by Kitty Thomas
Shannon bolted from her chair and tried not to run to him.
Lindsay looked up. “Oh you poor thing. Come here.”
She started to close the door.
“No, leave it open.”
She left it, hoping his next patient wouldn't arrive early. She hesitated at the edge of the desk until he motioned her around to his chair.
He opened the drawer and retrieved the tube of arousal cream.
She shook her head frantically. “Please, Master, no. I can't take anymore.” What he'd put on her before his last appointment still hadn't completely worn off yet.
“Yes you can. You can be a good girl for me and take a little bit more. We have a two hour lunch break after this. Pull up your skirt and open your legs for me.”
Shannon glanced back toward the door to make sure no one was coming in yet, though she wasn't sure it would have made a difference to the doctor.
He carefully rubbed a generous amount of the cream on and around her clit, and just inside her inner walls. She gasped as his finger briefly touched the metal, pressing the balls in deeper for a moment. Then he eased off. It was mortifying just how wet she was.
“Please don't make me bring more coffee. I can barely walk right now.”
He chuckled. “That won't be necessary. Get under my desk.”
She felt her face heat at his suggestion. “What?”
“You heard me. Under the desk. I want you to kneel with your legs spread, so you have to work harder to keep those heavy metal toys from falling out. You may have to pull the skirt up so you can spread properly. This is a hardwood floor. If they fall out, my next appointment will know you're there.”
“I... um...”
“I don't want to have to punish you during our lunch break. I would much rather reward you.”
Shannon got under the desk as Lindsay undid his pants and pulled his cock out..
“No loud sucking noises,” he said. “It's a big thick desk, but it certainly isn't soundproof.”
Before she could respond, she heard the door to the outer office open.
“Come on back,” Lindsay said. “My secretary is busy taking care of a package for me at the moment.”
The footfalls across the hardwood were heavy. Then a very masculine voice. “Hey Doc.”
It had never before occurred to Shannon that Lindsay had male patients. Sure, he had Brian, but he wasn't treating Brian for any sexual issues as far as she was aware. Did he see regular patients also, or did this guy have some sort of sexual problem?
She was pretty sure if he knew what was happening under the desk, any issues he may be having would probably clear right up.
After a couple of minutes of basic pleasantries, the voices of the two men started to drone in the background. Shannon couldn't focus on what they were saying. She had much bigger issues of her own to worry about. Prime among them was the weight of those heavy metal balls inside her. She was so slippery wet, and they were so heavy... drifting downward even as she clenched and fought to keep them in place.
Her muscles were getting tired, and it felt as though the balls would fall out at any moment, and the way she knelt with her legs spread, didn't help the situation. For a moment she considered quietly removing them herself and placing them very carefully on the floor.
It was a substantial dark-stained oak desk. At least it went all the way down to the ground on all sides except for the opening for Lindsay's large chair to fit under. It was a small mercy that the man in the office with Lindsay couldn't just lean down and see her under there.
She wondered if he was hot. He sounded hot. She couldn't decide which was worse, being found out by a very attractive man or an unattractive man. And at what point on that continuum would whichever was worse become worse?
She could take the balls out just until the end of the session, then put them back in. No, he would know. The doctor was very perceptive. And he would ask. And she was a terrible liar. And besides, he knew her too well. There had been all that time in therapy before the house, and... more recently. The doctor knew all her secrets. It was madness to think she could get away with a lie like this.
She thought about just closing her legs, but she was sure Lindsay would ask about that, too. She was sure he'd know if she disobeyed him. And she really didn't want to spent a two hour lunch period being punished after all this.
In addition to the fear and worry about being found out, the second dose of the cream was starting to have an even stronger effect than the first. It was taking all her concentration not to just start loudly moaning like some feral cat.
Finally, she decided that if she had to worry about being caught, then so did the doctor. She edged closer to him and ran her fingertips gently over his cock, then she blew on it. He shuddered. Shannon smiled. The doctor might have a lot of explaining to do. Maybe he should have thought his plan out better.
She slowly licked down the length of his shaft and then gave him soft, open mouthed kisses, taking her time, imagining him barely keeping it together with his patient. He did seem to stumble over a few of his words here and there.
After several minutes of this, she took him fully into her mouth and started to gently—and quietly—suck.
She was beginning to feel pretty pleased with herself until she lost focus on the one most important thing for a split second and the balls fell out. The sound of them hitting the floor was deafening. And they didn't just hit the floor, they bounced, each time seeming as if it were somehow louder than the first. They bounced off the floor and against the inner walls of the desk until finally they stopped.
Shannon froze. It wasn't as though Lindsay could lie and say he dropped something. His hands were on the fucking desk, likely in full view of the patient. And nobody else was supposed to be here.
The doctor would be in trouble. Big trouble. He would no doubt be furious with her. It took everything inside her not to start crying because if she did, there was definitely no way he could explain that away.
“What was that?” the patient asked.
“It's my very naughty fuck toy, earning herself a punishment.”
