Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Did you miss me?” She’s grinning while she reaches out and takes a mint off my desk. She takes her time unwrapping the clear plastic before holding it to her tongue and licking it slowly. She never puts them in her mouth, just licks and licks and licks and licks with that pretty pink tongue.
“Sit,” I order a little too sternly, but from the flush of her cheeks, she doesn’t seem to mind.
She loves getting under my skin, and every time I’m in her presence, it gets easier for her to find a way in. I try to avoid being alone with her, but somehow she’s here with me and the door is closed.
“You know I like it when you’re bossy.” She licks the little mint again and leans back in the leather chair.
“Where is the rest of your uniform?” I say as I look down and see her bare legs. All patients are given a clean set of scrubs each day, but somehow she finds a way to break the rules.
“Oh, didn’t they tell you?” She scoots to the edge of the chair, and that’s when I see the oversized scrub shirt she has on rides up her toned thighs. “The air conditioning is broken in my room.”
“And what does that have to do with you continuing to break the rules?” I make a memo line in my notebook to have maintenance check the air in her room. “Your unwillingness to follow a simple dress code makes me wonder if leaving Bellevue is really your desire.”
“I’ve got a lot of desires, Doctor.” She’s still sitting on the edge of the seat, but she arches her back in the chair and then spreads her knees. “But honestly I’m just so hot I can’t focus on which one I want more.”
The triangle of white cotton that covers her pussy is wet. I know that because I can see all of it as she rocks her hips up and licks the mint.
“I’m sure we can have someone come look at the air conditioning in your room.” I nearly break my pen in half as I look down at my notebook and scribble some words that mean nothing. “Would you say that your sexual proclivities have contributed to your mother sending you here for an evaluation?”
“Sexual proclivities?” She giggles, and although I’m not looking up from my desk, I can smell her, and my mouth waters. “You mean am I here because I like getting fucked?”
This time when I squeeze my pen, it doesn’t stand a chance. There’s a little snap and I gently place the pieces on my desk before grabbing another.
“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” I sigh as I raise my head and do my best to maintain a professional demeanor. “But your desire to break the rules, no matter how trivial, seems to be a pattern. Along with what you’ve told me about your sexual behavior, I have to think you’re self-sabotaging.”
“Maybe I just love to have a big cock inside me.” She bats her lashes and then licks the mint again.
“If you can’t maintain decorum while you’re in my office, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
She pokes her bottom lip out and then quickly sits up. “You’re no fun.”
“So you’ve told me. Several times.”
“Fine. I’ll go.” She stands and then leans over the front of my desk. “But when I go back to my room I’m going to finger fuck myself and pretend it’s you.” She puts the mint in her mouth and then hollows out her cheeks while she sucks her finger clean.
I remain completely frozen in my chair as she turns around, sways out of my office, and then slams the door behind her.
The sound of it closing launches me out of my seat, and I run to the door and turn the lock. With one hand pressed against the cool wood, I use the other to rip open the front of my pants. I lick my palm and then spit on it before I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke myself hard.
It’s fast and hot, and I grunt as I thrust into my fist once, twice, three times. Then I’m spilling all over my knuckles and down my wrist, but I don’t care. It feels so fucking good to get this little release. Even if I know it will be just as painful the next time I’m with her.
I’m thinking about how wrong this is when I hear something on the other side of the door. Did I imagine the sound of Karmen just now?
“Next time I want to watch,” her voice whispers, and then I hear her footsteps walking away.
Chapter Three
KARMEN
Ihave become one of them.
Staring out the window at the rain, I let out a yawn. There isn’t much else to do around here except lie on the couch and people watch. Although this place is better than boarding school. The food isn’t as good, but at least I’m not the weird girl anymore. Okay, so I’m not the only weird girl.