“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 the 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.”