hannah

“Are you gonna examine me?” You ask, your tone carrying a sensual undertone.

Sevika spares you a glance, “you’d hope so.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “what does that mean?”

“Don’t worry, you trust me, don’t you?”

You nod slowly, fingers curling in the bedsheets as you watch the rather attractive doctor move between your legs. She’s not touching you yet but her presence between your legs is enough to have you damp and needy for her touch already.

She looks down, and smirks. “Needy, aren’t we?”

“Mmm… what’re you gonna do?” You ask impatiently.

Sevika doesn’t answer once again, hands resting on either of your knees, massaging them gently.

“What I know is, when push comes to shove, everyone obeys their doctor.”

You blinked. “What’s that—?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll find out.”

You feel her press against you—the bulge straining against her pants. She’s hard. Rock-hard.

You gulp, and nod. “I want it, doctor…”

“Good,” she chuckles, unzipping herself. She’s fully hard.

Sevika slips on a condom smoothly, making sure it’s secure before she guides it to your entrance. She doesn’t put it in immediately.

She teases, rubbing the head of it around.

“S-Sev—”

“Doctor.” She corrects.

Your cheeks flush, calling her doctor in an intimate setting like this… it only makes you more excited. You want her to fuck you already, fuck you until you’re a shaking, cumming mess.

You push back.

Sevika withdraws slightly.

“Doctor,” you whimper, “I need you.”

“Hold patience,” she scolds.

You pout, “but—”

“But nothing,” Sevika says, pressing your engorged clit.

You whine softly, cunt throbbing with need as you feel her apply pressure on your sensitive part. She rubs deliberate circles around the area, knowing just how much of an effect she has on you.

“Please, doctor,” you plead, hoping she takes pity on you.

But she doesn’t. She’s clinical, methodical, like she’s genuinely just examining you—not about to fuck your brains out.

“Tell me, sweetheart, are you still not gonna take your meds?”

Then it occurs to you—this is her way of breaking you down until you’re ready to take the pills. You shake your head, stubborn and hell-bent on not obeying. You see the twitch in her brows, she doesn’t let you win though.

She resorts back to her cock, gently putting it inside. Your pussy stretches around the intrusion, arousal trickling down your thigh. You’re warm and tight, welcoming her in. Your walls are wrapped around her snuggly.

She moves slowly—not rushing. You feel her thumb on your clit again, rubbing the nub as she fucks your cunt.

You stare up at her, the slight smile on her lips like she knows what she’s doing but you’re a little confused. It’s unlike Sevika to fuck with gentleness…

There’s definitely a plan behind this.

She slams herself deep—not harshly, just deep. You moan under your breath, clenching around her. She rubs your clit, pinching the bundle of nerves—it earns a gasp from you.

“I’m close, doctor…” you whisper.

She smiles, pulling out entirely.

You’re flabbergasted.

“What the fuck, Sev!?”

SMACK!

You squeak and grab your now smacked cunt.

“Doctor.” She corrects again, “bad patients don’t get to cum.”

“But doctor, I—”

“If you take your medicine, you can cum.”

You don’t want to take it. But you also don’t wanna sleep unsatisfied tonight.

With an annoyed huff, you pout and say, “fine, I’ll take it…”

Sevika smiles, as if she hasn’t been tormenting your poor puffy cunt. “Good girl,” she says as she retrieves the pills for you, offering them with her clean hand. You take it and she gets you a glass of water.

“Can I cum now?” You ask.

She doesn’t answer verbally—instead she slams herself back in. Your eyes widen, a small sound escaping you. She slams herself all the way to the hilt, moaning as you tighten around her length.

“Doctor—oh! Fuck, that feels so good.” You throw your head back, hair splayed across the pillow perfectly as she ravished your pussy.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the private cabin, your thighs trembling around her as Sevika fucks you senseless.

“I’m cumming…” you mumble, voice barely anything above a whine, and finally come undone around her length.

She slowly pulls out, condom filled with her release.

“See, you can be good when you want to be.”

“Yeah, haha…” you fixed your sleeve, “took me a while to get the job anyway. I don’t really need it,” you said simply, “but I suppose a job would keep me from getting bored.”

