Chapter 5

Chapter Five

KARMEN

Iwatch Dr. Rourk, wondering what he'll do. My heart is racing. I know I can be bold with him, but there is still a part of me that's shy. He might think I've done these things before, but I haven't.

Something about him brings out this side of me. I want him in a way that I've never wanted anything else before. His rejection might destroy me, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. The alternative is feeling like this forever, and I won't be able to.

He didn't sell me out to my mother. He also hasn't told anyone the dirty things that I say to him. If anything, he should have passed me off to another doctor. And yet here we are. That has to mean something.

"You'll need to take your pants off." I am standing so quickly that I almost trip over my own feet. That's sexy, Karmen. Get it together if you want to do this.

Dr. Rourk is a grown man and he doesn't want an awkward girl. I see the way he watches me slip my pants down my legs and I wonder if maybe that's exactly what he wants. He wants me and whatever it is that I am. I'm still trying to figure that out for myself, but he could help me along the way. That would be nice. No one has ever done that for me.

I put my thumbs in the sides of my panties to pull them down too, but he stops me. "Did I say the panties?" His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. Normally, when he tells me to stop doing something it's a half-hearted attempt. Not this time.

"No." I shake my head before leaving them in place.

"Sit back down." When I take a seat in the leather chair, I lean back. "Good girl," he praises, and I press my thighs together.

Those two words went straight to my clit, and I can feel it throbbing. That feeling combined with the deep ache forming in the pit of my stomach is almost too much.

"Now tell me, Karmen. Have you been having problems getting yourself to cum?"

Dr. Rourk leans back in his own chair, and I hate that there's a table between us. I want to see if he's hard. Is his cock pressing into his slacks, making it ache? God, I want to make him hard almost as much as I want to cum.

"Yes," I admit, wiggling in my seat.

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Dr. Rourk," I groan, closing my eyes. Is he torturing me? I suppose it's only fair. I've been doing that to him since I met him. Now that I'm more than willing to play with him, he's the one who won't play with me.

"Eyes on me," he snaps, and I eagerly obey. God, I love this side of him. His voice exudes authority, and my nipples harden almost painfully. "Answer me or you'll put your pants back on."

"I hate it," I admit. "If I don't do it for myself, then no one else will."

"I'm not sure that's true."

"No one else that I want to do it."

"And you think that I could help you?"

"Yes. You could teach me." I lick my lips. "You know, like a daddy teaches his little girl to do things."

"Jesus Christ," I hear him say in a whisper before he sucks in a deep breath. "Spread your legs for me." I do it slowly, wanting to torture him as much as he's torturing me. "Fuck, you're wet." He sounds like it's painful to watch.

I look between my legs and see the cotton of my panties sticking to my sex. It's completely soaked.

"I'm aching."

"Slip your fingers inside your panties. Only touch your clit."

When my fingers go to the top of my underwear, Dr. Rourk's eyes follow their every movement. Then I dip them in, guiding two fingers to my clit.

"Slowly circle," he says, and it's like he's straining to control his words.

I can't worry about that now while I do as I'm told. I'm so wet that my fingers easily slide around my clit. It's all over me, and I can't think of a time I've ever been this turned on.

"I want to go faster." There's a whine to my voice, but I can't help it.

"I didn't ask you what you wanted."

"Is this what you want?" My thighs spread wider.

"This is about you." I see his hand go under his desk. Is he touching himself?

"Dr. Rourk," I moan, thinking about him stroking his cock as he watches me.

"I thought you wanted me to be your daddy." My heart gives me an unexpected flutter.

"Yes, Daddy," I say this time.

"Move them down now. I want you to thrust two of them into your cunt."

Fuck me. Why is hearing him say the word ‘cunt' such a turn-on? Probably because this isn't a side he shows to anyone else. This is only for me.

He sits up straight for a better view, and I use one finger for the first thrust. "I don't know if I can get two."

"Is my little girl's pussy that tight?"

I nod my head, but I don't want to disappoint him. "I'm trying. I've never put them inside of me before."

Dr. Rourk mutters a string of curse words under his breath. "Try harder. How are you ever going to take Daddy's fat cock if you can't?"

"Oh god," I moan, thrusting another finger inside of me.

"Not god, Daddy," he reminds me again.

"Daddy." Each time I say the word, I want it more and more. I've never had a real daddy. Not one that took care of me.

"In and out."

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I work them in and out of me. My hips rock in time with the movements and I'm so close.

"I want you," I whine. Why can't it be him doing this?

"You want your Daddy's cock?"

"Please," I beg.

"Where do you want it?"

"Inside me." I pump my fingers in and out and I see Dr. Rourk's hand moving under the desk. Does he have his cock out or is he rubbing himself over his pants?

"Inside where? You have to say it."

"Right here." I clench around my fingers. "In my pussy," I cry out. I'm so, so close. "I need it so bad, Daddy. Please."

He stands up so quickly that his chair hits the wall behind him. Dr. Daddy is here, and he's going to give me what I need.