ABOUTYOU’REALLOURS
Isaac
Iwasthetrapheset,andshewashisprey.YetwhenImeetthewomanatthecenterofmyfather’stwistedfixation, there’ssuddenlynothingIwantmorethanapieceofherformyself.Together,we’llclaimDr.Mooreandmakeherours.Andif wehavetorockherworldtodoit?Sobeit.
Bernard
She’severythingI’vewantedandeverythingI’mnotallowedtohave.Therulesofsocietyhavegrownincreasingly trivialasmydesireandobsessiongrowsforthesweet,youngtherapistwhoworksbeneathme soI’vedecidedtobreak them.I’mgoingtodragMeredithintomyworldandoneday,maybeshe’llthankmeforit.
Meredith
They’reasinthatwilldamnmeifIindulgeintheirinsanity.YetthemoretimeIspendaroundthesetwo,thedeeperI sinkintotheirdelusion.WillIletthesetwomendestroyeverythingI’vebuilt?Orwillwesomehowfindawaytomakethis work,hereinthedeep,darkshadows?
You’re All Ours is a MFM story where the father and son share their captive.
ThisisanextensionofHerRisquéPrescriptionandafull-lengthnovellawithaHEA Thestoryissetinfirstpersonwith multiplePOVs.Thestorycontainsmaterialthatmaybeupsettingforsomereaders.Contentincludes,butisnotlimitedto: forbiddenlove,reverseagegap,kidnapping,captivity,dubcon,noncon,blackmail,stalking,birthcontroltampering,drugging, painfuledging,forcedorgasms,father-sonsharing,lightmanipulation,morallygraycharacters.
I’M SINKING INTO THE LEATHER SOFA
Thecushioniswellbrokenin,theleatheritselfissofttothetouch.It’sanexpensivepieceoffurniture.Probablythemost valuablethingintheroom Thewallofbookshelvestomyrightisnewish Havingbeeninstalledamonthago,I’venotedthe increaseinbooksbeingdisplayed.Theliteratureisallabouttheadvancementofmentalhealth,afewhow-tos,multipleselfhelpnovels,andgoodfuckingLord howmanybooksonthepowerofpositivitydoesonepersonneed?
It’sfunny,theseshelvesarethepolaroppositeofthematerialfoundonDr MeredithMoore’sshelvesatherresidence Iwanttoaskheraboutthat.Whydoesn’tshebringthatfilthshereadstotheoffice?I’msureafewofherpatientswouldget akickoutofthem ButaskingheraboutthecontentsofherhomewouldrevealasecretI’mnotquitereadytoshare Soonthough.
Curiosityledmetostealafewofthewell-lovedpaperbacksafewmonthsback Imadesuretograbtheoneswherethe spineswerecrackedandcreased,withpagesthathaveoldwatermarksfromspilleddrinksandbentcorners.Booksthatshe goesbacktotimeandtimeagainoutofcomfortorsimplyduetothegraphiccontent.
Thosestoriesarecertainlyentertainingtoread ButIpreferrealpussytothefictionalkind Infact,thereisoneinparticular thatI’mabsolutelyravenousfor…
Iholdthegazeofthewomanwhositsacrosstheroomfromme She’sinthemiddleofsomespielabouthowtohandlethe stressoftheholidays.MostofitItuneout,thoughIdoenjoythesoundofDr.Moore’sdeep,sultryvoice.
“So,youdothinkyou’llbeokgoinghometoexperienceaproperChristmas,Isaac?”
Thewayshesaysmyname…Inwardly,Imoan.Mydick,alwaysathalf-mastwhenI’maroundher,twitches.
Soon buddy,Ipromiseit.
Clearingmythroat,Iconsidermyanswerbeforeresponding “Youknowwhat?Ithinkthingsmightbedifferentthisyear I feellikethingsmightbelookingupforme.”
OneofDr Moore’sperfectlymanicuredbrowsslidesupwardininterest Atthesametime,herskirtshifts It’sbarely noticeable,butI’multraawareofeverythingshedoes.Mysmilegrows.Itdoesn’tmatterthatmytherapistdresseslikea fuckingnun,actslikeasaint,andspeakswiththepatienceofawisepriestess.Beneaththisfacadeisafuckingslut,andthereis nothingI’dlovemorethantoseeherunravelbeneathme.
