Page 175 of Unconditionally Yours

I should send her home. Refer her out. But I didn’t send her home when she kissed me in the bar. And I’m not sending her anywhere now.

I try, once, to cling to professionalism. “Miss Darling.”

“Yes, doctor,” she purrs, crossing the room. She smells like sugar and lust. The perfume I picked.

She sets a small bag on my desk. “There’s gags in there,” she says, voice syrupy.

My cock throbs. My self-control, stretched too thin since the court ordered her into my office, finally snaps.

I circle the desk, open the drawer, and pull out the collar Jett lifted from her house.

“You going to be my pet today?” I ask, voice low.

“Yes, sir,” she breathes, baring her throat.

I reach out and wrap my hand around her neck. Enough to make her feel it. To see if she’ll let me.

She leans into my grip like she belongs there.

I lace the collar around her throat. Soft. Final.

Her eyes flutter. Her lips part. She’s breathing hard.

“You wear this for me,” I say, brushing my thumb over the leather now snug against her skin.

“For you,” she says, voice gone husky.

Fuck. I can’t. I don’t even try to fight it.

I yank her into me by the collar and kiss her in a way that leaves no doubt I’ve spent every minute since the bar fantasizing about her mouth, her moans, the way she’ll break when I tell her to.

She opens for me instantly, needy and messy, tongue sliding against mine. Her hands go to my shirt, clawing it open. Buttons pop.

I back her into the desk, grip her neck and push her knees apart with mine.

“Hands flat,” I order.

She obeys so fast it makes my dick ache.

I push the hem of her dress up and she’s already soaked through the crotch of her lacy panties. Of course she is. She came here like this, already wet, already mine.

I drag the panties down.

“You like it rough, but I need to hear it,” I say, mouth against her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she gasps. “Your hand. Your mouth. Your rules. Use me.”

Fucking hell.

I reach into the bag she brought and pull out the gag, pink, shaped like a heart, obnoxiously her. I press it against her lips.

She opens willingly.

I strap it on tight and kiss her gagged mouth before dropping to my knees and licking her.

She tastes like sin and surrender.

Sweet and wet, soaked to the fucking thighs for me. I groan against her, tongue working slow at first, lazy strokes that make her hips twitch and her breath stutter around the gag. She can’t beg with her mouth anymore, which only makes it better.