by Pamela Prim
“Oh,” said Alicia. She didn’t know what else to say. He was studying her from across the room.
“You can go home for the night,” he told her, after a pause. “If you want.”
She didn’t want to.
“Or you can come here.” He patted his lap.
Alicia stared at him, scraping her bottom lip with her teeth. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.
“Would it help if I came to you?” he asked, his voice low and quiet. She nodded and he crossed the room, put one hand on either side of her, pressing her back against the counter. His face was close to hers, his grin just inches away from her mouth.
“Do you want me to kiss you, princess?”
He was so close she could feel his breath against her lips. She leaned forward and captured his bottom lip between hers, but he pulled back, smiling.
“Say please,” he commanded. She could only breathe the word, her voice barely a whisper. He tilted his head down to kiss her then, his mouth open and hot and wanting, his tongue slipping between her lips to tease her own. Her whole body responded, trembling against him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She was ravenous for him, starving. He took her by the hips and lifted her onto the counter, slipping his hands along her thighs and underneath her dress, stroking her skin.
Alicia reached down to fumble with his belt but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the counter.
“I don’t think you’ve earned that, yet.”
She whimpered against his mouth before he took a step back, rubbing one hand over his smile.
“If you’re a good girl for rest of the week, I’ll reconsider.”
***
Alicia showed up to the office before Xavier and began preparing the exam room without being asked. She heard his key in the lock and her body heated immediately. Flushed and aroused, she turned around to greet him.
“Good evening,” he said, taking her in, skimming over her plum-colored dress, her almost completely bare thighs, the curve of her breasts. She smiled, watching him look her over. If he could tease, so could she. She’d bought the dress specifically for that purpose.
He gave her a nod of approval, running his tongue across his top lip and shooting her a grin.
The patients came and went. Alicia stayed on top of things, handing Xavier what he needed before being asked, immediately resetting the room once a patient left. She worked quickly, hyperaware of the way he watched her. Occasionally he would give her praise that made her legs weak. His voice was always soft, calm and sensual. The night was busy—agonizingly slow. Alicia was hoping down to her core that he would touch her again, even for just a moment. She had been craving him all day, touching herself when she thought about his lips and his skin against hers. Her need was aggressive and all-consuming.
Finally, finally, he locked the door for the night. He sat down and patted his lap.
“Come,” he said. “You’ve been such a good little girl today.”
She eagerly crossed the room to sit on him, her back pressed against his chest. Xavier reached around her and ran the tips of two fingers over her throat, her collarbone, between her breasts and down past her belly to her hips. Alicia felt his breath on the back of her neck and winced with pleasure when he sunk his teeth into the skin there, biting her hard as he pulled her skirt up and around her hips. He walked two fingers up her thigh.
“Oh,” whispered Alicia when he brushed his fingers over her pussy through her soaked panties. He was tracing her neck and shoulders with his lips, biting into her earlobe when she turned her cheek against him.
“So wet,” he said softly into her ear. “You’ve been thinking about this all night.”
He chuckled when she nodded, tracing her pussy lips with two fingers, occasionally putting pressure over her clit for just a few seconds at a time. She tried to lift her hips against his hand every time he did so, tried to make him touch her more firmly, to relieve some of her desire. He simply wrapped his free arm around her waist to hold her still and teased her even more, rubbing her with more pressure and pulling away every time she began to squirm.
Finally, he slipped his hand into her panties, cupping her bare mound with his palm. He used one finger to tease the length of her slit, parting her pussy lips, pressing the finger inside of her and pulling it out to spread the moisture in circles around her clit. He began to pleasure her fully, pushing two fingers inside of her and rubbing her clit with his palm, occasionally pulling out to trace firm circles around it. She was breathing hard and ragged, moaning as he bit into her shoulder and planted open-mouth kisses all along her neck. She was so, so close to cumming, her hips bucking against his hand, when he slipped it out of her panties and pulled her skirt back down over her thighs.
She turned her body sideways and pleaded with him with her eyes, wide and desperate. He only grinned at her and traced her lips with his wet fingers.
“Suck,” he commanded. And she did, licking them clean, closing her eyes as she tasted herself. He kissed her then, ravaged her mouth with his tongue, hungrily sucking her lips and biting the bottom one until it bled.
She still had her eyes closed when he pulled away. He gently pushed her from his lap and stood up.
“Go home, Alicia,” he said, smiling, licking his lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
***
He invited her to his house the next night. She was filled with relief and excitement, praying that he’d touch her, that he’d finally fill her up.
She followed him home, pulling into the driveway of a large Victorian style house. She looked around in awe when she walked in, noting the décor, the expensive-looking furniture, the layout of the place. It looked like something from a movie.
“You have a beautiful house,” she said, and she meant it. He smiled at her, walking into the kitchen and pouring them each a glass of wine. He handed her one, brushing his fingertips over hers.