Asitis,hernipplesstrainagainstherblouse they’resotautI’msurprisedtheyhaven’ttornthroughthematerial.Saliva gathersinmymouth WhatIwouldn’tgivetowrapmylipsaroundonehardenedbud
“Well,giventhatyou’renotgoingtobealonethisyear,I’mnotsurprised.Howdoyoufeelaboutthat?”
No,Icertainlywillnotbe alone thisyear ButIhaven’treallyeverbeenaloneduringtheholidays ShejustthinksIhave It’sallpartofthegameI’vebeeninvitedtoplaybyanother.Meredithhasnoideathere’sbeenatrapsetforherofherown making.Maybe,ifshewasthecomposed,professionaltherapistshepretendedtobe,shewouldn’tbeinthemessthat’sabout tounfold
But,unfortunatelyforher,sheisnot.Theprovocativeafter-houractivitiessheindulgesinhaveputheronapaththatwill leadtoherundoingandstraightintothejawsoftwohungrypredators “I’mprettyfuckingstokedaboutitactually.”
Hergazedoesn’tleavemyface Dr Moore’scarefullyschooledexpressiongivesnothingawayasshewaitsformoreofan explanation.Ileanbackagainstthecouch,lovinghowshe’stryingsohardnottogiveherthoughts,andherdesire,away. Becausewhileherexpressionsaysnothing,hereyesareanotherstory.
HerpupilsareblownsowidethatIcanhardlyseethebrowninthem Herlips,paintedanaturalpink,areslightlyparted asshesucksinshort,sharpbreaths.Herskirtmovesagain.AtellifI’veeverseenone.God,she’sgoingtolooksofucking goodlookingupatmelikethiswhenIhaveheronherknees
“I’mpleasedtohearyou’relookingforwardtotheholidays.Foralotofpeople,thisisaroughtimeofyear.”
“Ohyeah?What’sitlikeforyou?Yougoinganywhereorisanyonecomingover?”
Ialreadyknowtheanswer.Theotherpredatorinthisgamehasdonehisresearch.Meredithdoesn’tspeaktoherfather.
Hasn’tinyears.Andhermotherhaspassed.Theonlyotherfamilyshehasisanolderbrotherwho’sbeeninthewindforthe pastdecade.She’sverymuchalone.
“Notquite,”sheadmits,givingnootherinsightintoherpersonalsituationasalways Itdoesn’tmatterhowcasually,ordirectly,Iaskaboutherlife.Meredithisaclosedbook.That’swhyIresortedtobreaking andenteringatherhome HowelsewasIsupposedtoknowwhoIwasdealingwith?WhenIwasfirstaskedtoseducethis woman,Iwasgivenverylittleinformation.Sincethen,ourfileonMeredithhasgrownsignificantly,thankstomyefforts.
“Thisyearisgoingtobedifferentforthebothofus,Icanfeelit,”IpromiseherasIdropmyfootoffthecouchcushion, whereit’sbeenrestingforthepasttwentyminutes.Mymouthpullswiderasexcitementleachesintomyveins.“Butthere’s anotherreasonI’mexcitedaboutbeingaroundthisyear.I’mgiftingmyselfsomethingextraspecial.”
Casually,Meredithrecrossesherankles Damn,canshepressherthighstogetheranytighter?“Oh?Whatareyougiving yourselfthisyear?”
“I’lltellyou ”Iglanceattheclockbehindher,“ nexttimeIseeyou Lookslikeourtimeisup,doc” Disappointmentflickersacrossherface,thefirstbreakinherprofessionalguise.Iknewit.Sheenjoysoursessions togetherjustasmuchasIdo
Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll be seeing you real soon. Ijustneedtograbonething…
BERNARD
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,JUSTIN, THIS IS DR BERNARD CARLTON I’M CALLING IN REGARD TO OUR MISSED APPOINTMENT TODAY I KNOW WITH theholidayssometimespeopleforget,butI’mconcerned.Ihaven’tseenyouintwomonthsnow.”Iglanceatthefileinmylap andthenotesI’dwrittenafterourlastappointment
Possibly stopped taking meds. Paranoid and jumpy. Whispering to self.
