I smiled up at him when I finished, but didn’t say a word.
“God, that was amazing.”
“Did that release feel relieving?”
“Yes, ma’am, it did.”
He hadn’t called me ma’am yet. Had he? It sounded sweet. Considering he was older than me by about eleven years, I’m not sure what prompted it. Politeness, I guessed.
I slipped out of bed and started putting on my clothes.
He crossed his legs at the ankles and put his hands behind his head in a rather triumphant display.
“Go to dinner with me tonight?” he asked.
“I don’t date patients. I commend you for your persistence, though.” After answering, I slipped on my heels.
He finally moved off the bed and started dressing. I got a good look at his ass, his muscular back, and his strong thighs. I was already wet between my legs, but I felt a lump of desire in my chest as I observed him.
“So, if I wasn’t your patient, you’d go out with me?”
Tricky. Tricky, Mr. Baxter.
“You’ll have to ask me when you aren’t my patient.”
He chuckled and continued to get dressed.
“I do have an assignment for you, Mr. Baxter.”
“Yes?”
“I want you to masturbate every morning until our next appointment. That’s seven days of masturbation in a row.”
“Isn’t that overkill?” he asked.
“Just do it. I have my reasons.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a nod and a wink.
I had a sense that he was persistent. He probably would ask me out at that point. The thought actually excited me. There was this sense I had about Mr. Dark Eyes. It was an attraction I hadn’t felt before. If I had, it had been so long I had forgotten.
As we left the room, he turned to the one-way window at the side of the room.
“That wasn’t recorded, was it?” he asked.
“No, Mr. Baxter, it wasn’t recorded.” I smiled at what I thought was his concern about being captured getting a blowjob on tape. He was the one that insisted on an NDA.
“That’s too bad,” he said with a smirk on his face.
Perhaps I was wrong.
When I let him out of the office, Trace, his driver, waited. I leaned my back against the closed door.
My assumption had been right. His wife didn’t arouse him. Chastity only partially aroused him. But, and it was a huge butt, I aroused him.
Mr. Dirk Baxter obviously had reached a point in his life where his arousal depended on other factors besides physical attraction. He obviously had feelings for me. Besides the physical arousal, he had asked me to dinner multiple times and didn’t seem phased when I told him no. He had this confidence about him that didn’t seem capable of being dissuaded. He was obviously interested and attracted to me.
As I was to him.
