Doctor Kim

Chapter 14

Minji's expression was determined, but as she peered down at me, her face softened. She reached out with her other hand, grazing her fingertips over the line of my jaw. Her thumb brushed over my kiss-swollen lips.

"Is this your fantasy, or mine?" she asked quietly.

I edged forward, setting my lips against her firm column of flesh. "It's ours," I whispered.

She groaned her satisfaction and grew louder as I took her in my mouth once more. Up and down I pumped on her, sliding her wet dick between my lips. I had to clamp a hand around the base of her to steady myself once her hips began to move and thrust toward me.

It was hard to breathe hunched over her, especially since I'd been out of breath before we'd even started, but I focused on my goal. If I could give her one-tenth of the pleasure she'd given me, it'd be worth it.

The connection between us had been tender, but as I spun my tongue over her, things began to shift. Her short, shallow breaths were urgent, and tension coiled in her leg beneath my hand. Everything started to feel . . . needier. And darker.

And raw.

Had she reached a breaking point? Minji yanked me off her and hauled us both up to our feet. I was dizzy with the abrupt movement, and as I tried to get my bearings, I fell forward, bracing my hands on the bed. Wait, I hadn't fallen. She'd pushed me.

Minji's voice was deep and sexual. "I shouldn't have let you do that. You're such a bad girl."

Heat licked at my center, responding to her accusation. She was absolutely right. I was bad, and right now? I wanted to be very, very bad. When I tried to push off the bed, she set her hand in the center of my back and shoved, sending me face-down against the mattress.

"Say it," she commanded.

Every muscle in my body tightened with excitement, and I squeezed the words out. "I'm a bad girl."

"Yeah, you are." The back of my dress began to lift. Up the fabric dragged, leaving the backs of my thighs cool in the open air. "Making me want you, when I can't. When I shouldn't." She seemed to be grumbling to herself. "Making me feel guilty when I jerk off thinking about you."

I let out a gasp. I knew what that looked like because she'd shown me, and an incredibly sexy image splashed in my mind—Minji lying in bed, working herself over in a furious pace, thinking about me.

"But I can't stop," she continued. The dress was hiked up on my hips, exposing the intricate lace covering my ass. Her strong hand fumbled over it, and then dipped down. It lingered between my legs, brushing a single knuckle over my aching center. I moved against it, rocking my hips to try to find relief. It was so sexy the way she just stood there, letting me undulate against her hand.

"What happens to bad girls, Hanni?"

I froze. I hadn't realized we were playing a game, and now it was clear it was my turn. My move. I could answer any way I wanted. Tell her bad girls got sent home, or put in time-out . . . or fucked.

I balled the sheets into my fists, closed my eyes, and pressed my cheek to the bed. Hopefully she wanted the answer I was going to give.

"They get punished," I breathed.

It was immediate. There was a whoosh of air, and the smack of skin registered before the sensation of her spanking did. The sting radiated up my backside, rippling outward. I bit down on my bottom lip. No one had ever hit me before. Not Jay, not my mom, and certainly not the father I'd never met.

"You deserved that," Minji said in a seductive tone, "didn't you?"

"Yes," I panted.

It was like my body knew what to do, and I surrendered to it. I arched my back, jutting my ass up, wordlessly demanding more. I tugged at the sheets, clenching them to my face, and stifled the urge to beg for it.