“Anyway,ifyounolongerwishtoparticipateintherapy,that’sfine.However,couldyoupleasedomeafavorandletme knowyou’realright?”Igivehimtheofficephonenumberbeforehangingup
Grabbingthepenrestingbehindmyear,Iwritethetimeanddateofthephonecallinhisfile.Uneaseslithersdownmy spine Justinisagoodmansufferingfromabrokenmindafteraterribleaccident Itwouldbeashameifhefellbackintoold habits.
Closinghisfile,Ishoveitintothebriefcasethat’sbeensittingopeninthepassengerseat Asthecaseclicksshut,Itossit intothebackseatwhereit’simmediatelyforgotten.Allmyworkhasbeenconcludedfortherestoftheyear.Now,Icanindulge inotheractivities.
Tappingonmyphonescreen,Ipullupthesecuritysysteminmycompany’soffice Ihaditinstalledandwrittenoffasa businessexpense,butsecurityisn’twhatthesmallcamerassetupinseveralroomsthroughoutmypracticearefor.
Ifoneofmypatientstoldmetheystalkedsomeoneatthislevel,Iwouldconsiderastintinaspecialwardandsuggestfor themtobeputonheavymedication.Butthesamerulesdon’tapplytome.I’mnotoneofmypatients.Theirrationaleforthis typeofbehaviorisallwrong.Therearemanyreasonspeoplestalkothers.Butminearesomuchmore.MoreinthesensethatI know,undermywatch,theinformationIgatherandkeepwillmakeforahappywife.Isn’tthatanoblereason?Iknowallof Meredith’slikesanddislikes.Herfearsandfantasies.They’reallminetousetocarveoutaplaceformyselfinherlife.
HowelsewouldIobtaininformationabouttheyoung,pretentioustherapistwhosemodestyisjustaveiltohidethewanton womanshesodesperatelywantstobeifnotforthecamerasIhideinheroffice?
Byasking her?
IrollmyeyesasIpullupthecamerafeedtoheroffice.
Dr.MeredithMooreisawomanwhodoesn’tbreakthelaw.Toesitperhaps,butshedoesn’toutrightbreakit.Theevidence ofthisisasclearasdayasIwatchIsaacturnhisbacktothecameraandwalktoherdoor,gettingreadytoleave.Withouthis gazepinnedtoher,Meredithfansherself.
Asmileyanksmylipswideandupatthecorners
Withoutthecamerashiddenintheairventofherroom,howwouldIhaveeverfoundjusthowmuchshedesiresmyson?I mean,Iknewshehadacrushonhim EvenbeforeImanipulatedsomejudicialpaperworkinordertomakeitappearlikeIsaac wascourtorderedtoattendtherapy,MeredithwasdrawntoIsaac.
AndIknewthatbecauseofthecamerasaswell.
ItwasacuriousdiscoverytofindthatMeredithdidn’tstaylateinherofficeaftereveryoneleftonFridaystocatchupon paperwork.Thatshestayedatallwasrevealedbysimplysittinginmycarandwatchingwhenshecomesandgoes.Butto learnwhy?Isuppressashiverthatrunsdownmyspineandsendsapleasantshockshootingupmystiffdick
I’dsetoutapictureofmeandmysonsimplytointroducehertomyonlyfamilywithoutactuallydoinganintroduction. Sinceshe’stakentosneakinginandpokingaround,whynotgivehersomethingelsetostudy?ThatlittleadditionwastheinI neededtomakethisallcometogether.
Iwatchhernowasshepressesherearagainstherofficedoor,listeningforthesoundsofIsaac’sdeparture.Whenshe’s surehe’sleftthebuildingentirely,sheopensherdoorandslipsoutofheroffice Andnow,theadventureIlovetowatch beginstoplayout.
