False Memories

[marauder13]

Gordon noticed the degree of discomfort that Melanie was exhibiting, and was wondering what was bothering her. He noticed the fidgeting when she sat down, trying to pull down the hem on her nightie.

"Choice of clothing... I was actually about to go back to change. I feel fine physically. The nausea is gone, I don't think I've a temperature. I'm fine really. I just need to sort all of this out in my head."

"Change? Why do you want to change? From where I am sitting, the nightie seems to fit well, though I am not well informed about the matters of fit for the female body. But regarding the physical symptoms, it's great to hear that they seemed to have gone. It means you have come to terms with the memory to a significant degree."

Gordon was pleased with the smile he received from Melanie. "I think... I'm just trying to grapple with what I've just 'discovered' this afternoon."

"Which is what the bulk of our remaining time together will be doing. Helping you to deal with it, resolve outstanding issues and lay it to rest."

"I mean... I got up thinking that I didn't ever want this memory to be controlling my life again.. yet there are so many aspects that I see of its influence..."

"It's a major change, Melanie, and not one that will be erased immediately. It has impacted on your life heavily, and it will take time for you to settle into a new frame of reference. If it helps you, it took Sandra a few months to settle back into a routine, into a place where she felt at home after she broke free of her anxieties. What is happening to you is fine, and to be expected at this stage."

"And just now. The fear that... being feminine for a change could cause something like that time to happen again... Like it would be my fault that I... incited something like that to occur. "

Gordon watched her rise to her feet, her body trembling. When she spoke, it was with an uncharacteristic stammer. "I- I think I'm going to go change... Excuse me...I'll be right back."

"Melanie," Gordon's hand clutched hers as she stood. "Please, sit down again. What you experienced is terrible, there is no questioning that. But, while it is a terrible crime, statistically, the probabilities of it occurring is incredibly small. The change in the risk is minor given the manner in which you have been dressing. Even in your previous attire, there was little doubt that you were a woman.

"Everyone is at risk of sexual assault, even me. But taking the right precautions, and the risk becomes negligible. The only way you would invite such an attack would be dress in a highly provocative manner, and go into a high threat environment with a single friend or alone. Things I can not see you every doing. You can dress in a feminine manner, and not be at any risk greater than you are now. Since you decided to embrace your feminine side, and presented yourself in that manner, you have not been attacked, or threatened."

Gordon took Melanie into a warm, friendly hug. "Right now, you are rightfully confused about matters. Now is not the time for rash decisions. Wait until morning before making up your mind about things.

"Ashes are ashes, dust is dust." Gordon paused for a few moments, allowing Melanie to arrive at her Sanctuary.

"Melanie, you are in your place of peace and safety, where nothing can harm you. Melanie, when you awaken from your next sleep, you will have come to the realization that Gordon Malakhi is your perfect sexual partner. You feel that the time is right to share yourself with him, and for him to share himself with you. You know that he will not reject your desires. You also know that you can experience any sexual act that you desire without any fear or embarrassment. Melanie, when you leave the Sanctuary, you will remember being relaxed to the point of falling asleep within the hug. Melanie, return to the place from where you came." Again he allowed a little time for the transition.

"Melanie? Oh.. I think you fell asleep there for a moment or two. I'm happy to know I am that comforting and comfortable. I'm not sure about you, but I need to get a little more sleep. But, you are doing well, there is nothing wrong with what you're feeling at this time. We will get you back to having a normal life very soon."

 

[VampiricTouch]

With his embrace came the familiar open maw of darkness. Quickly catching her in it's dubious sanctity as the enforced peacefulness washed over her, forcing the trembling of her body to still as she once more awaited the voice.

Immediately upon command, the shadows shed by the unseen sun in her world gathered in a faceless silhouette upon the pedestal of what could only be seen as an obsession. Slowly she walked around him, as if internalizing the new addition in her accepted world. As she turned to leave, his presence was everywhere... every turn she found her heart thrumming with an inexplicable desire and confidence in this man she still had yet to recognize or know.

His embrace had brought a rush of weariness. Why was she tired? She'd rested for so long as it is, if anything she was anything but! Yet somehow, she found herself asleep in his arms, secure... embrace... it was much too comfortable... With a tighter squeeze, she left for her own bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind her as she paced to the bed and sank into the mattress... Strange how she had fallen asleep in Dr. Malakhi's arms and yet she was now wide awake? A peek at the bedside clock told her it was four A.M. After a few failed attempts to sleep, she gave up. Dr. Malakhi had suggested her to take a few days off of work to recover, surely she could afford to get back on a regular sleeping schedule the next day.

