Bad Boy Exposed Page 6

  “Are you going to close the door and lock it?”

  His eyebrows went up, and I could tell that he was as ready as I was. I’d been looking forward to this visit all day, and there was no one else waiting. The rest of my day was going to be filled with Zane.

  I watched him go over to the door and turn the lock. My heart was beating rapidly, and those dark brown eyes held me where I stood. God, he was handsome. But everything about what we were doing was wrong. Of course, that was what made it feel so good and that was what made me want him right then and there.

  “Take your clothes off, Camilla.”

  I bristled at his tone. He knew that I didn’t like when he got demanding. I would tell him no, or I would take my time to show my displeasure, but we both knew that I was far more interested in what he had to offer. The man was like a machine when he started going, and I was in need of that.

  “You know I don’t like when you talk to me like that, Zane.”

  He nodded his head as he pulled the shirt from his jeans. “Then why are you getting wet?”

  It was like he just knew, and that bothered me. Just like the first time he’d come onto me, I wasn’t able to deny how much I needed him. Almost the first time that he came in for a session, I was attracted to him. It didn’t take him long to pick up on it and use it to his advantage. What happened next was a mess of pleasure that took my mind off of everything else. I’d quickly fallen for the man, and now I was trying to figure out what I was doing. He was my patient, but I was still unzipping my skirt and stepping out of it like he told me to.

  “You’re so far away, Camilla. Come here so that I can see you.”

  My insides trembled. I couldn’t stop looking at the hard chest covered in thick, black hair. It was more than I could handle not to touch him. His body was perfect and it just made me want to touch him. My fingers were itching to do so. It had always been impossible to tell Zane no and today was no different. I’d been waiting all week for this session, knowing that it was going to be better for me than it was for him. I needed this. Zane had become a madness that brought my sanity.

  “You aren’t naked yet.”

  I looked down at the shirt I was unbuttoning and told him that he was the one that needed to learn patience. Zane was not about that at all, and the look he gave me was enough to make me squirm. “Now, Camilla, or I’ll leave and you’ll be dripping wet for nothing.”

  He was so cocky, but he backed it up. Zane was the type of man that I would warn women about. He was all consuming and way too demanding, but he was right. If he left, I would be wet and needy for nothing. I didn’t know if he would really leave me like that, but I didn’t want to take the chance.

  I moved a little faster as Zane pulled his pants off. He was so hard and full that my eyes were sidetracked and my mind started to go fuzzy. He really was like an addiction, one that I was more than happy to succumb to. Moving in front of me, he yanked my shirt apart, popping the few buttons that I’d left and making me gasp. There was a look in his dark eyes that made me shiver. I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

  “I said now, Camilla. You’re a smart woman. You know what that means.”

  His rough hands lifted me up and set me on the edge of the desk. I still had my bra and panties on, something that was quickly rectified with a rough tug. If nothing else, Zane was hard on my clothes. After the first mishap, I’d started to bring a spare outfit when he was on my schedule. He was very impatient at times like this.

  “Please, Zane, calm down. You know that I hate when you get like this.”

  He just shook his head. We both knew that he wasn’t listening. He never did.

  “Uh-huh. Then why are you so damn wet?”

  He hadn’t even touched me and he already knew that I was dying for him. I wasn’t going to admit that he was right. I didn’t have to. As soon as I felt his hardness at my center, he slammed in with ease because of how wet I was. The look of triumph on his face made me look away. I didn’t like being this way, needing him so badly, but I did. I always did.

  My hands entwined with his neck and I pulled him to me for a kiss. His large member pressed in deep and crashed into the bottom of me. It was too much, he was too much, and I was left crying out with each thrust. I was on the edge, and my moans increased even as he kissed them away.

  Pulling back, he whispered an order in my ear, one that I couldn’t refuse to comply with. God, I needed this. My body exploded, and his thick palm came up to cover my lips and silence my sound. Zane told me to be quiet, but it was hard to do. I needed to scream, and only his hand cupping my mouth kept my whole practice from knowing what was going on in my office.

  “I love when you come, Camilla. In fact, I think I love you.”

  His words were met with a flurry of thrusts that were hard to take. There was never a break with Zane. He only had one speed. It was the size of him that set me off so well, and once I’d had one orgasm, it wasn’t long before it was followed by another. I could already feel the next one growing. There was nothing I could do but hold onto him and hope that I didn’t break in two.

  When he pulled free, my eyes finally opened. He wasn’t finished, and he never stopped before he finished.

  “Get off of there and bend over for me, Camilla. I want to see that ass jiggle as I pound you.”

  Zane was so crude that he had me blushing where I sat. I slid off of the desk slowly, my eyes not leaving his dark brown ones. I did it on purpose, wanting to see him flare with a little anger in his eyes. Zane ran on anger, but that was what drew me in. It was the part that I’d been unable to refuse when he started to come onto me during our first session. By the second one, he had me riding him on the couch, and it had been downhill since then. There was something about him that made me lose control of myself. I still wanted more, and I turned around, sticking my ass out for him.