He hadn't just said that. He couldn't have just said that.
In contradiction to every reaction she'd expected, the patient chuckled. “You dog,” he said. “Can I meet her?”
“Absolutely. Come out, kitten. Come out and meet Damian Brand.”
The doctor zipped himself back up and pushed back from the desk. He leaned down. “It's okay,” he whispered, “Trust me.”
She took the hand he offered her and allowed the doctor to pull her out from under the desk. He guided her around to Damian. She looked down, unable to meet the eyes of the stranger.
Then a hand was under her chin, gently raising her gaze to his. She sucked in a breath. His looks matched his voice exactly. Hot. His hair was dark and wavy which just brought out his eyes. They were an electric blue, which by their very color could no doubt appear harsh and cold, but right now they were warm. Damian stroked the side of her face.
“She's lovely,” he said softly not taking his eyes from hers.
Shannon was glad the scars were covered. Sure, he thought she was lovely now, but that attitude would shift the second he saw her back, and the rest of it.
Before she could process what was happening, the stranger had pressed his thumb into her mouth. Her gaze flew to Lindsay. He leaned casually against his desk, arms crossed over his chest. He nodded once.
She turned back to Damian and sucked his thumb into her mouth. His other hand moved down to fondle her breast. Again she looked to Lindsay, unsure if this was okay or how far this was going.
“You don't have to seek my permission,” Lindsay said. “Damian has free reign.”
What the hell did that mean? Was this some sort of weird sex therapy? Had they discussed something like this before today?
“I'm going to fuck you over your boss's desk while he watches,” Damian growled in her ear. But he said it loud enough for Lind
say to hear.
Lindsay only chuckled at that and came up behind her. His hands deftly moved around her to unbutton the buttons of the silky low-cut blouse. She didn't protest as the doctor slid it off her. Damian held her gaze ensnared in his as his hands moved to cup her breasts over the black lace bra.
“Straddle me,” he growled, hiking her skirt up so she could obey his command.
When she straddled him, she felt his hard, enormous erection straining through his pants as if fighting to get to her.
The pressure from the bra loosened as the clasp was released and Lindsay removed this scrap of fabric with as little resistance as the last.
She panicked. “No!”
Damian's brow rose. She couldn't turn to see Lindsay's reaction because if she did, Damian would see the scars. She couldn't stand the thought of him deflating underneath her, his cock shrinking from the sight of her mauled back. She was already afraid he would look too closely and find the ones wrapping around her shoulders already in his full view.
As if somehow knowing the source of her protest, the stranger leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against a scar on her shoulder. It caused some of the tension to drain from her. He did this with all of them until she settled in his arms.
“Lovely,” he repeated, confirming that his original assessment remained unchanged in light of these stark imperfections.
Lindsay was closer now, his front pressed against her back, his own erection pressing hard against her skin. He leaned down and whispered, “Grind your hot little cunt against him.”
The doctor was clearly excited over the prospect of sharing her. It had never occurred to Shannon that anything like this would ever happen to her after everything.
Damian smiled, a dark delicious smile, waiting for her to press her wet heat against him. She felt the flush rising up her neck and into her face as she began to grind against his cock. He groaned at the sensation.
It took everything in her not to start panting and moaning and gasping on his lap. He felt so good between her legs. She wanted to scream in frustration at this stupid fabric that stood between them. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted Lindsay to watch this stranger fuck her. And she didn't care what it said about her. It had been far too long since she'd played these games.
Damian's smile twisted into a smirk as if he could read her mind. “You filthy little whore,” he said, appreciatively.
She was so caught up in this turn of events that she didn't notice when Lindsay stepped away—or when he returned—until the flogger landed in a harsh crack against her back. She jumped and gasped at the sudden sharp pain.
“I told you there would be punishment if you dropped those balls,” he said.
The ache between her legs only intensified. She needed someone inside her now. She didn't care who. One of them. Both of them. It didn't matter.
The flogger snapped across her skin again. “Don't you dare come until I give you permission,” Lindsay said. “You are here for Mr. Brand's pleasure.”
Mr. Brand chuckled at that, pulling her further into him, holding her upper body in place so she couldn't struggle away from her punishment. He moved one hand to her ass, guiding and urging her to rub against him harder. The flogger came down again.
There were tears in her eyes now as she rested her cheek on the man's shoulder. He petted her hair and soothed her with “Shhhh, shhhh.” as she continued to move against him.
“Master, please,” she whimpered. She knew they were at the office, and she wasn't supposed to call him that here, but it wasn't like the patient could possibly be all that shocked. Not with the turn things had taken in the last few minutes.
“You have to learn, kitten,” Lindsay said, letting the flogger come down on her again. She felt the heat rising up off her back like steam.
“Please,” she whimpered again, still moving against Damian's hard length while the stranger petted her hair and soothed her. It was no question which one of them was playing the good cop and which was playing the bad cop.
She heard the doctor's footsteps recede and let out a sigh of relief, but the relief didn't last long. Damian continued pressing her down against him, increasing the friction... maddening her. She was so close to the edge.