Rolling out of bed, she slipped out of the bedroom to find the doctor asleep on her couch once more. Silently, she stepped into the kitchen and closed the door before feeling for the switch and turning on the light. Strangely relaxed in comparison to the stress she'd been under for so long, she brought down a rarely used tea set and proceeded to dip into her stash of lapsang souchong to brew.

Settling down with a copy of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, she savored the smoky flavor that completed the taste of tea on her palate. The next time her head lifted, she saw the sun rise from the kitchen window as it washed the room and her book in its morning glory, complementing the amber liquid coloring her small beige tea cup. The uplifting beauty of the moment made her utterly confident in overcoming the recent distress that had plagued her.

At 6:40, she stretched and started to fix breakfast. She stopped as she tried to figure out what Dr. Malakhi would've had... and finally settled for some toast, eggs and bacon. All of which she'd managed by some miracle not to burn... Of course her own plate wasn't quite as fortunate. With a yawn the plates were set down with a clatter on the kitchen table as she began to work through the blackened meal, too preoccupied with her book to notice the taste... or the fact that she'd forgotten to bring out drinks or lay out utensils for her guest. With the book in hand, she cleared the plate and set it into the sink before returning to her chair in an attempt to finish the book despite the sleepiness that had started to catch up with her....

She returned to her sanctuary as sleep blanketed over her. Once more her ghostlike self circled the silhouette on the pedestal. Squinting, she watched as pieces of his features began to fall into place and blur into clarity... becoming... him.

She turned to find the sky of her sanctuary plastered with the memories she'd had with him, of the care he'd shown to her, the confidence... but there was something beyond that. Carefully stepping up onto the pedestal with him, her ethereal body molded to his and with a sudden stroke of boldness, she leaned in to kiss him... only to fall through into air as her vaporous form passed through a figment of her imagination. She fell... and continued falling... The sanctuary warred with the gentle rousing of reality as her eyes fluttered open.

She woke to the secure arms carrying her body, the warmth of another so comfortably close... Her dreamy eyes came into focus on... him. and with an easy smile, her arms snaked around his neck as she pulled up to kiss his cheek.

"Good morning handsome..."

Dr. Malakhi... Odd, how her mind still referred to him so formally... when she already felt so comfortable with him. Odd how in a single night her body reacted so strongly to just his mere presence... the smell that was him. Odd.

 

[marauder13]

Gordon watched Melanie head to her bedroom, nervous about how the next test would go. He knew that it was a big step, but he needed to test the boundary in a manner that was a significant change to her current disposition. With Melanie gone, he found himself getting tired again quickly. He laid himself down, getting comfortable and falling asleep almost immediately.


Gordon woke slowly, the slight twinge of anxiety at the first real test of his new technique. But more so it was the thoughts of what Melanie would be like sexually that occupied his mind the most. He sat up, rubbing his eyes to remove the crustiness. He noticed that Melanie's bedroom door was open, and his heart rate increased a little.

A quick look found the room to be empty, which confused Gordon slightly. But then, he caught the smell of food, and headed to the kitchen to see if Melanie had actually made something for him.

He almost laughed at the sight of the young Asian woman asleep at the table, her head down on the opened book, fortunately positioned so the open mouth was not over the pages, and the small puddle of saliva was safely on the table top. She had eaten, and had at least prepared food for him.

Without a moment's pause, Gordon moved around to where Melanie slept, and carefully and gently picked her up. He never realized just how diminutive she was until that moment. Once she was securely cradled in his arms, he started to take her to her bedroom so she could continue with her sleep in a proper place.

He had just reached her bedroom door when her arms slowly wrapped around the back of his neck, giving her the leverage to kiss him on the cheek. Gordon was surprised, having completely forgotten the test when she saw the young woman in need of further rest.

"Good morning handsome..."

Then he remembered. The smile that answered her kiss was broad with the joy he felt that the test seemed to be successful, and he was going to enjoy the fruits of the luscious young woman in his arms.

"After such a greeting, I do believe it is."