Nowtheconsequencesareabouttounravel.Ratherthancontinuetowatchthenearhabitualroutinethatneverfailstoleave megaspingandcummingintomyhand,Iswitchcameraviews.IwatchasIsaacsprintsdowntheexteriorhallwaytowardthe stairsthatleadtotheparkinggarage Amusementbubblesupinmychest
ThesoftchuckleIletescapemomentarilyeatsupthesilenceofmycar.
Lessthanthreeminuteslater,Isaacistappingontheglassofmywindow “Hurryup” Irolldownthewindow.“Youknowwhattodo?”
“AreyouaskingifIknowhowtofuck?”Alookofoutrageflickersacrosshisfacebeforeexasperationcoversit “Yes,I knowhowtomakeawomancum.”
Judgingbythelonglineofbrokenheartshe’sleftbehindinhislifetime,Ihavenodoubtaboutthat.Butthat’snotwhatI’m askingnow
“Youknowtostayinviewofthecamera.Weneedherface,herbody,andherscreamsallinplainview.”Iraiseabrowas heflipshishandupward
“Yeah,yeah,Iknow.Thekeys.Now.”
Ireachintomypocketandwrapmyfingersaroundthekeystothefrontdoortothepractice AsIpullthemoutandmoveto dumpthemintomyson’shand,Ihesitate.
“Youcanhaveyourfun,butI’llbeupshortly.”
Isaac’swidegrinhasabitetoit “JusthangbackuntilI’mdone Iwanthertomyself Ididallthehardworktogetushere, Ideservetoclaimherfirst.”
Idropthekeysintohishandandmakeanoncommittalhuff Judgingbythevictoriousbeamhewearsasheturnsaround, Isaactakesitasaconfirmation.Thepoundingofhisfootstepsagainsttheconcreteoftheparkinggarageechoesaroundthe space.EvenwhenIclosethewindowtokeeptheheatin,Icanhearthemuntilhe’scompletelyoutofsight.
PullingupthecamerafeedinMeredith’soffice,Isitbackandwatchherlifebegintoimplode.
I’M A TERRIBLE THERAPIST
HowisitthatIstrugglethishardtomaintaintheethicalcodeofconductI’vesworntouphold?Itshouldn’tbethisdifficult. YeteveryFridaythere’sthaturgetosimplythrowcautiontothewindandsinktomykneesbeforetheyoungmancovered intattoosandcoatedinwelldefinedmuscles.BelievingthathewantsmetodojustthatispartofthefantasyI’veconcocted. OnethatIfeedbywearinglacylingeriebeneathmyprofessionalattire.Theconstantlybrushingofabrasivematerialkeepsmy nippleshardandmakesmybreathdifficulttocatch It’samasochisticthingtodo OnethatIshouldn’tentertain
Butisitnotmorefuntohavetheyoungmanwonderingatmybody’sreaction?Isittheairconditioningkeepingmynipples erect?Orisitsomethingelse?Ilovewatchinghimfighttokeephiseyestrainedonmyfaceashespeaks Today,he’sonly lookedonce.Butthatlookwassoheatedandpained,I’mconvincedthatduringtherestofoursession,hewassimplystaring throughhisperipheralvisiontokeepthegirlsinsight
It’swrong.Iknowitis,andIwouldnever act onanythingshouldhemakeamoveI’vetemptedhimtotake.Butwithmy pantiessoakingwet,myheartracing,andmymouthdry IfeellikeI’mabouttocombustandIlovelivingonthatproverbial edge Thesufferingismoremanageableknowingthat,atleastinmyfantasies,hewantsmetoo Mysubtleteasingisatitfortat There’sathrillinfeelingsounabashedinwardlywhilemaintainingmycomposureforthesakeofmyjob theriskkeepsmy bloodpumping
Takingashakybreath,Ipressmyeartomyofficedoor.Isaac’sretreatingfootstepsgrowfaintashemovesfurtheraway. Soontheydisappearaltogether.AsIlistentohisdeparture,I’mawareofthesoundofmyheartbeating.It’sloudanderratic. God,I’msoarousedrightnow,there’sprobablyawetspotonthebackofmyskirt.
At least now I can do something about it.
AsIsaacarrivedforhisappointment,Imadesurethatthefrontdoorwaslockedfromtheoutside Thisway,whenheleft,I wouldn’thavetogolockupbeforeIunwoundfortheday.
