“Doctor,” Willow corrected. “Doctor McKinley.”
The man didn’t bat an eye. “My apologies, Doctor. Have a good night.”
“You too,” Willow said.
He was probably going to hell, but fuck it. He was going to destroy Jade’s pussy first.
Willow reached their hotel room and realised there wasn’t time for him to shower or get in costume. He was still in a green t-shirt and board shorts, probably smelling like chlorine as well as scotch.
Fuck it, he thought.
He’d have to brazen it out. Yet when he unlocked the door, he found the large living space empty, his suit pants, an Oxford shirt, and socks laid over the cream couch, and his dress shoes beside them.
“Eden,” he whispered. “You fucking angel.”
But he couldn’t think about his wife that way. Classical music and soft moans were coming from behind the closed bedroom door. He had a character to embody and a patient to violate.
Freshly grateful to Sony for the huge hotel room, he showered in the second bathroom, brushed his teeth and dressed as fast as he could. He wondered how his patient was feeling. She had to know he was back, and the tension was probably ramping her up and bringing her even tighter into his control.
Exhaling, Willow assumed his sternest expression and rapped on the bedroom door, where he could hear the unmistakable sounds of a woman being pleasured along with one he couldn’t quite place. A repetitive drilling kind of hum. “Miss Jade?”
“Yeeeeheesss?” The girl sounded like she was about to come. “Doctor McKinley?”
“Yes. I’m going to enter now.”
“Oh-oh-okay….”
Jade was on all fours in the middle of the room, her skirt pulled up to expose her right thigh and the side of her ass. And pulsing in and out of her cunt was a thick, dripping wet dildo. She was kneeling in front of a fucking machine, and from the smell of fresh pussy and the sweat plastering her blonde hair to her head, she’d already been there a good long while.
For a second, Willow almost lost it. Almost totally dropped character, fell to his knees and begged for fuck knew what? But by some magic of internal strength, he managed to hold his ground and watch impassively like the prick McKinley was.
“Doc-Doctor,” Jade sobbed, pink-cheeked and clearly mortified to be caught so close to coming. “I’m sorry. Don’t look at me; I can’t help…”
She closed her eyes, her tits shaking through the sheer cloth as she worked back against the fake cock. Willow felt sweat break out on his own forehead. He ignored it. “How long have you been on the machine?”
“I don’t…” Jade gasped. “I think I’m going to…”
“You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice four octaves lower. “For the first time?”
“N-N-N?—”
Her hips convulsed, and her face contorted. He watched as Jade pressed her mouth to the carpet as though trying to suffocate the sounds of her orgasm hitting. As she writhed, the soft, squishing sounds intensified, though the machine worked the same pendulum pulse.
Dear lord above…
“Good girl,” Willow heard himself say. He’d been fully hard since the shower, but his tailored suit pants grew unbearably tight as he watched the girl attempt to steady herself and almost collapse, the machine hammering insistently inside her.
“You fucking slut,” Willow whispered.
The phrase rolled off his lips like a prayer, and it wasn’t until Jade—Eden’s—eyes widened that he realised he hadn’t been able to say anything like that for months. Yet now, he could. Even knowing this was his wife and he was himself, he was pretty sure he could keep going. He dropped to his heels, looked Eden in the eyes and said it again.
“You little, filthy slut. You like it, don’t you? Coming here? Fucking my machine?”
Eden’s face contorted in pleasure-pain. “I… You said I needed to.”
“I did. But that doesn’t mean you have to like it.Doyou like it, Miss Jade?”
She nodded, a tiny, involuntary twitch.
