I was a nerd back then and far from the man I have become today. She changed me in ways I never thought possible. But I didn’t adapt fast enough to hold her attention. Our little tryst was not sufficient for Chloe. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I tried to make excuses for myself. As much as I wanted to find a way around the rules, I never did. Eventually, I told Chloe we had to wait until after the school year, give ourselves some room to breath.
And that was how I lost her. After six months of sneaking around, she wanted more. I was unable to give it to her. So, she went running into the arms of another man, all because I wasn’t ready to pull the trigger. I have been in love with her for so long that the pain of her loss has never gone away. Now, we have a second chance. I plan to make use of our time.
She crosses her legs and sits back in her chair, waiting for me to say something. But I continue to stare at her, allow my eyes to wander until I have taken in every part of her delicious body.
“Did you follow my instructions, Chloe?” My tone is firm, serious, and indicates there will be repercussions if she disobeyed me.
“Jackson,” she hisses, flashing a seductive look at me.
“What did I tell you? It’s Dr. King now.”
“Yes, Dr. King.” She bites down on her bottom lip. “I did what you asked of me.”
“Good.” I rub my hands together, excited. “Let me see.”
She glances down at her legs, shaking her head. “You want me to…” Her voice trails off as if she’s confused. But she wouldn’t have listened to me if she had a problem with how this is going to work between us.
“Yes, Chloe. I want you to show me your pussy. Spread your legs for me. Let me see that you’ve been a good girl, and I will reward you.”
“With what?” She’s playing dumb with me.
I laugh to myself. “You leave that to me to worry about.”
Hesitating, Chloe looks away from me, unsure of whether she wants to go through with this. We both know she wants this to happen or she would have disobeyed me on purpose. There’s no sense in denying her attraction to me.
“What happened to you, Jackson?” Her singsong voice is soft and music to my ears until she says, “You were never like this. The man I loved was different.”
“How would you know?” I say, defensive. This conversation has taken a much different turn from what I had expected. Speaking through clenched teeth, I spit out, “You didn’t stick around long enough to find out. You never bothered to give me a chance to show you. A kiss here and there, my hand grazing your breast, those were all small things that only made me fall harder for you, but you never allowed me to give you more.”
She folds her arms across her chest and frowns. “Why are you so angry? Have you been holding onto this resentment since I left?” Her nose scrunches in anger along with her brow before she speaks again. I kind of like it that she’s pissed because now she gets to feel the same way I did for all these years. “I gave you one last chance before I moved to tell me you loved me and that you wanted more, and you chose your career over me. So, don’t even go there, Jackson. You were content with being friends with some benefits, and that was all right with me, but I needed more from you.”
I stand up, hard again and so turned on by this conversation. Chloe’s defiance and attitude excite me because now I get to punish her for talking back to me. “You wanted more from me. But are you ready to give me more?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
With my hands on my belt buckle, ready to take it off and spank her with it, I say, “How about right now?”
Chloe nods. “I’m ready.”
Her eyes follow my finger as I point in the direction of the couch. “Get your ass over there and show me what I missed out on five years ago.”
Again, she does as I order and without a word.
For as long as I had known Chloe, she was always outspoken. Seeing this side of her is such a turn-on it makes me regret being such a nice guy when we were together. Nice guys always finish last. That saying has so much truth behind it. Maybe if I were more aggressive, more of a deviant back then, she would have waited for me instead of running away.
I sit in my usual leather chair, directly across from the couch where I treat patients, and tug at my belt once more, slipping it through the loops of my pants. “Let me see what’s under that skirt.”
Chloe separates her thighs for me, opening them wide enough to give me a good look. She shaved her pussy for me. Nice. Even from a distance, I can tell she is already wet, her skin glistening with her juices.
My dick hardens beneath my slacks, making it hard for me to function without getting some relief. Nothing beats the real thing. After all the times, I had dreamed of this moment, I want to remember it for the rest of my life, take a mental picture in case she decides to leave again. But this time I will not let her. Chloe is mine.
“Touch yourself for me,” I tell her, keeping my focus on her.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to remain in my chair. As much as I want to lick her pussy, I need to wait, let Chloe do some of the work before I teach her the lesson she should have learned years ago.
She reaches between her legs and plays with her clit. “Is this what you want, Jackson. You want to watch me?”
“Yes, keep going.”