  The slight embarrassment was gone when he pushed into me quickly, taking my breath away. When his fingers dug into my waist, I knew that I was going to get what I wanted. He pulled me back to him hard and I was lost once again. He felt too good, and before long I was crying out. Without his hands there, it was on me to stifle the sound, but I wasn’t doing a very good job of it. He pushed my face down against the desk, telling me to quiet down or he was going to stop. It was the best incentive that I could ask for.

  We both heard the knock at the door. Zane only missed the beat for a second before he was telling me to ignore it. My assistant had heard us and was asking if everything was okay. It would have been if Zane had stopped, but he wasn’t going to. I had to choke out an answer in between moans and orgasms. It was harder than I would have imagined.

  When she left, I bit my lip as another orgasm ripped through me. It was a relief to feel the heat push into me. Zane refused to wear a condom, and I’d come to love the way he felt when he came inside of me. It meant that he was done, but there was never a time that I wanted more. He always made sure to leave me fully depleted. I don’t know how he did it, but the man was some kind of passionate lover. It was always so intense.

  “You never said anything.”

  “Huh?” He wanted to talk, and all I wanted to do was take a nap. My head was resting on the desk and I was trying to catch my breath, not even worried about the stapler that was biting into my side.

  “I told you that I love you, Camilla, and you didn’t say anything.”

  My mind worked slowly, remembering him saying something like that. What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t even think at the moment, let alone have that kind of conversation. Zane seemed bothered by my silence.

  Chapter 2 – Zane

  I waited for her to say the words, but Camilla was still face-down on her desk. I watched her full, round ass move as she breathed, and before a minute had passed, I was hard again. I wanted to be inside of her, and since she wasn’t ready to tell me she loved me as well, I was going to make her scream out my name. I was going to make her love me.

  Slid
ing back inside quickly, I heard the sharp intake of air and the gasp as I drilled home. Some might say that it was ironic that I was banging the very person who was supposed to be helping me with a sex addiction, but to me it just seemed right. How could being inside of her be wrong?

  ***

  I felt lighter when I got out of the doctor’s office. She always made me feel that way, and it was something that I’d come to rely on. Camilla kept my anger down, and for once I was able to get through a day without getting into an altercation. Everyone around me thought that she was working wonders on me, but it wasn’t her intellect and advice helping, it was the tight pussy in between her legs and the innocent moans that did it for me.

  The problem was becoming clear, though. It wasn’t enough. Once a week wasn’t enough, and even though my company would pay for more sessions if I needed it, that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to wake up to her every day and go to bed with her in my arms every night. I was past loving her. As far as I was concerned, it was time for us to get married and start our life together. I didn’t want to wait anymore, and I didn’t want to be apart from her.

  It hadn’t been an hour since I left Camilla, and I could already feel the need to see her again coming back in full force. I wondered if she felt the same way. I’d felt for sure that she did, but then she hadn’t said it back. That fact was running around in my mind, and I didn’t know how to take it. I’d made her come over and over again, and still nothing. What was I doing wrong?

  What had felt like a cloud that I was walking on now felt like just thin air under my feet. I needed a drink before I went home. I’d walked to Camilla’s office because I only lived a few blocks away, but instead of going home, I made my way to the bar down the road. I needed a drink and I was itching for a fight as well, anything to get my mind off of the what-ifs and don’t-knows.

  Johnny was behind the bar and had a beer and a shot of whiskey in front of me before I could even order it. “Good man.”

  I didn’t know why he was always so nice, but I suspected it was because he’d seen me get into it with far too many people in that bar.

  “How are we feeling today? You got that look in your eyes, and I just replaced the bar stools that you broke last time.”

  “I paid well for those stools, plus some.”

  He kind of cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, you did. I’m just asking to see if I need to get ready.”

  I kind of chuckled and took a sip of my drink. Was it really that obvious that I was about to go off the handle? I didn’t like the idea that I was that easy to read, but I was definitely feeling it. I wanted to do something to get all of this aggression out. I could have picked up another girl, but she wouldn’t be what I wanted. It would have just made the feeling worse.

  Getting my phone out of my pocket, I saw Johnny going to another customer as I ignored his question. How was I supposed to know how tonight was going to go? Flipping through recent pictures, I looked at the ones I’d taken today. When Camilla had had her face buried in the desk and I was sliding my cock into her, I’d gotten a short video that I started to play.

  The sounds that she made were sidetracking, and it was hard for me not to want to call her. I put the number in my phone several times, but quickly ended the call before it could go through. I didn’t know if she was still at work. Most likely not because of the time of day. I didn’t have her cell phone number, and that had never occurred to me until then. How was I supposed to get a hold of her now?

  That frustrated me to no end. The anger was rising inside of me. I wanted to break the phone because of how stupid I felt about it. How had I not gotten her number? I would have broken the phone if there wasn’t such good content on it. I didn’t want to lose the pictures of her as she came down from her orgasms, or the video that I’d made today. I did want to break something, though.

  “Hey man, don’t I know you from somewhere?”

