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The Doctor is In

It was awkward in the office. I was walking on eggshells, as I couldn't recall my night the entire weekend. The bits and pieces were slow to clear up in my mind. The latter part of the evening was so blurry. I needed to stop drinking at events like these.

I distributed a couple of the last invoices that needed signatures on Greyson's desk. He was too busy on the phone to notice me. He hadn't texted all weekend, which wasn't like him. Maybe he had seen me leave with Jake? No. No. I can't think of Jake right now. Not when I have a desperate duck invading my home and taking Derek.

"Caroline," Greyson's voice broke my thoughts, "I need you tonight,"

"Need me?" I said, "Or—your diamond?"

He snickered as he closed the space between us, "Aren't you both?" The air felt thick between us. He was---angry?

"I have a client for you," He grabbed his coat, "I am sure you won't have any problem treating him right, give him your special,"

I swallowed that anger that was boiling inside me at a fiery speed. Greyson was back to being an asshole. He loved to spark the passion in me and leave me sizzling. I've had nearly enough of his games. If passion was what he wanted then I would be his inferno.

I positioned myself on his way to the door, locking his eyes on mine. His eyes lit up in amusement. He leaned back on his desk. His large hands pulled at my waist. My chest was so close to his face, as he studied my eyes. Waiting for my reaction to him fondling my ass. Neither of us breaking. My eyes traced his lips. He plastered a smile on his face, as my hand slid from his chest to his growing bulge.

His gaze fixated on me. Tracing my lips down to my breasts, then back to me. My face inched closer to his. Our bodies screaming lust.

Greyson's phone rang. Breaking us both from our enticing notions.

"I will text you the details for this evening's client," his hand fell from my ass. I felt a pit of disappointment in my chest. "It won't be late, so you don't have a problem getting home. The client wants you at 5 pm,"

"5 pm?" I questioned, "Do you want me to leave early today?"

"Correct. Don't worry I am sure your boss won't mind you taking off a bit early," he winked, "Perform well and maybe I will let you get off more often,"

I turned to leave. I didn't need to see him to know he was smiling at the innuendo.

The cab dropped me off at the therapist's office. I was there a little early to the appointment. I wanted to get a feel of the place since the last time I had a client it had been at a shady motel in the middle of the night. I wasn't going to have a repeat of that.

The receptionist looked like the grumpy hags that worked for Mr. Clark. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked, "We don't accept walk-ins".

I faked a smile, "Yes, for 5 pm. Should be under the name Caroline."

"Ma'am, I'm going to need more information than that," she rolled her eyes, "What's your last name? and date of birth?"

"Can you tell Dr. Wells his 5 pm is here? I don't think this is necessary," I said. She rolled her eyes at me again as she typed. I wasn't about to provide my details to a client. Sure enough, the doctor came to greet me. He gestured for me to follow him to his office. To my surprise, he wasn't an old slimy-looking doctor. He was honestly, handsome. His dark hair complimented his sharp features. He had an athletic build and strong hands. We walked the long narrow hallway. I hadn't been in therapy since I was a kid. My mother had placed me in therapy for different things, mostly for my promiscuous nature.

He welcomed me into his office. It was small yet neat. The windows were big and gave him a nice view of the city. I sat on one of the couches facing him. Hoping that he hadn't booked me for a real therapy session, or that this was a ridiculous joke on Greyson's behalf.

"Tell me about your work," he spoke softly. He sat in the old leather chair close to me.

"My workplace?" I scoffed, "You want to sit here and talk about my job?"

He placed his hand on my right thigh, "Yes," he paused, "tell me how you fucked your boss for the first time," he tried to hide the smile behind that statement. I get it now. Why I am here. He couldn't possibly know anything about me. He didn't know that I had fucked my boss in the past. This was his fantasy.

My eyes widened, "Dr.—" I stammered, "I don't know if I can talk about it,"

He moved closer to me his hand rising on my upper thigh. Edging closer to the between of my legs. "You can trust me," he whispered, as he got closer, "tell me how you got him to sleep with you,"

I felt a pit of disgust in me. To think other people, sit on the same couch to talk out their problems with him. How many diamonds has he fucked on the same couch he talks to his patients. "Can you get me a cup of water? Talking about him makes me thirsty," I winked.

His smile was now plastered on his face. He stepped out to fetch me a cup. I reached for the recorder in my purse. First the weird principal, then the pervy hotel clerk, and now this man. Was Greyson purposefully giving me the bottom of the barrel?

The doctor came back with a glass full as he came closer, he dropped the glass. The water soaked my white blouse which was now entirely see-through. He couldn't help himself. Before I noticed he was on top of me. He began to unbutton my shirt, revealing my white lace bra. His rugged hands pulled at my breasts; I winced as he pinched my nipples. He pulled at them wanting me to stand up with him. I was about to push him away when his body language changed. He no longer was caring or cautious. He wanted to dominate me.

"You don't talk unless I let you talk," he pinched my nipple even harder. I winced and looked up at him. Nodding in agreement.

He undid my bra with swift fingers and let it fall to the floor. My nipples brushed up against his shirt, hardening in the cold room. Dr. Wells pushed me onto the couch, and he began to mutter under his breath, as he pulled my hair backward, I faced the ceiling. My breasts dangled as he bent me over the couch. His free hand reached my breasts from behind. Teasing and tugging them. I could feel his crotch pressing against my rear as he reached to pinch my sore nipples. I winced and he twisted his hand in my hair pulling me upright.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out silver nipple clasps. I whined, "They are sore from all the tugging,".

He yanked my head back, causing my breasts to bounce. "What did I say about talking?" he asked sternly, "Did I ask you for your fucking opinion?"

I laughed, "You did ask me to tell you about my job," He kissed my neck as his hand moved from my breast to unbutton my skirt.

His hot breath on my earlobe was messing with my head. "Yeah---call it an icebreaker. I'm not even a doctor,"

"You—You're not the doctor?" he stopped, rather than finishing pulling at my skirt he ripped it apart.

"Fuck no, this is my father's place," he placed pressure on my clit. I arched my ass on his bulging cock. I could hear him unbuckling his pants. He let go of me. He stood beside the couch fully naked. He was hung, and my eyes widened seeing his large cock. He dug my face into the couch with my ass in the air as he positioned himself behind me. Slapping his large member against my bare wet pussy. I could feel the tip teasing my lips. I wanted to push my ass back, impale myself on him. He slapped my ass for being impatient. His tip kept teasing sliding in and out. I was dropping juices on the couch wanting more. He wouldn't thrust more than an inch in. His fingers twirled my clit as he teased the tip in. I had never wanted to be fucked as bad as this. My hands were in a fist. It was maddening to feel nothing more than an inch. I was moaning and practically begging for him. I could hear him laughing at me.

"Babe your cunt is practically drooling on my dick! What a fucking mess you are making," he laughed, slapping my pussy with his hand and tugging at my clit. He slapped my ass so hard that I winced in both pain and pleasure. His tip was still in me, as he slapped my ass making my cheeks shake.

"Please," I begged, "please put it in me,"