“Thank you.”
He gestured for her to sit down. They drank, talked about their patients, discussed which ones they liked best. Since she’d started, there’d been two more bullet wounds, one mysterious gouge mark to the abdomen, three simple flu patients and one other pregnant woman. Alicia always wondered what they’d done, why they had to come at night to see a doctor who would always keep his mouth shut. She wished she could ask, but knew it would be improper. It was technically none of her business, so she kept quiet.
After an hour and two glasses of wine, Alicia was feeling overwhelmed with a giddy desire. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, holding his gaze when he looked at her. He grinned and put his glass down, then took hers from her hand and did the same. He climbed on top of her, covered her body with his own, kissed her fervently while grinding his hips into her. She felt his hard cock pressed between her legs and moaned with desire, trying to reach between his thighs to cup her hand around it.
“No, no,” he chided. He kissed her once more and sat up.
“Get on your knees.”
She obeyed, kneeling down in front of him. She would have done anything, absolutely anything he wanted her to in that moment. Xavier unfastened his jeans and pulled them down, revealing a cock so thick and long that Alicia’s eyes went wide with surprise and wonder. He chuckled, pushing her hair back from her face.
“Look at me,” he told her. She met his eye while lowering her lips to his cock, licking the head of it, swirling her tongue around the rim. He stiffened even further between her lips as she began to suck, watching his face with wide eyes. She could only take half of him down her throat without gagging at first, but with each bob of her head pushed him deeper and deeper. She pressed her tongue firm against the line at the bottom of his cock, wiggling it back and forth, relishing the way his breath caught in his chest as she sucked. Alicia lifted her hand and wrapped it firm around the base, jacking him off while she focused on the tip, toying with it, making him squirm against the couch.
“Stand up,” he said. “Take off your clothes.”
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She stripped for him, lifting her dress over her head to reveal pert breasts and hardened nipples. She peeled off her panties and stepped out of them. Xavier looked her over, slowly drinking her in.
“Play with your nipples.”
Alicia pinched and tugged at them with her fingers, tracing circles around them, moaning and rubbing her thighs together. Her desire only became more feverish when he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it up and down while watching her breasts, her face, her thighs. He bid her get back down on her knees and she did, crouching on the floor in front of him.
“Alicia,” he said, “You’re going to call me ‘daddy’ from now on. Even in front of the patients.”
She nodded, lost in lust. She would call him anything he wanted.
“Now suck my cock and play with your pussy. Do not cum. Do you understand?”
“Yes, daddy,” she whispered, wrapping her lips around his cock again, bobbing her head up and down. She sucked him hard, suctioning her cheeks around him, rubbing her clit with two fingers. He put his hands on the back of her head and began to lift his hips into her mouth, pushing into her throat so that she gagged. She quickly got used to the sensation, playing with her pussy hard as he fucked her face. And then she came, dripping all over her hand, soaking her thighs and the carpet below her as she thrashed around, moaning around his cock.
That brought him over the edge. He told her to put her hands behind her back and then came in her mouth, spilling on her tongue in hot gushes. She swallowed his cum, looking into his eyes.
For a moment, all was quiet. He was looking at her, trying to catch his breath. When he calmed, he clicked his tongue at her.
“I was going to fuck you tonight.”
“I told you not to cum.”
It was what she wanted more than anything, to feel him inside of her, to clench her pussy around him while he pounded into her hips.
“Please,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “Not tonight, Alicia.”
***
He was withholding the next three days. They simply went about their business, seeing patients, cleaning and locking up at the end of the night. He would say “hello,” and “goodbye” and tell her what to do around the exam room, but otherwise kept to himself. The sole exception was the first time she called him “daddy” in front of a patient. The man was tall and lanky with what seemed to be disproportionately long arms and red hair. He was in for a broken arm. It was the first time a patient had told her what had happened—he’d been inside someone’s house, ransacking the place, when the owner came home and he’d been forced to jump from a second-story window.
“You’re lucky you didn’t break your neck,” Xavier said. “Alicia, get me one of those Ace bandages. Second shelf on the right.”
“Yes, daddy,” she said, and an amused smile flickered over his face. The patient laughed and raised his eyebrows.
“What you been doing to get her to say that, doc?” he asked. “You must be treating her right.”
Alicia blushed, avoiding the man’s eye while she handed Xavier the bandage. She got used to it, though, getting a little thrill every time she said it, every time a patient raised his or her eyebrows or made a comment or laughed.
At the end of day two, he did touch her. They were about to walk out when he turned to her, tilting her face to his, and brushed his mouth lightly over her own.