WhichIgettodonow
Butfirst Ineedsomething.
Openingmydoor,Isaunterintheoppositedirectionfromthereceptionroomandthefrontdoor.Iheaddownthehallway, tothelastdoorontheright.Thereareonlythreeothertherapiststhatworkinthisprivatepractice.Twoareolderwomen, creepingupthereinagewiththepossibilityofretiringsoon.It’swhyIwashiredthreeandahalfyearsago I’mfreshblood withmuchmoreenergytotackletheharderclients AndthenthereisBernardCarlton,theownerofthepractice
AndIsaac’sfather.
BernardcametomeayearagoaskingifIwouldhelpupholdhisson’sendofthedealthey’dstruckwithajudge Iagreed withoutanyhesitation.NotbecauseIknewanythingaboutIsaac,butbecauseBernardasked.
IfIsaacgetsmeallhotandbothered,hisfather myboss hasmemelting.Iwoulddoanythingforhim.Ifheaskedmeto barklikeadog,bygod,Iwouldbarklikethegreatestdogthereis
Notthatheknowsthat,ofcourse.JustlikeIdoinmysessionswithIsaac,Ithriveonthechallengeofremaining professionalhereatBernard’spractice Atleastwhenothersarearound Thethighclenching,panty-melting,heart-racing feelingsIhaveanytimeIseeBernard,orhisson,makeworkexhilarating.
IfanmyselfasIcometostandinfrontofBernard’sofficedoor It’slocked,butthat’snotaproblem Pullingoutabobby pin,Ieasilyslideitintothekeyholeandfinangleitarounduntilthelockpopsopen.Withasmile,Iopenmyboss’sdoorand walkintohisoffice.Itsmellsofexpensivecologne.Sandalwood,ahintofsomethingcitrusy,andferns.It’satranquilscent. Subtletoo I’mmoreawareofitthananyoftheclientsthatheworkswith,I’msure,simplybecauseI’mobsessedwithitand themanwhowearsit.
Makingabeelineforhisdesk,Iscoopupthesmall,framedpicturesittingbesidehisdesktop Ialsosnatchthepocket squarefromthesuitjackethelefthangingfromthebackofhischair.WitheverythingIneed,IslipfromBernard’soffice,lock thedoorbehindme,andheadbacktomyown
Hummingtomyself,Ishutmydoorandplacemystolengoodiesonthecouch.Immediately,Ibegintodisrobe.Myblouseis
tossedontomydesk.TheskirtIworetodaypuddlesatmyfeet.ThekittenheelsIweararecarefullysituatedbesidethecouch, andthenmystockingsarepulledoff.
WhenI’mwearingnothingbutmydeepmaroonlingerie,IsinkdownontotheleathercouchcushionIsaacsaton Already thematerialhascooled hisbodywarmthdepartingasswiftlyashedid.
Buthisscentlingers Justlikehisfather,Isaacwearsanicecologne Thisoneismorewoodsy,likepinetreesaftera rainstorm.IshiverasIleanbackandletitenvelopmeinacomfortingembrace.Turningsothatmylegsstretchoutalongthe couchwithmyfeettowardthedoor,IreachoverandgrabthepictureframeI’dstolen Liftingitup,Istareatthetwomeninthe photograph.
BernardandIsaacstarebackatme,standingsidebysideonthebeach.
Ican’thelpbutseetheresemblance It’salmostuncannyhowIsaacispracticallyayoungcarboncopyofmyboss Theonly differencebetweenthetwoisthatwhileBernardmayhaveaslighttanfromallhistimeexploringtheoutdoors,Isaac’sskinis naturallygolden atraitfromhismotherwhowasoriginallyfromTrinidad There’salsothefactthatBernard’shairissilver, matchinghisneatlytrimmedbeard,whileIsaachasdarkbrown,wavyhairandlacksfacialhair.Foramaninhisearlyfifties, Bernarddoesn’tlookoractold
Maybehavingatwenty-five-year-oldsonkeepshimyoung.