“Please, Master, tell me to come. Please.”
Lindsay chuckled. “No. Not yet.”
Damian stilled her and then leaned close to her ear.
“I want you to go over there and lean over the desk. Stretch your arms out in front of you, your palms resting flat.”
When she lifted her head off his shoulder and nodded, he brushed the tears off her face, and kissed her cheek. “Good girl. And when you get there, I want you to open yourself to me. Just surrender, and let me take you.”
His words sent a thrill down her spine as she got up to do as he asked.
Lindsay had moved back to his chair, his body mere inches from her when she leaned over the desk. The doctor's gaze dropped to her breasts, and he placed his hands over her wrists, holding her in place for Damian.
“Kitten, you will watch me while he fucks you. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes, Master.”
A slow, satisfied smile spread over his face at the continued use of a title in front of a stranger.
A low moan rumbled out of her as Damian's fingers pressed into her wetness, sliding against her like warm silk.
“She is so fucking wet,” Damian said.
“Yes, I spent all morning preparing her. You're welcome.”
Damian chuckled.
Shannon still couldn't believe this was happening.
She let out something between a whimper and a gasp when he thrust fully inside her. “Fuck, she's tight. How is she this tight?”
“Besides me, recently, kitten, how long has it been since you've had a cock inside that sweet little cunt?”
Shannon couldn't think. She tried to count backwards in her head. When exactly had the sex stopped at the house? “Five... no six years.”
“Damn,” Damian said. “That's a drought.” Then he leaned in close to her ear... “Don't worry, baby, you're going to be so busy now, you'll be grateful you had that reprieve.”
He began to drive harder into her, his fingers digging into her hips holding her in place.
“Please,” she whimpered, directing her begging at Lindsay, the only one who could let her come.
He nodded slowly. “Go ahead, kitten”
Shannon sighed in relief as she let herself go, let the sensations Damian was building inside her grow until the orgasm her body had spent hours begging for, finally pulsed through her in wave after wave of pleasure. She screamed, not caring that they were in an office building, that the walls were probably paper thin, that other professionals were writing memos and filing papers and drinking their coffee so close to this not-so-private pocket of depravity.
Damian came soon after with a hard final thrust and a low growl of his own. There was no way anyone in a nearby office could confuse what they'd heard: the sounds of rampant fucking in the next office over. Sure, many of them were probably getting blow jobs from their secretaries, but they had the good taste to be quiet about it.
Shannon and Damian hadn't been quiet about it.
Damian pulled out of her and righted his clothing. She stayed where she was, trapped in the grip of Lindsay's hands still on her wrists.
“Damian, are the seams on her stockings straight down the back of her legs?” Lindsay asked, never taking his eyes from hers.
“Nope,” Damian said with a chuckle as if he knew what was next. Had these two played like this together in the past? She pushed that weird thought out of her mind. Of course they hadn't. That was crazy.
Lindsay shook his head in mock disappointment. “Such a shame. Would you like to punish her?”
Shannon's gaze flew to Damian's. He gave her a heated look in return.
“Oh, yes,” he said.
“Please, Damian,” she whimpered, her begging shifting to t
he new big scary in the room.
“Sir,” he corrected.
She looked to Lindsay again, but the doctor only nodded.
“Sir,” she said more softly.
She watched, breath held, as he crossed the room to Lindsay's box of toys, glancing down absently at a nice watch that surely was more fashion statement than time keeper in the age of ubiquitous cell phones.
“Hmmmm,” he said. “Doc? Do you mind if I take a rain check on this punishment? I want it to be... memorable.”
Lindsay laughed. “Sure.” Then he turned to Shannon. “You have a reprieve, please go straighten your seams and wait in the outer office for me. I need to speak with Mr. Brand for a moment. Then we'll go to lunch.”
Shannon went to the outer office, closed the door behind her, and sat at the desk behind a small mountain of papers she needed to copy, fax, and file for various reasons.
Now that the excitement of the moment had passed, she was worried. It was obvious the doctor knew this guy pretty well, so maybe he could be trusted. But what if he couldn't be? What if Lindsay lost his practice over this? Everything that had just happened definitely went far outside the bounds of professional ethics. But the doctor hadn't seemed worried so maybe she shouldn't be either.
Still, she was relieved when the door opened and Lindsay and Damian seemed to be wrapping up a friendly conversation.
Damian stopped by her desk and took her hand in his. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Shannon. I will see you again very soon.” He kissed the back of her hand and left.
“Ready for lunch, kitten?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was sure he wouldn't want her slipping into calling him Master at the office as a habit.
He seemed to be in a good mood. Maybe things were less dire than she thought.
***
Lindsay glanced at Shannon as he drove. She seemed okay—maybe a little worried. He would have to explain part of things, but he wasn't ready to tell her everything.
The truth was, he was far too old for her. The kinds of things she needed—it was one thing to have been denied them all the years she'd been at the house. It was quite another to have them, and then lose them again due to their divergent ages.
