There are so many questions literally swirling in my head that I don’t notice when White comes out—not until he’s standing in front of me pulling at my hands to lift me out of the chair.
“Are you finished already? That was really quick. I mean, you’re not normally that fast. Though I suppose this is a little different—”
“Let’s go,” White mumbles and I stumble, trying to follow him as he holds my hand and then uses it to pull me where he wants me.
“Wait? Where are we going? The exit is that way. White?” I question again as he leads me to the room he was in. He doesn’t talk again until he has me in there and the door closes behind us. I look around the tight space that’s dimly lit with a frown. “Why did you bring me in here?”
“There’s no hope in hell of this working if you aren’t here, Kayla.”
“What? Why? What are you talking about?”
“Do you see this crap?” he asks, holding up a magazine of women with fake breasts and very little, if any, clothing.
“Yeah?” I ask, confused, not sure what he’s getting at.
“There’s no way I’m going to be able to get the doctor a sample in here, Kayla.”
“Oh. Well, that’s okay. I think we should talk about that. This really isn’t necessary, White. I need to talk to you about everything, actually—”
“It is necessary. Which means you’re going to have to step up here, Buttercup.”
“I am?”
“Yeah. It’s the only way this is going to work.”
“I’m not sure I understand. Exactly what is it you think I should do? Get tested?”
“You have to make me come.”
“Um… what?”
“The only way any of my soldiers are going to swim in that damn cup is if you get them out of hiding.”
“I don’t think… I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m not even supposed to be in here.”
“Well, you are. And that’s the only way this is going to work.”
“You want me to… jack you off?” I ask, still not exactly sure what White’s thinking and feeling like a pervert for being a little turned on by the fact that he thinks he needs me to make him come. I always figured something like that was automatic for a man.
“Well, that’d be the most straightforward approach, I guess. Or maybe I could while you get me in the mood.”
“Get you in the mood?”
“Take your top off,” he orders while he unzips his pants. My eyes might pop out of my head as he pushes his pants and briefs down and takes his cock in his hand in quick, efficient movements. He’s not even taking a breath. It’s like we’re in our private bedroom. Not a doctor’s office. Oh my God! Do they have cameras here? Are they going to come in here and having me escorted out at any moment? Crap, what will they do if they catch me in here while White is—??
“White! Stop that.”
“If I stop, we won’t get out of here, and this may have been my idea, Kayla, but I want out of here.”
“Then let’s just go. I’m telling you that you don’t need to do this. There are things we need to talk about anyway.”
“Quit stalling, Kay. Let me see your boobs.”
“My… I don’t think I’m supposed to be in here, White.”
“They want me to come in a jar. For that to happen, you have to be in here. Now quit stalling and show me those tits.”
“You’re so sweet,” I grumble, looking up at the ceiling and around the room.
“What are you doing?”
“Seeing if there are any cameras in here.”
“You’re so cute. Fuck. Now strip,” he orders, and if I hadn’t picked that moment to turn and look at him, I might have resisted. But I did pick that moment to look, and having White order me to strip causes chills of need to run through me. When I see him with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it, I’m done for. There’s not a woman around who could resist him.
I sigh in defeat, put my purse down on an office chair beside me, and pull my shirt over my head.
“If we get in trouble for breaking the rules, I’m never going to forgive you.”
“Noted, honey. Now as much as I love that purple bra, take it off.”
“Christ, in all these years, how did I not know you were a lunatic?” I huff, unlatching my bra and thankful that at least this time, there’s a front clasp. “There! Satisfied now?”
“Pinch your nipples.”
“White…”
“Play with your nipples for me, Buttercup. Better yet, hold your breast for me.”
“Hold it? Like this?” I ask, holding my hands under them, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited at the moment. I can feel my panties getting wet just from the way he’s watching my breasts. My eyes go to his cock and I watch his firm hand stroke back and forth on it. It’s a mesmerizing movement, one that I think if I watched for a thousand years, I still wouldn’t get tired of. When I feel his lips suck one of my nipples into his wet, hot mouth, I gasp both in surprise and at the delicious beauty of it. My fingers go to his hair to hold his lips closer, forgetting where we are, forgetting everything but White.
“You like that, Buttercup?” he groans once he lets go of my nipple and then starts paying the same attention to the other one.