.
My eyes lower to her lips, observing a natural dark-pink ring around the edge of them. Stunning.
Thinking truly unholy thoughts about this woman, I wince as my cock jerks hard, causing me to inhale sharply. It takes everything in me to sound normal as I address her with my next words in a soft tone that's really taking me by surprise, “No, I can’t do today…I deeply apologize, but I’m afraid I overlooked and overbooked myself," I lie smoothly, keeping the chair infront of me to hide my erection. The true reason I'm pushing the meeting. "Let’s plan for next Tuesday at this time?”
I swallow thickly, my Adam's apple bobbing as I see her features change into one of anger.
"Of freakingcourseyou can't," she hisses quietly to herself. "After I wasted my time coming all the way out here!" She pulls out her phone and taps a few buttons before looking at me sharply, and all I see is hurt in her eyes. "Do you know how hard it was for me to come here today?" I hate what I've just done to her. Her voice is now tinged with hurt and quivering like she's trying to hold back from crying. I tighten my lips and shake my head once. It's all I can give her."You know what? Forget it!It doesn't even matter because you couldn't care less anyway." Her voice rises slightly with how upset she is, but again, I still feel safe.
"I care,"I stress, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down my back.
I care so much that I won't be offloading any of her clients now. Not a single one. I need to be able to see her. To talk to her again. Though it's not the norm for psychiatrists to dally in meetings with therapists, my mind races to try and think of ways to get her into my office. Or get to hers.
Sarah has an angry, disbelieving look on her face, and she scoffs, looking to the side as if she can’t believe I'm saying this to her. My eyes widen as I take in her beautiful side profile and cute nose.
Yeah, she's gotta go. I need privacy.
"I apologize," I repeat, softening my voice even more. And at my tone, her eyes relax a little. I don't even have to second guess if it does; this time I know without a shadow of a doubt Sarah softened towards me. "Whatever you think of me, Idocare. This is not how I intended our first encounter to go."
Truthfully, I can’t believe I'm pushing this meeting either.
Needless to say, I've never been this unprofessional before, but I can’t hold the type of meeting she wants if I can’t get a handle on my reaction to her. I’ll be better prepared next week. I'll just have to have long self-pleasuring sessions to survive our next meeting, apparently. Because this shit I'm going through right now, right here, isridiculous.I've never in my life been taken over like this by a woman.
It's diabolical.
"Yeah.Okay."She twists her lips, keeping her face averted.
Sarah shoves her things back into her bag, sucking air through her teeth before clicking her tongue and pushing up to her feet a little unsteadily without looking at me. She's got a pinched look on her face as she shakes her head without even a goodbye as she storms out my office.
I feel like shit doing this to her. But I keep quiet, forcing myself to follow behind her way more calmly than I feel to the hall outside and watch her advance through the lobby.
I groan when she pushes angrily through the office doors, then go back into my office and slam my door hard, making my degrees and awards rattle on the wall. “Motherfucker,” I growl, my fists balling as I catch her sweet scent lingering in my office.
Sitting down in my chair, I undo my button-up shirt and unzip my pants, pulling out my erection. Eyeing it warily, I see it's swollen and angry looking, slightly wet at the tip with my excitement. It springs free from my boxers and smacks me heavily in the abdomen. I wince as the cool air from my office slicks over my damp skin, and I take it firmly in my left hand with a hiss.
My shaft is so sensitive that this shouldn't take too long.
I take a few tissues and begin to work my fist up and down my erection roughly, gasping as my pre-come slicks the way for me. I tighten my fist as hard as I can, letting out a shout on a rough tug and downward pump, imagining Sarah's tight pussyslamming down on my dick, and the scream that'll no doubt rip from her throat at the shock of how thick I am spreading her out.
