I hadn’t thought any of this through beforehand. Not only is this making my cock twitch, but also I am torturing myself by keeping a distance. This is another one of my impromptu plans I hadn’t spent the time to hash out. Chloe works for me now, which hardly matters in the grand scheme of things. Most of my secretaries only make it a few months, if that.
I’m not much of a planner. Kind of like how I randomly meet women in bathrooms between patients. All I knew going into today was that I was hoping Chloe would give me a nice little show before I send her out front to do her job. I’m not about to go home again to jerk off all night. That pussy is mine.
She probably thinks this is part the job since I intentionally flirted with Alexa when we were discussing Chloe’s resume. When I told her not to wear panties, she understood there was something off about this situation, yet she did as I instructed and without complaint. That’s my kind of girl. I always knew there was something about her that I liked.
“You can watch all you want, Jackson,” she says, as she rolls her thumb over her clit. “Or would you rather be the one to do it? I want you to make me come.”
“Oh, I will be the one to do it.” I press my palms to my knees and lean forward, holding her gaze. “For now, I want to watch you. Finger your pussy for me.”
Without another thought, she slide
s two fingers inside her wetness, letting out a soft moan. “I’m so wet for you, Jackson. Are you really going to sit here and stare when you could join me?”
She has a good point. My dick is tenting my pants. Wiping my sweaty palms down the front of my slacks, I contemplate my next action. A small part of me wants to kiss her and make up for old times, show her the man she used to know. But I am no longer that man.
My life had changed for the worst the day she left, and I have not been the same since. There’s no point in denying my true identity. If she wants Jackson King, she’d better get used to the way I am now and forget the old me. I will show her exactly who I am and what I am about. She will never forget it.
“Taste yourself,” I say, watching her as I loosen my belt from my pants, pulling it off in one swift motion. “Suck on your fingers, Chloe.”
I fold the belt in my hand and crack it like a whip though I didn’t need to do that to get her attention. Because I already had it. From the second she walked into my office, Chloe hasn’t looked away from me.
As expected, she listens to me once again, removing her fingers from her pussy. She holds them up to her lips and runs her tongue along her skin, before sticking them in her mouth.
“Taste good?” I ask her, loving every minute of the show she is putting on for me. My eyes travel between her pussy and her mouth as I unzip my pants, ready to join this party. I point at the ground and say, “Get on your knees, and come here.”
A blush spreads from her cheeks down to her chest. How can she be embarrassed after what she just did in front of me?
“As you wish, Dr. King.” She winks at me, and I lick my lips.
Using the couch for support, she slides off the edge and onto the carpet, getting down on all fours to crawl over to me. This is so fucking hot I am in physical agony. If I don’t fuck her, I will be feeling the effects soon enough. I open my legs to give her enough room to fit between them.
She reaches into my lap, her fingers grazing the button of my slacks. I swat her hand away in an instant.
“You can only touch me when I tell you to. Understand?”
Looking shocked, she stares at me as if she’s still my student and upset that I scalded her in front of the class. While I am still her teacher, this classroom has a much different setting. Soon, Chloe will learn my ways whether she likes them or not.
“Yes, Dr. King.” She straightens her back, keeping her hands at her sides and waits for me to continue.
Popping open the button on my pants, I watch as her eyes land on my cock. “You will get it soon enough. Be patient, love.” I sit up just enough to pull my pants and boxers over my hips, springing my erection free, and allow my clothes to bunch around my ankles.
Gripping my cock in my hand, I give myself a few strokes, laughing on the inside as Chloe’s eyes widen. She’s salivating, practically beginning to suck it.
“You can touch me,” I say in a firm tone. “Show me what you got.”
She places her hands on my thighs and moves closer, her hand quickly replacing mine. Sticking out her tongue, she makes eye contact with me the entire time, as she moves up my shaft, making her way to the tip. After waiting this long to fuck her, she had better not even think about teasing me. If anyone is doing that, it will be me. Not the other way around.
Wrapping her plump lips around my cock, she peeks up at me as if asking me with her eyes if she’s doing a good job. Best secretary I have ever had.
I pat the top of her head. “Keep going. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
Chloe answers with her eyes in the form of acknowledgment that she understands me. Leaning back in the chair, I take her hair between my fingers, holding her head in a vise and forcing her to choke on my dick. While it hasn’t been long since my last blow job, this feels pretty damn amazing. She has some skills that surprise me.
Massaging my balls with one hand and stroking my shaft with the other, she works me over like a pro. I never expected my Chloe, the girl who I had barely made it to second base with in the past, to be so in control. On the outside, she’s so shy and weak. But I like this side of her just as much as she likes it when I order her around. We’re different, yet still, the same, and we still want the same things.
I should have claimed her when I had the chance and made her mine. Chloe was always supposed to be with me. We were meant for each other. My life shattered into a thousand pieces the day she walked away, leaving me struggling to survive. There were some days I thought the pain would kill me. Or I would end up killing myself with my reckless behavior.
What had started as binge drinking and wild parties had turned into a sex addiction. Well, as a sex therapist, I should use the medical term: hypersexual disorder. Even though I know I have a problem, I will never label myself as someone who has this condition. I can kick this habit just like I did drinking. It’s all in my mind. It’s not about the sex. Chloe left a gaping hole in my heart that I needed to fill with something. I chose sex. It’s that simple.