  The ill-advised man had his hand on my shoulder like we were friends. I didn’t know him, and even if I had, I would never allow someone to be that close to me. I didn’t like to be touched, and I certainly didn’t want the man’s breath on my face. I could smell the booze on his words and the stale smell crinkled my noise.

  “I don’t know you, now get off of me.” I pushed the man back pretty hard and waited for him to say something. He didn’t, just fell to the floor because he was too drunk to pick himself up. There was a moment where I thought about just taking all of my frustrations out on him, but I knew that it wasn’t going to be enough. He wouldn’t fight back for that long, and I wasn’t into just beating someone down. I wanted to get hit, and I wanted them to try, and then I wanted to win. That was the only way that I was going to feel better.

  Johnny was looking at me, waiting for me to do what he thought I would. Instead I tipped the glass again. I needed more to drink. When I got what I wanted, I moved to the back of the bar to see if there was anyone that I could start something with. There had to be someone in here that could get my adrenaline going.

  ***

  I waited for the office to open. I knew that Camilla’s office opened at nine and I hadn’t slept a wink. My face still hurt from the fight the night before, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I had to see Camilla, and I was afraid she wasn’t going to want to speak to me. Why hadn’t she just told me that she loved me back? Was that really so hard?

  Getting the answering machine, I threw the phone to the ground and watched the pieces come apart. It wasn’t the first time that I’d done it, so I knew that it was only going to take a minute to put it back together. Why wasn’t anyone answering?

  Putting it back together, I started the phone back up and pulled the short brown strand out of my mouth. I’d been chewing on it since I’d found it on my jacket. I knew that it belonged to Camilla, and in a way it made me feel closer to her.

  “Dr. Loring’s office, how can I help you?”

  “I need to speak to Camilla.”

  “You need to speak to the doctor? May I ask who is calling?”

  “No, you can’t. Just put her on the line.”

  “She’s in with a client. Would you like to leave a message?”

  “I know that she’s drinking coffee in her office, so put me through now.”

  I was watching Camilla drink her coffee. It was what she did every morning, and it had become a routine of mine to watch her through her window. Now I wanted to be in there with her when she did it. I didn’t want to miss her as much as I did, and even though I was tired, I wouldn’t have missed seeing her for anything in the world.

  The woman on the phone sounded like she wanted to say something, but she must have thought better of it because she didn’t try to argue with me. It wouldn’t have done her any good anyways. I heard the ringing going through to Camilla’s phone, and I almost melted right there when I heard her voice.

  “Hello?”

  “Camilla, I need to talk to you. What time can I come in?”

  “I’m booked today, Zane.”

  “Well, cancel your afternoon. I need to see you.” I hated to hear the desperation in my voice, but I knew that I couldn’t help it. I had to see her.

  “Okay, Zane. Come on by after four. That’s when my last client will be gone.”

  “I want to see you now!”

  Chapter 3 – Camilla

  “Zane, you have to keep your voice down. What has gotten into you?”

  He seemed really upset, and I couldn’t for the life of me understand why. What was going on with him? When I’d seen him yesterday, he was forceful like always, but now he seemed almost manic. The doctor side of me was concerned, while the side of me that slept with him wondered what could have changed his mood so much. Something had happened.

  “I just need to see you. I wanted to call you last night, but I don’t even have your number. So I waited for the office to open. I need to see you, Camilla, and I don’t want to wait any longer. Are you alone now?”

  I looked around
the office. There wasn’t a soul in there, but I wasn’t prepared for Zane. I was still sore from the last time that I’d seen him, and I wasn’t too enthused about making it worse. Zane was like a strong medicine that you only needed a little bit of. I didn’t need any more of him now, and I certainly couldn’t handle him first thing in the morning. Even this evening would be a stretch for me.

  “I have someone in my office now. I have a full day, and I don’t know when I’m going to be able to fit you in.”

  “So you have someone in there now, or they are on their way?”

  “Um, someone is here now. I really can’t talk, Zane. I’ll call you in a little while.”

  I tried to hang up, but he stopped me. “I know that you’re alone, Camilla. I can see you.”

  I got this eerie feeling when he said that. Where was he? Could he really see me, or was it just him trying to call my bluff? I was at a loss about what to do. I looked around nervously, like Zane was just going to pop out. When he didn’t, I wanted to know what he meant.

  “What are you talking about, Zane? What do you mean you can see me? You can see me right now?” My voice was going up a couple of octaves even though I didn’t want it to. He was freaking me out. I didn’t know if this was another one of his power games, but it was one that I didn’t like.

  “I’m just messing with you, Camilla. So you’re alone?”

  I didn’t want to admit that I was, but I was still shaken up. I didn’t want to tell him I was alone, but I was sure that he would know it if I was lying to him. What kind of hold did he have over me? “Yes, I’m alone.”

  “If you won’t see me now, touch yourself. I want to hear you.”

  Now I was really starting to blush. I couldn’t believe that he was talking to me in this way, but I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to let it go. I looked around again, still expecting him to jump out at me at any moment.

  “It wasn’t a request, Camilla. Now.”