Butotherthanskinandhaircolor,Bernardhasmanagedtophotocopyhimself.Bothmenareclosetosixandahalffeettall, thoughBernardmightbea smidge taller Theybothtakegoodcareoftheirphysicalform clearlyworkingoutregularlyand eatingright.Theirjawlinesaresostrongandstraight,theycouldprobablycutthroughanything.Andtheintensityoftheir gazes?Utterlysmoldering
Myfreehandslipsundermybratotweakmypainfullyerectnipple.Igaspatthepleasurethatcomeswiththemotion.AsI rollitbetweenmyfingers,Isqueezemythighstogetherharder.IknowifIjustdivedownbetweenmylegstotendtothe throbbingdemandofmybody,it’llbeoveralltooquickly.
Iwon’tbeseeingeitherIsaacorBernardforalmosttwoweeks,thankstotheholidayseasonuponus,soIwanttomakethis last
Imovetotheothernipple,givingittheattentionitsodesperatelycraves.MyhipsjerkasIteasemyself.Thesoftmoans thatslippastmylipsgrowlouderthewetterandmoreneedyIget Myeyelidslower,butInevertakemygazeoffthetwomen inthephoto.Iwantthemtoseeme,Ineed theirgazesasI
Thedoortomyofficeflingsopenandhitsthewallwithabang.
Ilevitateoffthecouchwithashriekofsurprise.AnothershriekslipsoutwhenIrealizewho’sstandingthereinthe doorway.
Isaacstaresdownatme Thelookonhisfaceisamixtureofvictoryandhunger Hehasonehandoutstretchedtokeepthe doorfromhittinghimasitbouncesoffthewallandtheotheronedugdeepintohispocket.
Oh no
“W-what,whatareyoudoing?Getoutofhere!”MybreathlessdemandiscompletelyignoredasIsaaclowershishand slowly.Hiseyesrakeovermybodywithstarkappreciation.
JustlikeIfantasizeaboutonanightlybasis
Except,thisisnofantasy it’sanightmare.Aclienthasjustwalkedinonmepracticallynaked,layingwherehewasjust sittingwithapictureofhimandhisdadinmyhand Actually,hedoesn’tknowaboutthepictureyet Quickly,Iscrambletomy feetandhidetheframebehindmyback.Withmyotherhand,Itrytocovermybody.
“Getout!”Thistimemywordscomeoutalittlestronger “No.”
Isaacmovesfurtherintotheroomandslamsthedoorshutbehindhim.“Iknewyouwouldlookgoodunderthoseplain skirtsanddressesbutChrist ”hisvoicetrailsoffasheshakeshisheadinslowwondermentashiseyescontinuetoperuse overme.
“Isaac,thisisimproper!”
Hesnorts.“I’m theonebeingimproper?”
“LeaveatonceorI’ll ”
“You’llwhat?Callmyfather?Andwhatdoyouthinkhe’llsaywhenItellhimIfoundyouundressedandpleasuring yourselfinhis establishment?”Isaaccounters,aslow,devioussmilespreadingacrosshisface.“Whatareyouhidingbehind yourbackthere?CoulditbethepictureofmeandDadthathekeepsinhis office?I’msurehe’llbesurprisedtohearthatyou haditinherewhileyouwereinastateofundress.”
Shit
Thiscan’tbehappening.Mywholefacefeelslikeit'sburning.Humiliationanddreadspreadlikeafirethroughoutmy body.Ifhetellshisfather,I’llbefired.Isuckinashakybreathandreachformyblouseonmydesk.MymindracesasItryto comeupwithagameplanoranexitstrategy.
“Isaac,please…Youneedtogo.”
“Go?”Hetiltshisheadandregardsmewithamusement.“ButIthoughtyouwantedtoknowwhatIwasgoingtotreat myselfwithforChristmasthisyear?”
Hestalkstowardmeslowly,obviouslyinnohurrytoendmysuffering Witheachforwardstephetakes,Itakeone backward.Thatis,untilmybackhitsthebookshelfandIfindmyselfwithnowhereelsetogo.
Isaacstopsinfrontofmeandyanksmyblouseoutofmyhandstotossitaside “Well?Aren’tyougoingtoaskmeaboutit?”