“If only you had obeyed me,” he said, nipping at her lip, his hands traveling along her waist, over her hips and to her thighs. He lifted her skirt slightly, squeezing the flesh there, before letting her go and backing away. They got into their cars without another word, Alicia kicking herself for having not listened to him.
***
Alicia showed up two days later in her shortest dress and most provocative dress. She wore absolutely nothing underneath; she was going to tease him the way he teased her, drive him into a frenzy so that he would have no choice but to touch her. She was tired of waiting. Her body had been strung tight and frustrated for days and though she relieved herself frequently, it did her no good. She needed his touch, not her own.
She felt him watching her as she prepared the exam room. Alicia made sure to bend over in front of him, revealing the bottom of her bare ass and a glimpse of her glistening, wet pussy.
He chuckled behind her and she turned. There was amusement on his face, his eyes dancing, his eyebrows lifted above a playful smile.
“Filthy girl,” he said, then made a twirling motion with his finger. “Go on.”
She continued her cleaning while he watched. The doorbell rang and she glanced back at him. He was frozen in the doorway, his eyes hot and hungry.
“You gonna get that?” she asked, satisfied. He shook his head clear and grinned at her.
“You’re going to regret this,” he warned, then turned to get the door.
The evening passed slowly. Alicia would catch Xavier watching her, his eyes narrowed, lips parted as if he were about to speak but couldn’t think of what to say. Between patients, he was quiet, rearranging the exam room, sipping coffee or reading the newspaper. It wasn’t a busy night; they only had four patients. It was driving Alicia crazy to wait for him to lock up, to wait to find out what he would do, if he would touch her.
He twisted shut the blinds, silent, and then turned to her. He ran a hand through his hair and grinned wickedly at her.
“Did you enjoy playing the tease tonight?”
She nodded, smiling. He prowled toward and around her, his fingers slowly unzipping her dress, his lips close to her ear.
“It’s cute how you pretend you’re in control.”
She shivered when he pressed a kiss at the nape of her neck and tugged her dress down over her hips, leaving her completely bare. He kissed her again on the shoulder, running his hands over her thighs, her hips, her waist, bringing them to her breasts to tease her hardened nipples with the tips of his fingers. Alicia moaned and he brought a hand up, twining it into her hair, and tugged her head back so that her throat was exposed. He tilted his head down and licked it from bottom to top, his warm breath tickling her skin.
“You lost that control the minute you met me, Alicia,” he laughed, bringing his lips to hers, kissing her with deliberate slowness and heat. Her neck was aching, her scalp sore, and still she was lost in his mouth when his tongue caressed hers. Xavier yanked her back even further, supporting her waist with his free arm as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking hard on one nipple, tugging on it with his teeth. His bite made her whimper with pain, made her legs so weak that she would have fallen backwards had he not been holding onto her. He switched to the other breast, mimicking his pattern, biting her until her nipples were swollen and red at the tips. There was to be nothing gentle about this night. He was going to ravage her. The thought made her tremble with anticipation and lust.
He released his grip on her hair and allowed her to stand upright, then turned her body to his and kissed her fervently while unfastening his belt.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he told her, breathing against her lips. “Would you like that?”
She nodded, kissing him, unbuttoning his shirt with quick, nimble fingers. When he was naked, she dropped to her knees, wanting so badly to pleasure him, to take him into her mouth. His thick cock stood at attention in front of her face, and she moaned when she wrapped her lips around it and pushed him down her throat. Her eyes watered and she tried not to gag as she brought him in and out, playing with his cock with her tongue, using one hand to massage his balls. He ordered her to put her hands behind her back and she did, clasping them together, using only her mouth to sate him. He put his hands on the back of her head and guided her back and forth, face-fucking her, using her mouth to satisfy himself. Alicia wanted so badly to rub her pussy but she dared not do it without his permission. She couldn’t risk him stopping or leaving, not before he stretched and filled her pussy with his cock.
Xavier sped up, thrus
t in twice more until he began to cum on the back of her tongue, his body frozen as he gushed in her mouth. When he pulled out, she swallowed his seed and licked her lips, looking up at him, awaiting his instruction.
“Get up,” he said, his voice raspy and deep. “Go sit on the exam table.”
She did as he said, lifting her body onto the table. He dragged a chair in front of her and sat down.
“Now show me how you like to be touched.”
Alicia spread her legs, blushing. She’d never masturbated in front of a man before. She felt vulnerable and shy. Xavier was watching her face, smiling.
“Be a good girl,” he coaxed. “Rub your pretty pussy for me.”
She tentatively touched her fingers between her legs, rubbing the tips over her clit in a circle, parting them to straddle the sides of it as she rubbed up and down. The more she touched, the more comfortable she became, until she wasn’t thinking about it at all. She was tracing down her slit with one finger, parting the lips for him, burying two fingers in her pussy and curving them upward to hit the most sensitive spot deep inside of her.