Page 138 of Brainwashed
For God only knows what reason, Dr. Love is still holding me in place, rather than removing me from my seat on his cock. He’s like stone inside me, but it’s still there, and I’ll only be able to hold myself in this position for so long before I start to squirm.
“I do not,” Dr. Love replies to Johansson through the door. “I’ll come to your office later.”
“Actually, it’s rather important, sir.” Johansson keeps on like the annoying old fool he is. “It’ll just take a moment.”
Dr. Love curses under his breath, dropping his forehead onto my shoulder for a second. He whispers to me, “Do notfuckingmove.”
And then opens the door a crack.
“What is it, Johansson? I really don’t have time for this…”
I can’t see what’s happening without moving and I’m terrified to do so, because my body weight is sort of resting on the door. But Dr. Love is straight up speaking to Johansson through the crack, while just on the other side of it, three inches of his dick are buried in my ass.
What in the holy fuck is going on here…?!
I hold my breath to listen while Johansson says, “I’m sure you’ve heard about the lockdown Manuel has ordered.”
“Yea… so what?” Dr. Love barks, clearly grouchy from being interrupted. It’s not at all the time, but my toes are curling in my shoes.
“Well, I just thought you’d like to know I’ve spoken with him, and our arrangement stands with the experiments, regardless.”
“What in the fuck does a lockdown have to do with experiments?” Dr. Love growls. “And how is thisimportant?”
Johansson is quiet for a moment, most likely withering under my doctor’s scathing glare.
“I believe we’re being scaled back,” Johansson stammers. “Abel may need to be repurposed or transferred…”
“That sounds like your problem,” Dr. Love grunts, then moves his hips an inch. I chomp down on my lip to keep my noises in. “Not mine.”
“True…” Johansson sounds suspicious. “Is everything alright, Doctor?”
“Mind your fucking business, Johansson,” Dr. Love’s voice is on the verge of erupting like a volcano of hatred, I can hear it.
“Sure. So sorry to bother you,” Johansson replies, then clears his throat. “We’ll need Mr. Darcey in the exam room in an hour if you’d like to join… There’s a machine I’ve been eager to use.”
Mention of my name sends a chill up my spine. Dr. Love’s hand tightens over my mouth.
“Machine?” he asks, much breathier than normal. You’d think this whole thing would be making his dick soft, but on the contrary. It’sthrobbinginside me.
“Yes. We haven’t used it in quite some time, but I think it could be beneficial.” Johansson chirps.
“Fine. Whatever. I’ll see you then.” Dr. Love closes the door while Johansson is mumbling something.
It clicks shut, and he locks it, both of us remaining still until we hear Johansson’s footsteps wandering back where he came from.
Finally,Dr. Love removes his hand from my mouth, and I release a long breath.
“Jesus… that was crazy,” I whisper.
“Mmm…” He glides his hands down my hips, fingertips dancing on the flesh of my ass before he pulls his dick out.
“Wait.” My grunt turns into a whine of protest. “Don’tstop…”
“I have to,” he breathes, lifting my pants, then patting me on the ass. “That was too close.”
I flip around, leaning on the door to keep myself upright. “Well, you didn’t seem to care enough to pull the fuck out while you were chatting with him.”
He finishes tucking himself away, zipping up and fastening his belt while giving me an amused yet salacious once over. “You just feel too good… Don’t you?”
