13. Reed
Chapter thirteen
Reed
Mrs. Johnson. Mrs. Johnson. Hmm.
I tap the patient’s chart with my pen as I amble through the general clinic, wracking my brain to see if I can remember a Mrs. Johnson.
My last two weeks of surgery have been mostly geriatric patients, and I can’t seem to connect a face to the name.
Maybe it was a fast procedure? It’s odd. I always remember my patients…
“You seem distracted.”
I turn my chin over my shoulder, blessing Casey with a smile. “Only trying to remember the face of who I’m about to see.”
She hums noncommittally, her hips tilting as she returns to the laptop in front of her. “Room two.”
I nod before making my way down the sterile hallway. I hear the door and offer a polite knock before waiting for someone to answer. When I don’t hear anything, I push the door open, my eyes glued to the chart in my hand as I use my foot to close the door behind me.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Johnson. I’m Dr. Bellamy—” My gaze shifts up, only for my words to die as my heart pounds at the sight before me.
Thalia sits on top of the medical exam paper, her ankles crossed as she swings her heeled boots. Her hands are gripping the edge of the exam table as she tilts her head at me, offering a smile that makes my pulse race.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Bellamy,” she preens, her eyes fluttering sweetly.
My mouth moves before my head rips down to the chart. My eyes shift between the stunning patient before me, and the patient I’m supposed to be seeing. “I—how did you—”
“I am Mrs. Johnson,” she winks.
Oh.
I tuck my chart into my side, still stunned by seeing her here. In person. With me. “I don’t understand…”
She bites her bottom lip, making my blood rush to other regions as I watch her with rapt interest. “I want to play doctor and patient with you, Reed.”
I swallow past the thickness in my throat before clearing it and attempting to still my fluttering heart. Normally, I would question the professionalism and integrity of performing such an act in a clinic. It’s wrong and unethical.
But my blood is fucking boiling and I can’t say no to her. Not with her this close, clouding my judgement.
My eyes burn into her as I use my toe to slide the short rolling chair over to me. As I sink down onto it, Thalia’s gaze becomes half-lidded like a siren’s, all heat and beckoning me closer. Resisting is futile as I look up at her and her legs spread to accommodate me as I inch between her knees.
She’s in another black dress that stops mid-thigh, with fishnets tucked into heeled black boots.
Her hair waterfalls over her shoulders, long raven-colored tresses that shine under the fluorescent lights.
She smells like cherry perfume and everything utterly fucking sweet with the world. My mouth is watering.
My breathing has become deeper as I unwrap my stethoscope from my neck. “And what seems to be the problem today, Mrs. Johnson?”
Thalia leans closer to me, the space between us becoming overcharged and electrified. Her pale blue eyes shift between mine before dipping down to my lips then back up. Heat coils low in my stomach at her proximity.
“I’ve been feeling restless,” she mutters softly. “Thought maybe you could examine me.”
The teasing lilt in her voice nearly undoes me. I force myself to breathe evenly as my fingers tighten around the stethoscope. “I’ll take care of you.”
Her breath catches faintly at my promise. For a second, neither of us move. Then she smiles—that slow, dangerous grin that always makes me feel as if I’m standing too close to the edge of a cliff, but the winds and currents below me are too enticing to step away.
“I was hoping you would say that, Dr. Dreamy.” She confesses.
I clear my throat again, forcing myself into an emblem of professionalism as my hands begin to vibrate with anticipation at the first touch of her pale skin. “Well,” I say, my voice rough, “we should probably start with a basic exam—”
My fingers graze her knee, and I rejoice in the heat of her flesh. Before she presses the toe of her boot to my chest, pushing me back.
“Ah, ah,” she croons. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, Doctor. I need to show you where my pain is.”
Fuck, I’m trembling. My cock is so hard it’s pressing painfully against my slacks. Yet, somehow, I know this is her game. She wants me aching for her, and I’m already there.
I ease back, holding my hands up in surrender. “Then show me, Mrs. Johnson.”
She follows my lead, resting back further on the table as her supple thighs part and my head goes empty.
Miles of toned legs, her sexy tattoo, and the edge of her dress’s skirt teasing the tops of her thighs has me entirely intoxicated on her.
It’s made even worse when her thin fingers shift the fabric aside, revealing her pantyless pussy to me.
She props one heel up on the edge of the bed, staring down at her lap as she uses her hand to slide her fishnets aside.