"Was breakfast alright? I did manage to not burn your share." Her eyes turned to the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. Immediately her thoughts went rampant at the possibilities held out to her with Dr. Malakhi... Dr. Malakhi, why were things still so formal? Was her instinctive desire... wrong?

"I haven't had my breakfast yet. I wanted to make sure that you were back in your bed, as you looked a little sleepy. After I tucked you in, I was going to eat. Unless you have any other ideas?" He lifted her to brush her lips with his with a quick kiss.

The grin that flashed across her face faded rapidly. "I - I did. Then I realized I'd nothing to use to tie with."

Gordon's eyebrows lifted and he laughed a little. "Nothing to use to tie with? So what exactly do you have in mind, young lady?" He carried her through into her bedroom, walking over to the bed.

She ducked her head to hide the flush coloring her cheeks "Well... you were the one who asked about my sexual fantasies Dr. Malakhi." She once more paused at the name used, the formality that lingered there like a ravine. How could she even consider him a perfect partner with that gap...She brushed aside the oddity and chuckled, "For a moment there, I thought you would be the perfect person to try it with.

"Don't mind me... I'm not quite sure what brought on that train of thought."

"Melanie... I don't know what to say." There was a pause, before he brought her up again to kiss her more firmly. "Actually, come to think about it, I do know. I would be delighted to help you explore."

He lowered her to the bed, delighting in the way her clothing teasingly showed off her body's curves and shape. Gordon was definitely getting aroused by the young woman, and looking forward to helping her with her fantasy.

"Well, for tying you up... I believe that scarves, ties, even bed sheets can be used. They don't have to be too strong. At least, if there is an element of trust, then they don't need to be strong enough to keep you completely restrained. And if you can't explore that fantasy, what then?"

Why she trusted this man so much was beyond her. There was no commitment about the act that they were bantering about, no security, and very little trust outside of the professional relationship... So why did she feel so comfortable with being forward? Was it because there was no commitment... that made moments like this... appealing? The kiss stole away her thoughts.

She fingered the open collar where his tie would have been. "Well in that case... it seems we've one out of four. If you don't mind using your tie..."

"If I remember correctly, Melanie, you were blindfolded as well, so wont that make one out of five?"

She grinned and pulled open the bedside table drawer to fish out a blindfold used for sleeping. "Think this will work? Sandra was a horrible roommate, she always did choose the worst times to be awake."

"That will work quite fine for the exploration. You are a clever young woman." When he leant down to kiss her again, he rested a hand on her sternum. The hand rested there, feeling the healthy beat of Melanie's heart as his lips took hers again. This time, Gordon took the time to enjoy the caress of her lips, and to savour the taste of them.

There was a moment of hesitance before she conceded to his kiss. As if the doubts in her mind came to the fore at the intimacy and the utter disregard the command had upon her own qualms. Command...

It was gradual... the slow acceptance of his lips as she took part and tasted him. He was the perfect sexual partner. A small part of her mind wondered where the notion came from to describe him as such... but she found herself too quickly distracted by everything that made him perfect.

Gordon found himself getting lost in the moment with Melanie. The times he had thought of being like this with her had him ready for that moment. She was all that he hoped she would be. As he sat up again, the hand resting on her sternum was lifted, lightly brushing the underside of her breast with his thumb. "So, we have two of the five needed. Is there anything else you can think of to help fulfill this fantasy of yours?"

Her eyes drifted close in full appreciation of his touch, and reluctantly she lifted her hand to stop him. "You're making it difficult to think... "

She set the blindfold aside and slid off the bed to peek under. She pulled out a box of winter clothes that had been put away and a few minutes later fished out two scarves from their contents.

"Think... we can make do without?

"Well, we could tie both hands together to the top of the bed... And tie both ankles to the bottom corners. We have the blindfold, so it still is achievable."

She brought her hands together and lifted them over her head as if to evaluate the feel and nodded.

"Why don't you get naked while I get my tie. Then we can let you live your fantasy."

She stood to kiss him lightly, "Thank you for... exploring with me."

"It's my pleasure, and I am happy to help." Gordon stood up, his arousal clearly evident through his pants as he walked back into the lounge room to fetch the needed tie.

He returned to find Melanie with her back to him, naked and wearing the blindfold. He paused for a moment, weighing up what he was going to do. There was a part of his mind that told him what he was doing was wrong, that it went against everything he held dear as a physician. But the flip side was that he was conducting a test of a new therapeutic technique that would save the lives of hundreds, if not thousands of lives directly, and many more that were impacted. All for the temporary inconvenience of one woman, and using her to get sexual gratification as well.

