So, wouldn’t it be a good idea to try things out? Maybe theyshouldhave sex. That way Amira could see what it was like to be a submissive. Maybe she’d like it, maybe she could have a bit of fun and enjoy herself for a change.
But what if shedidn’tlike it? Then things would just be more complicated, which was exactly what Amira didn’t want.
God. She was just thinking in complete circles at this point. There was so much of a push and pull going on in her mind that she was starting to get a headache.
And shit...She’d barely heard a word that Casey, or more accurately, Dr. Rosen had said.
Though, when she looked down at her clipboard, she saw that she’d been scribbling notes. She wondered how on Earth she managed to do that.
She quickly shook her head when she began wondering about that. The last thing she needed wasmorequestions running through her mind right now.
“Does that all sound good?” Casey raised her brow.
“Oh...Um…”
Fuck. What did she say?
Amira quickly scanned her notes, letting out a nervous laugh as she did. Everything that she’d written down looked good, so she nodded. “Yeah, that…that sounds good.”
“Great. We’ll see if this helps her get back on the right track,” Casey continued talking. “If not, we’ll go with plan B, but either way, she’s gonna be alright. We’ll help her however we can, yeah?”
Amira’s eyes darted around quickly, going from Casey’s lips as she licked them, down to Casey’s abnormally attractive hands as she wrote on her own clipboard, up to Casey’s ruffled short brown hair as a few strands fell over her eyes…
Damn. Why was this woman so hot?
Christ. Amira hadn’t thought of anyone ashotsince high school. Maybe college.
“Yeah,” Amira murmured.
Even after work,Amira continued thinking nonstop about Casey. She was starting to get a little concerned with how much Casey was on her mind. It was as if she were obsessed with her or something, and she’d never felt this way before, not even with her ex-wife.
And to make matters worse, the thoughts got progressively dirtier as the day went on. Amira didn’t finish eating her dinner because she was too busy fidgeting around, squeezing her legs together, and trying to will herself not to give in to the urge to touch herself as she imagined Casey picking her up and putting her on top of the counter, forcing her legs open, and eating her out right then and there.
Amira had to cut her bath short because she kept eyeing the showerhead and contemplating whether or not she should use it to get herself off as she imagined Casey bathing with her, soapy hands massaging her skin softly, fingers brushing over her nipples, and sliding down her body until they reached her sex.
Even while she was watching her favorite show before bed, she couldn’t focus on it because her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Casey sitting next to her on the couch, watching the show with her until she got bored, and then she’d turn the tv off, climb on top of Amira, and strip off her clothes before having her way with her for who knows how many hours.
Amira was practically drooling as she pictured it, and when she finally snapped herself back to reality, she decided that it’d be best to just get to bed. She had work the next day anyway, and she’d hardly slept last night so she might as well turn in early tonight to make up for it.
But it was at least two hours after she’d laid down and she was still wide awake, in the same exact boat that she’d been in the night before. Unable to get a wink of sleep because Casey was constantly running through her head, and this time, it was even worse because she wasn’t even having harmless thoughts anymore. No, now she was just thinking of Casey bending her over and spanking her.
She’d never thought about being spanked before. She’d never fantasized about it, she’d never wanted it, she’d never even thought of it. But now she was wondering how that’d feel. She couldn’t imagine thatanythingthat required her being bent over Casey’s lap would feel bad.
She wondered if Casey was even into spanking. Casey hadn’t explicitly stated what she was into personally during her general overview and Amira suddenly felt like she needed to know specifics. Her mind was running on overdrive.
It was so hot in this room. Amira could swear that she’d turned the air conditioning on before laying down, but maybe she hadn’t.
Oh, well. She’d just have to take her shirt and panties off to cool herself down.
And she wasonlytaking them off because she was hot. That was what she told herself as she squirmed her way out of the thin fabric, even as she could clearly hear the air conditioner running.
When she settled herself back in bed, she let out a quiet sigh as she crossed her ankles and rested her hands on her bare stomach, shivering a little from how cool it was in the room.
Her mind was completely empty for a few seconds.
But then…
I wonder what she likes to be called.