“That’s new.” Sevika said with an amused smirk.

“Yeah, my parents died last month and left an inheritance.”

“I’m sorry to—”

“Don’t be, they weren’t much parent-like anyway.” You crossed your arms.

“Ah… I see. Well, good luck on the job though.”

“Doubt I’ll need it,” you smiled, “I have all the qualifications a person could ask for.”

Sevika nodded, “beauty and brains.”

You rolled your eyes at that, “flirting and we just met?”

Sevika leaned back, clearly caught in her antics, “gee, can’t a girl compliment another girl?”

“You’re doing that thing with your eye when you check me out,” you said with a little chuckle, “ain’t easy to date me though, don’t bother.”

The traffic let up, and you crossed the road. Sevika didn’t. She stared after you, watching the way your overcoat bellowed after you dramatically.

Then, slowly she held her heart, and said, “fuck, I love her already.”

Romance wasn’t something Sevika was necessarily interested in. Life had been rather eventful ever since her business took off.

She had been getting girls left and right, but none of them wanted a committed relationship. Everyone just wanted sex, one-night stands, and money. It was so bad that at this point, Sevika was traumatized by love.

Sometimes, Sevika even regretted getting rich, but whenever she looked around and saw how other people struggled with money, while she had the ability and power of helping whoever she wanted to help— she always rethought everything.

Maybe it’s just for the best. Maybe she was meant to be all alone anyway.

She entered the building, walking straight to her office when her assistant caught up with her.

“We have someone applying for the General Counsel position… I’ve got her waiting for you.”

“Okay, we can get to her right now, actually.” Sevika said, checking her watch.

“Amazing,” her assistant led her down the stairs and to the room where you sat.

Your eyes met hers. Sevika smirked slightly, your lips pursed.

“Glad to see you again,” Sevika walked inside.

You just nodded.

“We will be going down a more practical style of interview,” Sevika sat across from you, “I asked to personally overview this position’s interviewing process because of how delicate it can be to hand such power to someone who doesn’t have to earn the company’s trust by climbing the chain of command gradually.”

“I assure you I have enough resources to last me a lifetime, and I am here solely to help your company and guide it to greatness.”

“... You speak highly of yourself,” Sevika said smoothly, but not condescending, just plain respectful, “let’s test that out, yeah?”

You dismantled hypothetical lawsuits like you were untying ribbons. Regulatory traps, shareholder disputes, a fabricated ethics scandal designed to make you sweat, but spoiler alert— you didn’t even flinch.

Next Monday, you arrived with newfound ego and confidence. Sevika guided you to your office, the hallway to the executive floor gleamed like it had been polished by angels with anxiety disorders. Glass walls. Soft lighting.

“You impressed the board,” Sevika said, “with your certificates.”

You glanced at her, “I didn’t realise they were so easy to please.”

Sevika looked at you with an interested gaze. The kind of gaze women would die for. “They’re not. That’s the issue. You’re very intellectual, and I appreciate a woman of your caliber to take this position.”

You looked at her— properly this time, and finally allowed yourself a tiny smirk, “good. I only work where I’m appreciated.”

Sevika swore she felt herself get a bit wet but she held her composure.

You turned to face her once you both stopped outside the office.

“I’ll need full access to previous litigation records. Digital and physical copies. Also, the compliance team’s reports for the last five years. And a direct line to you for urgent matters.”

Sevika stared for a good few seconds and blinked slowly. “My assistant will make sure you get everything you require to get started.”

“Thank you.”

Sevika’s face felt hot.

She didn’t know why. She didn’t want to know. She hated the effect you had on her, but she couldn’t help it. You were just a tiny thing. Much shorter even with your heels on and everything but still somehow your tone and presence made her fold easy.

She cleared her throat loudly.

“You’re welcome.”

And she left for her own office.

Sevika waited just for the time when you got out of your office and went to the parking lot. You walked, heels clicking against the floor and then the asphalt.

Sevika walked towards you, pretending to also be clocking out, “how are things going? Are you settling in just fine?”

You turned to her. “Spit it out, what do you want?”

Sevika blinked, taken aback. You continued.