AskhimabouthisChristmaspresent?Rightnow?IknowIsaactendstohaveaone-trackmindwhenitcomestosomething hewants,butthisisabitextreme.Ishakemyheadslowly.MyeyesholdhisasIwatchhiseverymove.What’sgoingonhere? Whyisthishappeningtome?Andwhythehellaremynipplestighternowthaneverbefore?
“Whatashame IsupposeI’llhavetopiqueyourinterest”
Heclosesthedistancebetweenussothathecanreachouttobracehishandsontheshelvesoneithersideofmyface, effectivelycagingmein Hiswoodsyscentwrapsaroundme,oppressiveandheady Istrugglenottotakeadeepbreath, knowingI’llloveittoomuch.
“Isaac ”Mythroatclosesasheleansdownsothatournosesalmosttouch
“Yes,Dr.Moore?”Hisbreathhitsmyface,andforamoment,I’mstupefied.Itwouldn’ttakemuchtotiltmyheadforward andbrushmylipsagainsthis.Whatwoulditbeliketojusttaste him?I’malreadyintrouble.What’sonemorestrikeagainst me?
Thethoughtofgettingintroublefreezesmeinplace.
“Y-youshouldn’tbehere”
“Where?”Onehandcomesdownandthebackofitskimsacrossmycheek.
“Here.Inmyoffice.”Igaspattheelectricitythatrushesthroughmeatthecontact. Isaachumsthoughtfully.“Isthatso?Becauseitcertainlyfeelsrighttobeinhere.Especiallywithyoulikethis.Butdoyou knowwhereItrulybelong?WhereIlong tobe?”
Hishanddropssothathisfingersbrushagainstmynipple,skimmingdownmytorso,andthenhedeliberatelyturnshis handsandcupsmymound.Igasp,stiffeningwithshockathisunabashedclaiming.
Then,tomyhorror,myhipstiltintohislargewarmhand,andthetensionleachesfrommybodyofitsownaccord “What’sthepointofkeepingtheseon,assoakedastheyare, doctor?”Isaacasks,hisvoicemocking.
Histhumbfindsmyswollenclitthroughmypanties,andhepressesagainstit.Bothofhisdimplesappearatthesoundof mywhimper.
“Suchaprettynoise.HowmanymorecanIworkfromthoselipsofyours?”
Ishakemyhead,swallowingbackanotherasheappliesjustalittlemorepressure Ishouldn’thaveletmyselfgetthis workedup.Mybodyistremblinginhispalm,andhehastofeelmeleakingthroughthefabric,asruinedasmypantiesare.
“Youcan’t Wecan’t ”
“Whynot?Worriedaboutwhatmyfatherwilldoifhefindsout?OrisitbecauseI’maclient?No…thatcan’tbeit.Maybe you’reconcernedaboutkeepingupwiththestaminaofsomeonethirteenyearsyoungerthanyou?Ifthat’sthecase,Ihavea feelingthatwon’tbeaproblem”Hechuckles “Now,don’tstiflethosesounds Iwanttohearthemall”
Histhumbmovesinacircularmotionovermyclit.Again,Iwhimper.Thepleasureisinstantaneousandtheorgasmthat ripplesoutwardfrommycoreisbothamazingandmortifyinguponitsarrival Thepictureframefallsfrommyhandand clattersontotheground.MycryisswallowedwholeasIsaacdipsdownandclaimsmymouthwithhis.Mymindiswiped cleanatthecontact Hislipsagainstmine,histouch,andasurpriseorgasm?It’salltoosurreal Ratherthaneaseup,myorgasm momentarilyintensifies.Hestepsclosertomeuntilhischestispressedagainstmine.There’snowayhedoesn’tfeeleachand everytremorrushingthroughme.
Andforsomereason,thatexcitesmeevenmore
Astheshakingsubsides,Isaacpullsafewinchesaway.Istareupathim,utterlystunned.Whatthehellishappening?Why didIlethimdothistome?Ishouldbepushinghimaway,gettingdressedand running IcansendBernardmyresignationletter whenIgethome…AfterIdownanentirebottleofwine…Ortwo.
