Page 113 of Dr. Attending

His fingers trail down my outstretched arm. “You want this cock, don’t you?”

I nod several times as I squeeze him, rubbing my thumb over his tip as I feel him grow even harder beneath my touch.My eyes meet his, trying to let him know that I’m ready for whatever comes next.

“Lie down on top of my desk,” he commands, his voice low and gritty, like he’s trying to hold himself back. “Feet up on the edge.”

A shudder of desire races through my body as I stand. The remains of my orgasm have my legs feeling like jelly beneath me, but the rest of me is tense—the heavy plug in my ass making sure I stay on edge.

I find the half of his desk that isn’t covered in papers and hop up, bending my knees so that my legs don’t fall off the side.

Weston steps forward and adjusts me, wrapping something black around my wrists and ankles with velcro. I try to moveinstinctively, but he’s secured them together, so I’m held wide open with my hands at my feet.

He drops his thin scrub pants to the ground, his thick cock hanging heavily between his legs. I crane my neck for a better view as he holds my gaze, tearing open a foil packet with his teeth and covering his cock in the thin rubber.

“Ms. Winters,” Weston says harshly, clearly still in character as he pulls my white cotton thong to the side. “When I think about adding you to my team, I think about several words. Growth, yes. Assistance, sure. But the most important thing that comes to mind is a different word.”

He reaches for the bulb and pumps it once, inflating the gag to the point that I almost choke.

“Expansion.”

I take several steadying breaths through my nose, wondering what he’s planning.

His fingers trail down my chest, taking the same path they did earlier. This time, though, he bypasses my clit and pussy to focus on the plug in my ass. He tugs on it several times like he’s making sure that it’s firmly in place, and I grunt because the sensation is shockingly arousing.

“There will be times when I ask for you to change things up. When I need things that require . . . training.”

The sound of something clicking into place breaks through the tense air, distracting me from the sudden ripple of pressure between my legs.

I squirm because the sensation didn’t hurt—it just surprised me.

Weston lets go of the plug, returning his thumb to my clit. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

I honestly don’t understand what he just did, but once the pressure subsided, it only gave way to more pleasure—more desperation.More desire.

I nod in response, feeling a trickle of drool begin to leak out of my mouth because the gag isn’t letting me swallow.

“I knew you would.” Weston begins slowly massaging me as his other hand strokes his cock, his jaw tight like he’s holding himself back. “We’re going to take it slow. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm your perfect little ass by stretching it too much in one day.”

My body feels like it’s climbing again, tightening with a familiar heat that only he can extinguish, and I can’t stop myself from arching my hips.

His gaze lands on mine.

“That being said,” he grits out, tilting his hips to place his tip at my entrance. “I have no doubt that you can take it.”

He slams forward, filling me with the full length of his cock as he lets out a satisfied groan.

I can’t cry out, I can’t move my arms or legs. All I can do is lie there and take it, savoring the way he pushes my body like I’ve never experienced before. I feel overwhelmed in the very best way as he begins to hammer my body, taking what he needs.

His hand spreads out over my low belly, providing just the right amount of pressure to help me find my second release.

Weston moans as my orgasm sets him off, pumping one final time and holding himself deep within me. His hazel eyes shine with adoration and love, letting me know that he’s done—this isn’t a game anymore.

He gives me a playful wink. “Consider yourself hired, princess.”

Chapter 40

Weston

“Where’s my phone?” Caroline asks, darting her eyes around my office.

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