“I’ve been watching you. You’ve been sneaking glances at me like you get paid for it. I don’t appreciate the dance, just tell me what you want.”

“A date.” Sevika said boldly.

You stared. “A date?” You echoed, voice almost malicious.

“Yes, a date.” Sevika said carefully.

“Cute,” you crossed your arms and tilted your head, “do me one thing, yeah? Find out what my favourite flowers are, and get me a big nice bouquet and ask me out again once you do, okay?”

You giggled and got in your car. “Bye bye, boss,” you said, tone teasing before you revved out of the parking space, and just like that— drove off.

Sevika was in so much trouble.

It was midnight when she was on her laptop, browsing through all the social media pages she could find using your full name— which she may or may not have gotten from your work papers. It was almost impossible to get a proper hint at what your favourite anything was, let alone flowers. Just as she was about to give off, she noticed the little pin you always wore.

Orchids.

She mentally noted that when she closed her laptop, and couldn’t help smiling in the dark as if you were her first love.

She mumbled to herself, “fuck, I really am crazy for her.”

Crazy didn’t even begin to describe how insane Sevika felt as she watched through the tiny gap of the door. The delivery was meant to be subtle but how would such a big bouquet be a subtle delivery.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the flowers and you got an instant flashback of when you challenged Sevika. It had only been a day since that conversation and now you stood in the middle of your office, staring at the poor delivery man holding a giant bouquet of orchids that blocked his view easily.

Your eyes met Sevika’s peeking through the gap. She quickly closed the door. You smiled to yourself.

“Thank you, place them here,” you said, voice soft and absent.

Yeah. People had gotten you flowers before. You weren’t new to all this but something about Sevika doing all this for you made you feel soft. Like you were falling in love for the first time and you hated it so much.

Later through the day, Sevika finally appeared at the doorframe— arms crossed, a smug smile on her lips as she stared on, “does that mean I got the date secured?”

You held back a smile, “pick a nice place.”

“Alrighty, princess.”

The date was lavish in search of a better word. Candlelight, slow music, splendid food with extravagant prices but none of the both of you paid any attention to the numbers anyway. Sevika was chivalrous, it made your heart do the weird thing where it would beat a little too fast. By the time the night came to an end, Sevika was walking you back to your car.

“Tell me. Doesn’t it ever bother you that I’m so much… younger?” You asked, hands holding your purse and phone as you walked.

“No,” Sevika answered, “you may be young but you’ve got the experience, otherwise you wouldn’t be working with me.”

You couldn’t help smiling— a little giddy. She said “with” and not “under”, and that said a lot about her.

“Thank you.” You stopped inches away from your car.

“It’s just the truth.”

“No, I meant— thank you for dinner. I had a great time.”

Sevika smiled, “then that’s all that matters.”

You hesitated just for a fraction of a second, then reached forward and kissed her cheek.

“I look forward to how things go between us.”

Sevika— now eyes wide and cheeks bright red— could only let out an incoherent sound. You giggled and got in your car.

“Goodnight, baby, drive safe,” you blew a kiss her way and drove off.

The way Sevika made your heart beat faster, the way she didn’t let your age define you even if you were in your twenties and she was in her forties. The way she made sure that you received princess treatment.

It was too much. It made you feel too vulnerable. And that scared you.

So you did what you did best. You drank.

“Hello..?” Sevika’s voice was a little puzzled on the other side of the phone.

“Oh… please, please, keep talking,” you said, voice cracking.

“H-hey— what are you doing? Are you okay?” Sevika asked, already reaching for her car keys.

“I’m fine! Just keep talking, Sev… please?” You sounded so lonely and sultry. Like you desperately needed to be pounded into the mattress and Sevika of course couldn’t just leave you all high and dry.

“You touchin’ yourself, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Mhm…” you hummed back, embarrassed, “just guide me, please.”

“There you go, pull them out, baby. Do as I say,” Sevika said, throat feeling drier than it was, the thrill of the moment making her heart throb harder.

“I did…”

“Okay, now— put in two fingers, okay?”

“Mhm…”

She heard the wet sound on the other end. It was barely audible but she heard it anyway. It egged her on.

“Move them. Slowly. That’s it, baby. All the way to your knuckles. That feel good?” Sevika asked, trying her best not to stammer.

