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Just as I’m finishing up, the door opens, and Riley enters. I turn abruptly, half prepared to demand to know where she’s been, but she’s not alone. There is another woman with her.
This one is not a doctor. She wears no white coat. In fact, she’s barely wearing anything. She has on a tight, short skirt and a shirt with triangles cut out of the sides and front, showing most of her skin. It’s cut low enough that the top of her nipples are clearly visible. Her hair is long and black, her lips full and pouty.
I can smell her sex.
A deep growling sound vibrates through me. For a moment, I don’t realize I’m the one making it.
“Sten,” Riley says softly, “this is Mary.”
The woman glances at Riley sideways. Mary isn’t really her name, but I don’t think it matters. Her reason for being here is clear. This is what Riley has been “arranging.”
“She’s going to take care of you.” Riley gives the woman one more glance before she leaves the room, and the door closes behind her.
I stand completely still, barely breathing as Mary looks me up and down. She smiles a sly smile, sashays toward me, and winks.
“You are a handsome one,” she says. She stands in front of me, reaches up and strokes her fingers from my shoulders, down my chest, and across my abs. “What do you want, baby?”
I can’t answer her. It’s not a matter of want; it’s a matter of need. The physical drive is beyond my co
ntrol. The tension is unbearable.
“Turn around,” I tell her. My voice sounds strange, disconnected. “Face away from me and get down on your hands and knees.”
There’s a slight spark in her eye—a hint of fear—but she barely hesitates to comply. She spins around and drops to the cold, bare floor.
“Spread your legs.”
She says nothing, just does as I tell her.
With one last glance at the door, I kneel behind her and grab the edge of her skirt. I shove it up to her waist, displaying her ass, which is only barely covered by thin, crotchless panties. My dick reacts immediately.
She leans forward a little, balancing herself on her hands and elbows. I swallow hard as the muscles in my legs tremble with need. I shuffle forward to get myself closer to her. I can feel her body heat on my thighs.
I grab the back of her neck with my hand, pushing her further to the floor and holding her there. Tearing the towel from my waist, I take my dick in my free hand and position it against her.
Have I ever done this before?
I grasp her hip and shove forward. She cries out as I enter her, but I barely hear the sound. I can only feel the warmth around my cock. I pull back and thrust into her again, my fingers digging into her skin. My ass clenches as I move, rocking into her as fast as I can.
I want this to be Riley. I want to feel her body gripping my cock. I want to hear her grunts as I shove into her. This should be her body, but it’s not. I can’t even shake the thought long enough to close my eyes and pretend it’s her. All I can do is get this over with.
I slam into her body relentlessly. My balls slap against her, and she moans with every stroke. I don’t hold back but embrace the sensation as it ripples through my cock.
I release into the whore and immediately pull out. Pushing myself back to my feet, I take a step away as Mary glances at me from over her shoulder. Slowly, she pulls her short skirt back down enough to cover her pussy. She pulls her legs under her and pushes up with her hands.
By the time Mary is on her feet, the door is opening. Riley’s gaze meets mine. Her face is flushed, and I can see from here that her breathing is abnormally quick. I watch her lick her lips before she lowers her eyes. I don’t bother to cover myself. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before, but having her look at me now after what I’ve just done feels different.
The physical frustration I felt has subsided. Like a typical man, I want to lie down and take a nap now, but there’s no satisfaction in the act I’ve just completed. I can barely remember what it felt like.
That wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what I needed. Riley is the only one who can soothe these feelings.
My tension may have been diminished, but I am in no way sated.
*****
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Captain Mills says. “Dr. Grace tells me you’ve been outperforming the rest of your group in nearly every aspect.”
Captain Mills is a short and stocky woman with light brown hair greying at her temples. She wears a uniform with several commendations on her jacket. I have no idea what any of the symbols mean, but she has a lot of them.
