“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 Lindsay 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.