Meg's eyes zeroed in on Dr. Thad Turner as she strode nonchalantly into the emergency room. She wasn't sick or injured, but she had a need nonetheless. The tall, salt-and-pepper haired physician leaned against a wall pouring over medical charts seemingly unaware of her fixed, hungry gaze. Meg walked briskly toward him casually flipping back her wavy mane of raven hair and said tersely, "Doctor we need to talk."
"As you can see Ms. Garza I'm preoccupied at the moment, it'd be better for you to schedule an..."
"Come on.," she ordered grabbing him by the tie and leading him toward the women's restroom.
"Are you crazy?!," he cried, his blue eyes regarding her incredulously.
"This is the women's bathroom Meg!"
"Shhhh!," she hissed pushing him inside. Thad's eyes darted around wildly looking for other occupants and found none to his great relief. He turned his attention back to Meg as she forcefully nudged him into an empty stall.
"Meg, this is nuts! What if we're caught? This is...," the panties abruptly shoved into his mouth stifled any further objections. They had the salty-sweet taste of cum soaked into them. Thad spat them out at once affronted and yet titillated by her audaciousness.
"Can you please tell me what you're doing and where you've lost your mind by the way? I'm afraid I don't have time for games," he remarked in exasperation. His eyes however, stealthily scanned the voluptuous figure of the young woman before him. He'd operated on her knee three months prior and had easily become charmed by the smoldering beauty's wit and graceful essence. She reminded him of a debutante of sorts from a bygone era. Naturally, she assumed the role of one of his favorite patients, the only one that he'd fabricated medical reasons to attend to.
Meg wore a brief, curve-hugging little black dress and stood in strappy six-inch heels that exposed her ruby-red toenails. God, did he love feet.
"Do you want to play doctor?," she asked huskily, a lusty smirk snaking across her glossy pink lips. Her soft brown eyes were sultry and intense. This was not a question. It was a command. Thad gulped, both trepidation and arousal stymying his response. As a man in his position he was unused to being uncertain about things. But, he welcomed this compelling dilemma and his growing erection finally urged him to nod his head affirmatively.
"Y-Yes."
"Yes what?," Meg said raising a dark eyebrow.
"Yes, Princess." She smiled and retrieved a pair of furry pink handcuffs from her shoulder bag.
"Is that really necessary?"
"We can't have you running away now can we? This will keep you nice and secure,"Meg said cheekily as she flipped Thad around to face the side of the stall. Unlocking the cuffs she gleefully placed one of his wrists inside and snapped it shut. She then fastened the other one to a bar running along the side of the stall. His unease began to rapidly dissolve as his arousal took center. The clink of the metal cuffs unleashed a torrent of wet excitement inside his trousers. Jeopardizing his employment and his very license with a patient seemed a meager concern now given the moist spot centered on his crotch.
Meg's hands drifted lower, unzipping Thad's trousers and yanking them down. The doctor's silken purple panties lay exposed with his pants pooled around his ankles. His ass, firm and tanned brown, quivered from barely suppressed desire. There was no denying it now. He craved her touch. She squeezed his cheeks hard, sinking her deadly, crimson nails into his flesh as Thad winced and sucked in his breath. His face was pressed against the cold marble wall of the bathroom stall as he felt Meg's warm breath on his neck.
"I've got you where I want you," she teased as she smelled his hair and the heady aroma of his aftershave. Her teeth nibbled the outer rim of his ear and she sucked his lobe.
"Mmmm," Thad purred as he drank in the exquisite sensation of Meg's tongue lapping against his ear. Then, she suddenly and forcefully wrapped her fingers around his throat inducing a sharp exhale from him.
"You're mine."