Isaac’spalegreeneyesholdminewiththeconfidenceofacatwhoknowsamouseistrapped
“Hm,Icouldn’tresistcapturingthatparticularsound.”Acockyhalf-smilepullsathislips.Onedimplereappears.
“Youwhat?”Iblinkinsurprise,notsureifIheardhimright.Shakingmyheadslowly,Ipushthatquestiontotheside.“No. No,wecan’tdothis”
Ireachupandforcemyselftopushhimaway.ToobadIcan’tfinditinmetoapplymuchpressure.Myhandsendupjust restingonhisfirmchest
“No? No?Idon’tknowwhatthatwordmeans.It’snotinmyvocabulary.”Heswoopsdownandkissesmeagain. Istiffenandrefusetokisshimback.
Forabouthalfasecond.
ThenI’mmeltingagainsthim.IresentthewaymybodymoldsagainsthisyetI’mpowerlesstostopit.Histongueforcesits
wayintomymouthwithaconfidenceI’veyettomeetinanyoneelse.Thiskissisharshanddemanding.Isaacstepscloser, pressingmeagainstthebookshelfwithhisbody.Hiserectionsitsagainstmystomach,insistingonbeingnoticed.
Isaacreachesdownandgrabsmyhips Heliftsmeupwitheaseandnaturallymylegscomearoundhiswaist I’mof averageheightandweight,buthe’sjustpickedmeupasifIwasachild.Idon’trealizewe’removinguntilmybuttrestsonthe edgeofmydesk Thecoolnessofthehardsurfacesnapsmeoutof Well,whatever this is IpullawayfromIsaacwitha gasp.
“Wecan’tbeheredoingthis!”Ihiss,glancingtowardthedoor “HowaboutyouaskmewhatmyChristmaspresenttomyselfis,ratherthanworryingaboutwhatwecanorcan’tbe doing?”
“Isaac!Youneedto ”
Hishandcomesupandwrapsaroundmythroat,squeezingjustenoughtocutoffmywords.Aheavyscowlfurrowshisdark browsasIgasp Itellmyselfthesoundisfromfearbecausebeingfiercelyturnedonbyhishold,moresothanIalreadyam, wouldbetotallyinappropriate.Isaaclowershishead,holdingmygaze,andgrowlsthroughclenchedteeth.
“Askme,Meredith”
Thecasualuseofmynameisjarring.Notenoughtostoptheheatclimbingupintomyfaceagainasmybodytrembleswith anincreasingneedathiscloseproximity.Swallowinghard,Iask,
“Whatdidyougetyourself,Isaac?”
Hisdarkscowlvanishesasapleasedsmilespreadsacrosshisface.“Youreallywanttoknow?”
No Yes?Uncertainastowhathereallywants,Inodslowly Herollshiseyes Suddenlyheyanksmeup,flipsmeoverand Ifindmyselfbentovermydeskonmystomach.Igaspathoweasilyhecanmoveme.
Don’t swoon, don’t swoon!
“Isaac!”Itrytopushmyselfup.
Ahandpressesagainstthemiddleofmybackandforcesmedown.Ipressmycheekagainstthecoldsurface.Itdoesn’tdo anythingtodampenthefireundermyskin
“Thatdidn’tseemparticularlyconvincing,Meredith.SoletmeseeifIcanworkupalittlemorecuriosity.”Hisfootkicks outmylegs,spreadingthemwide,thenhestepsbetweenthem Mypantiesarepulledtotheside,andsuddenlymycoreis exposedtotheroom.Thecoolairdownthere,whereI’mburningupthemost,isshocking.
“No,Isaac ”
“Holyshit…”Theaweinhisvoicehasmycheeksburninghot.“Lookhowfuckingwetyouare.Yourbodyiscrying, Meredith.Cryingfor me. ”
Hehums Thesoundisdeepandanimalistic,spurringmypussytoclencharoundnothing “Don’tworry,I’lltakecareofyou.”Isaac’svoiceisalmostasoftcooashespeakstomypussy. Itshouldbeaturnoff,reallyitshould Butmypussyclenchesagainwithutterdelight Iamsofuckingscrewed.
