“Dirty girl. Look what you did.”
I panted into the table. This was so wrong.
Blearily, through a haze of the miasma of hurts and pleasure, I stumbled through my thoughts and reached a conclusion. The doctor and Cassius were together. Trusting Cassius had been stupid.
“What else?” the doctor mused as he walked around to reach the other side of the table where my hands were still anchored. He unzipped and studied me as he gave his erection several strokes. I swallowed, imagining where that could go—ashamed to admit to myself how much I wanted him to fuck me.
Cassius leaned over me. “A reminder of her place here would be good.”
“You bastard,” I said softly.
“Rule six.” Cassius grabbed me beneath both shoulders and pushed me toward the doctor. My hands were still tied but I could rise on my elbows, and I did so, almost planting face-down past the table’s edge, past the doctor and his cock. Hands wrapped about my throat and halted my dive. I swayed on my forearms.
Cassius had caught me. His lips brushed my skin. I shivered and felt myself clench below. His breath warmed my ear. “Thank you for the invitation, doctor, to join you on the chopper.Thishas made it worth my while, to see how this little whore has the hots for anything…and everything.”
How I wished I could incinerate him.
“Open up, Charity.” The doctor tapped my cheek.
I stared at his cock and frowned, upset by Cassius’s words, no matter the truth in them.
“Or you could suture her mouth open?” Cassius suggested.
The doctor laughed.
Me, I opened my mouth.
The doctor caressed beneath my chin, then traced his fingers around my parted lips and in the groove between my teeth and lips. He pulled out my lip, released it. “Now you’re good? I wouldn’t suture your mouth. Not yet.” Alarmed, I zeroed in on his face. “You’re too fresh, too naïve, little Charity.” Then he pushed his cock into my mouth and left it there, still. He could have facefucked me but merely watched.
“Lick me.”
I played my tongue over the head of it.
“Are you imagining me putting that inside your cunt? Be truthful.”
What a question. I teetered between truth and lying but finally, I nodded, rocking his cock.
“Hmmm.” He pushed in another inch and stilled, apart from one initial twitch.
Cassius still held my throat. Drool slipped past my stretched lips and dribbled to my jaw. The doctor’s cock slid deeper until it reached the back, and I choked, where he paused and studied me again, then slowly pulled out.
I spat drool then met his gaze, before closing my eyes. Those hands on my throat, this compromising sexual situation, and two men manhandling me. It had merged into something both shameful and amazingly hot.
Fuck…maybe it was the shame that made it hot?
“Let’s have our meal now.” He wiped his cock with a serviette, then tucked himself away and zipped up
My wrists were unlocked and undone from whatever had attached them to the table. My dress was pulled down and Cassius helped me off the table. While I was standing there, wobbling, he stalked away and sat in his chair.
The doctor waited by his chair and indicated I should sit.
I obeyed and stared at my crumpled underwear for a moment, before pulling them off the table and letting them fall.
“You didn’t come?” the doctor asked casually.
I shook my head. My body was still buzzing with a muted excitement and wanting more than I’d been given. With no panties, the back of the dress would be soaked. I shifted position.
“Good. Now we will eat, and in between bites, you will tell me a story of yourself.”