Page 148 of Trouble from Abroad
I close the distance and pull her body into mine, grinding my hard-on against her before I even lay out the rules.
“This is my place of work, Trouble. My officewalls are paper-thin.” Blatant lie. I’ve had full-blown arguments with colleagues about cases in this office, and not a single word carried. But this suits the game I’m about to play with her. “You make a sound, we stop. You will swallow every noise for me, understand?”
Mia bites her lower lip, always so eager to please.
“Sit on my desk. I haven’t eaten a thing today. You’re about to be my next meal.”
Her thighs twist, and she lets out the softest whimper. My good girl is already following my orders.
I drop into my chair, which feels like a throne right now, and watch her come to me. Her tentative steps grow bolder, and by the time she nears my desk, Mia’s turned the office into a runway and me into a captive audience of one.
She hoists herself onto my desk and crosses her legs, all fake composure. She won’t hold that pose for long.
“What brings you to my office today, Miss…” I flip through an imaginary chart. “Thorne?”
Her smile doubles and I know she’s up for some role playing.
“Oh, Doctor. It’s my pussy. It’s swollen and aching. It feels like it has a pulse.” She spreads her thighs and taps just above her clit, giving me a full view. “Right here.”
“Gyne isn’t my department, but since you’re already here, and in such desperate need of attention…”
“Doctor, you took an oath to help others!”
I almost crack up. I don’t know if it’s her sheer desperation to come or her full commitment to this over-the-top porno performance, but it sparks something wicked in me.
“As I was saying, since you’re here, I’ll do my best totreat you. I don’t have the right instruments, so I’ll have to improvise.”
“Improvise?”
“Yes. You’ll have to trust me.”
Her throat works, and the gown’s drawstring trembles.
“I trust you, Doctor. Please help me,” she begs.
“Grab the edges of the table with your hands. Good girl.”
I have a massive mahogany desk, sturdy enough to take both of us, I’d bet. So when I tell her to put her feet up next, ass right on the edge, she ends up splayed out beautifully for me. Cunt on display. Exactly where I want her.
“Like… like this, Doctor?”
Her legs tremble. Whether it’s an act or pure need, I’ll find out soon enough.
Smirking, I kiss the inside of her thigh, and massage the other. “Just like that. You said you trusted me, right? Now, be a good patient and relax those legs for me.”
I roll my chair in, heel-lock the casters, and ease her knees apart, spreading her out.
I breathe on her cunt, and goosebumps pebble on her thighs. “Oh, fuck,” she whispers. Her knees try to close, but I push them wider.
“Don’t worry, the doctor will see where it aches now. But first…” I catch the cord at her waist, the one that will pull her hospital gown open. “I’ll be conducting a thorough examination today, Miss. I’d like to take a good look at you. Do you mind?”
“You want to see all of me, Doctor?”
“Every inch, baby.” I drop character for a second as our eyes never leave each other.
“Do it,” she says with a shaky voice.
I drink in the sight of the woman I’m going to make my wife. The woman who has brought joy back into my life. The woman soaking my table.