“Thalia,” I beg in a rasp as my chest rises and falls. I can smell the heady scent of her arousal and the glistening of her pretty pink cunt is making my judgement hazy with lust.
“That’s not my name,” she giggles, scolding me playfully as she slides a digit through her folds. Her mouth opens on a breathless sound that shoots straight to my sac as I watch her touch herself in my office.
“I need your help, Doctor.” She says quietly, curling a finger inward as she slicks it inside of her, and I snap.
I push forward, my hands pawing at her thighs. “Please—fuck—please let me touch you.”
She hums in approval, her other hand curling tightly into the crown of my hair as she controls my head. “I don’t want your fingers, Reed. I want to fuck your face and cum all over that perfect jaw.”
I’ve never been so turned on in my whole fucking life. Seeing her in control is doing something strange to me. I want her to tell me what to do. I want her to take this power.
To punctuate her words, she extracts her fingers from her pussy, holds them up between us, and then shoves them past my lips. Her taste explodes across my senses, taking my breath away as I lap at her thin digits until every damn drop is gone. I feel like I’m going insane.
“Such a good boy,” she praises, making something unfurl inside of me.
Praise.
I think I have a praise kink.
Fuck.
“Do you like that?” She asks as she strokes my cheek. “Do you want to be my good boy?”
“Yes,” I growl past the overwhelming need to touch her.
She drags me closer to her, pain licking across my scalp deliciously as her breath fans my lips. “Then get on your knees for me, Reed.”
I sink down without a thought behind my eyes other than to obey the woman before me, like she’s some kind of mythical entity I can’t refuse.
All sense of morals and principles is gone as the white tiles below cut into my right knee, then my left.
I stare up at the woman looming over me, taking in her smug and empowering expression as she keeps a tight, controlling hand in my hair.
What am I doing?
Why can’t I stop this?
“You’re thinking too hard,” she whispers huskily as her fingers tighten in my strands, sending another arousing wave of pain across my scalp. My cock pulses as an involuntary whimper leaves me.
I’ve never made a sound like that before…
“You don’t think when I’m in control,” Thalia says softly, her voice hypnotizing and tantalizing. “You do as I say and I’ll reward you.”
I turn my face into her thigh, nuzzling into the strong muscle as her natural heat dances across my cheek. “Yes, ma’am.”
She bites her plump bottom lip, shifting her thighs further apart before dragging me so close that my nose bumps against her clit and my eyes flutter at the anticipation. “Help me, Doctor.”
I shove forward, hooking my arms under her knees and shouldering her legs as I devour her with sloppy, enthusiastic movements. My tongue laps across her flesh hungrily, dipping and rubbing against her soaked skin as her sweetness makes my eyes roll. I could fucking suffocate myself with her.
My nose bumps against her clit as I work my way upward and suck her hardened bud teasingly. Her legs jump, nearly clamping over my ears as a silent scream crests past her lips and I bury myself deeper into her perfect pussy.
“Reed!” Thalia begs breathlessly, pulling my hair and creating space between my mouth and pure heaven. “Can you breathe?”
My hand shoots to hers, my fingers curling around her knuckles as I force her to hold me firmer. “Don’t ask if I can fucking breathe, Little Devil. You said you wanted to fuck my face.”
A surprised, delighted giggle escapes her as she stares down at me with wide eyes of wonder. “You were made for me.”
Heat twinges in my stomach, the air between us zaps, and I realize in this moment that we were always meant to end up here. Call me crazy for things moving at lightning speed, but I don’t think I can imagine a future without this woman. My Mystery Girl.
I place a chaste, heated kiss on the inside of her thigh, letting my eyes close as my hands touch and caress every inch of her I can reach. “Talk me through it, Little Devil. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She regains her hold on my strands, dragging me down until my tongue touches her flesh once again. She’s watching me closely as my muscle teases and lavishes her cunt.
“Circle my clit,” she orders, using her hold to show me as she controls my head. “Fuck, Reed.”
I coerce her hips off the table, palming her ass as I help her create a fucking motion, slicking her folds against my face messily.
She leans back further, tossing her head back as she fucks my face with abandon.
I’m pressed so deeply into her that breathing is nearly impossible, but I want that.
I want to pass out in her fucking pussy with the memory of her lingering on my tongue.
I want her to have every bit of control she yearns for.
“You’re doing so well,” she commends sweetly as she grinds into my face. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”