“Are you wearing panties?” he asked, his gaze moving up to hers.
“N-no, Sir.”
“Good.” He opened the top desk drawer and placed a couple of heavy steel Ben Wa balls and a tube of arousal cream on the desk in front of her. “I assume you understand what's about to happen here.”
She swallowed visibly. “Y-yes, Sir. But... you can't... we're at... there's somebody out there!” she hissed.
He chuckled. She was so cute when she was flustered. “Oh, I can, and I will. But first, I need to check the seams. I'd hate to have to punish you right here over my desk with a patient waiting.”
Lindsay stood and walked slowly around the desk to stand behind her. He stroked her bare ass, then ran his fingers first down one seam and then the other.
He leaned over her, his mouth next to her ear. “You're lucky today. They're straight. Make sure they stay that way. Or it'll be your ass.”
He took the small heavy metal balls from the desk and inserted first one, and then the other inside her already-wet cunt. Then he rubbed the arousal cream between her legs.
When he was finished, he used one of his plant water misters to clean his hands and dried them on a paper towel. He sat behind the desk and smiled at her.
“That will be all, Miss Foster. Pull the skirt down and send in my ten-thirty. Also, there is some filing I need you to do.” He gestured to a stack of patient files perched precariously on a side table.
“Yes, Sir.” She pulled her skirt down, scooped up the files, and left the room.
Shannon tried to focus on filing, but it was impossible. She could barely remember the alphabet or the order it appeared in due to the combination of the arousal cream and the weight of the heavy metal balls inside her.
In the car that morning, she'd been briefly certain she was his pity fuck—or that he was only doing all this to keep her from killing herself so he wouldn't have to live with the guilt of it.
But she wasn't stupid. She knew that look in a man's eyes, and when she'd walked into his office, Lindsay had it. He'd barely been able to tear his eyes away from her cleavage. As impossible as it still seemed to her, he really wanted her. Still, until a collar was around her throat, she couldn't let herself believe. She wouldn't be able to handle it if he changed his mind or grew tired of this game. And even with the papers, somewhere in her mind it would be a game until the moment the collar was in place. A collar meant real commitment in a way bank transfers just didn't. At least to her.
She pushed away the nagging thought that her last master had put a collar on her. And he hadn't had any trouble taking it off again. He'd probably put it on that other girl as soon as Shannon's bags were packed. It had been a very long time since she'd felt that comforting weight around her throat. She'd been sure she would never get that feeling again, and now that she was so close to it, she didn't want to get her hopes up that it really meant anything. He could take the collar off as easily as he could put it on. It wasn't magic, after all. But it would mean something. Especially at the house. It was a public display of his claim on her.
Shannon looked at the clock on the far wall. It wasn't even eleven yet. This was going to be the longest hour of her life—though thankfully an hour meant fifty minutes in Therapy Time.
A moment later, the phone intercom buzzed and Lindsay's voice filled the front office. “Miss Foster, could you bring us some coffee? I would like mine black and Miss Jamison takes hers with cream.”
Oh you have got to be kidding me.
But instead she said, “Yes, Sir.”
How could she possibly roll the coffee cart in there and pour coffee like nothing illicit was going on? She could prepare the coffee in the outer office and then just take it in to them, but Lindsay had made several office protocols clear to her, and she was sure that all rules fell under the general rules of obeying him. If she didn't, punishment would no doubt follow.
In this case, it might be the denial of the orgasm she so desperately needed.
Shannon took a deep breath and slowly eased out of the chair. She clenched her muscles tightly to keep the Ben Wa balls safe in their place. She let out a relieved sigh that they didn't seem too unbearably heavy, yet. She could do this. Though the arousal cream was another matter entirely. She didn't just have to keep the metal balls from falling out, she had to resist the urge to hump Lindsay's leg, or the patient's, while she was in the inner sanctum.
She put the coffee things on the cart and rolled it into the office. Thankfully the patient seemed too lost in her own thoughts to pay much attention to Shannon. She poured the woman's coffee and the cream and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” the young woman said, politely.
Shannon poured Lindsay's coffee and placed it on the desk beside him. His hand touched her wrist for what seemed like far too long, his thumb gently stroking her hand. She looked over to find the patient engrossed in her coffee.
“Thank you, Miss Foster. That will be all.”
“Yes, Sir.” Shannon rolled the coffee cart back out of the room, shut the door, and leaned against it to get her bearings before going back to filing.
Finally the door opened, the patient walked out, paid her bill, and left. Shannon had already checked the schedule. They had fifteen minutes before the next patient. She wanted to race into his office in hopes of a quickie anything, but instead she waited. She had to remind herself he was working. He had patients. She couldn't constantly distract him or make demands all day.
The intercom came on. “Miss Foster, please come into my office.”
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.”