“Would’ve been better if they were yours.” You answered with a little whine, “but it’s good… it’s so good. Ohhh…”

Your slurred voice gave you away.

Sevika chuckled and asked, “how much have you had to drink?”

“Not much, don’t worry about it.” You said quickly.

“Add another finger. Dirty girl.”

“Whyyyyy…?”

“Because I said so.”

You moved three fingers inside slowly, wet cunt tight around the intruding digits as you moved them in and out.

“They’re so much,” you moaned into the phone.

Sevika swallowed thickly, “that’s it. Keep going, baby.”

“I wish they were your fingers,” you complained, “you have thick fingers… big hands…”

“Been starin’ at my hand all day, huh?”

“Mhm, how could I not? Your hands are so sexy… so veiny…”

“You close, love?” Sevika asked.

“So close,” you slurred.

“You wanna cum for me, baby? Make it all messy, hmm?”

“Yes, yes!”

Before you knew it, you were creaming all over your fingers and the sheets. You breathed heavily on the other side for a while, not saying a word. The silence made Sevika’s eyebrows furrow.

“Baby?”

No response.

She chuckled to herself. You’d probably knocked yourself out with the strength of that orgasm. Nevertheless, she cut the call and went to bed herself— unable to stop thinking about the way you moaned her name.

-

The next day, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Although you were very drunk, you still remembered that you’d called Sevika and made her talk you through the humiliating act of fingering yourself to Sevika. Now, all you could feel was sharp humiliation.

You owed her an apology for taking this relationship a bit too far in such a short period of time considering you’d only just been to your first date with her yesterday.

You made it to the office building earlier than other days, making a beeline to Sevika’s office room.

You made the grave mistake of swinging the door open and walking in— the sight was otherworldly.

Sevika was leaned back on her office chair, hand down her pants as she rubbed herself. Her head was thrown back, lips parted as she moaned softly— your name on her lips.

When you barged inside, she yanked her hand out, pure horror on her face.

“You— knock first!” She said, cheeks red and eyes wide.

You paused right where you were.

“Sevika…”

“Don’t— don’t bring this up,” she said, looking away.

“Sevika, it’s okay,” you closed the door behind yourself, “just admit it. You like me.”

Sevika’s eyes narrowed, “and you like my hands.”

You let out a deep breath, “so we’re playing this game.”

You walked up to her desk and without saying anything, and sat on the edge of her desk.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to call me the way you did last night.”

“Neither did I… but we should finish what we started.”

Sevika got up slowly, hands on either side of your body as she leaned closer. Her breath washed over your face, lips meeting yours and without even realising it, you melted it. You let her kiss you. She kissed you deep, letting her hand wander down, pushing past your waistband.

Her fingers rubbed your pussy lips before she stuck inside two fingers. You moaned into the kiss, pulling apart.

Your cheeks heated up as you looked away, unable to meet eyes with her. She curled her fingers with a smirk, starting to move her fingers in and out. Her thumb found what she was looking for, she rubbed your clit.

You gasped, grabbing her shoulders, fingernails digging into them.

“Oh my god. Sevika— you’re better at this than I expected.” You murmured, hiding your face in her shoulder.

“I know, just take me, babygirl. You’ve been daydreaming about this since our first date.”

“How can I not when you always look so good?”

She kissed you again, this time shoving inside another finger. Three fingers pumping in your needy cunt making the most lewd sounds ever. You clenched around her, feeling the rough skin rubbing against your velvety inner walls.

Your arms wrapped around her tighter, one heel slipping off and falling to the floor.

“Someone could walk in on us like this,” you said.

“Let them, you’re mine now anyway,” Sevika growled, leaving marks on your neck, making sure you’d have a hard time hiding them.

“I’m— oh— I can’t. I’m gonna cum.”

“Sensitive from last night, aren’t we?”

“Shut up…”

Sevika chuckled, victorious, “just cum, babygirl.”

You did.

It was embarrassing. Cumming on your boss’s fingers as you moaned her name into her shoulder, her hickeys on your neck and fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy.

But you’d have to get used to this. This was your love life now— something you swore would never be as cliché as this.