His conscience salved, he proceeded to assist Melanie in exploring her fantasy.

"Melanie, it's Gordon, just so you don't panic and think it's someone else." He slowly closed the distance between them, assessing how best to do what was spoken about. He reached out and gently laid her on the bed, positioning her in the centre of the bed. Nervous hands took Melanie's hands above her head, binding the wrists together firmly, but not too tight, then securing them to the bed head, leaving a little wriggle room with her arms.

His confidence grew as he took Melanie's right ankle in hand, securing the scarf around her ankle, then tying it to the bed footer. The left followed shortly after, and Melanie was secured with some ability to move around a little. Gordon started to remove his clothing, his eyes lingering on Melanie's prone body. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she tried to control the effects of her being bound had on her. As he said before, her breasts were a good size in comparison to the rest of her body. Her belly was nicely flat, accentuating the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips. Her sex was opened to view, leaving little to the imagination, but it did present it well for later.

As the last of his clothing silently dropped to the floor, he whispered, "Gorgeous. You look positively gorgeous, Melanie."

He hand trembled with the anxiety and anticipation of the first contact between them in a sexual manner. The tremors were stilled as the fingertips softly caressed Melanie's cheek, just before her ear. Her warm skin gave it's heat to his fingertips, seemingly thawing them from the cold her was experiencing. His hand continued the initial, totally random touches on safe places; her belly, her arms, outsides of her legs, her face, her flanks. Each delicate brush of his digits upon the silken exterior of her confined body gave him a greater feeling of warmth in his fingers and hands.

The first signs of a change came when his fingers brushed her lips, the touch soft and gentle, taking in their shape, feel, including the cupid's bow. The same types of touches continued, then the touches included her breasts, inner thighs and her mons. Nowhere on her body was concentrated on, everywhere touched with equal pressure and duration of contact.

Gordon paused, allowing Melanie a chance to let the sensations subside slightly, for her anticipation to heighten and for her imagination to bring forth the possibilities of what he could do next. All the while, Gordon stood, gazing on Melanie's body, enjoying the presentation of her body for the forthcoming sexual exploration.
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[OCC: Parts of this post were put together with the able assistance of VampiricTouch.]

 

[VampiricTouch]

The darkness made her uneasy and as each bit of control was lost to her, she felt even more so that she was in such a compromising situation. The slow roll of panic rose in her gut as her wrists were confined by his tie... and her legs spread wide for him by her own scarves. She strained against the restraints and found that despite the comfortable slack she had been given, there was no way she would get free. This merely increased the agitation as she forced herself to breath in hopes to calm down.

The darkness made her edgy, focusing everything on her other available senses as she strained to listen for the soft rustle of clothing, for his breathing, and his voice... as if she could gauge what he was doing should she listen hard enough. Still she heard nothing. Even the whispered words did nothing to prevent her from flinching when his fingertips touched her. Cool... and slowly warming to the nervous heat of her own nakedness. A small part of her wondered if he was also bared... and ventured forth to even imagine the body that had always been hidden behind the professional clothes.

The thought along with his reassuring hands slowly eased her, and relaxed her. Dr. Malakhi was the perfect partner to do this with... There was nothing to be afraid of. His fingers purchased her trust with time and patience, dismissing the tension of butterflies that fluttered in her belly and led her to face down a different sort of tension.

As his fingertips savored her skin, she explored with him... learning with him with the light catching of breath the places that were special. He lingered no where... meandering aimlessly as he left her wondering where he'd make his next pause. As his hand strayed from what was chaste, her body followed his lead. Lifting ever so slightly to chase the passing hand as her body warmed to incited desire, sparking the first bubbling of pleasure.

The pause came too suddenly... Her body yearned for his return, to resume the slow waltz that fired the senses... but everything vanished and once more she was plunged into the silent darkness with nothing to anchor her... What was he plotting? planning? She strained against the restraints again as the moment seemed like an eternity... The respite that allowed the embers to dim ever so slightly, only served to heighten the fleeting rush of excitement that came with the unknown.

 

[marauder13]

Gordon moved to the top of the bed, and actually climbed up beside Melanie. While he couldn't disguise his actions, he didn't speak, nor make any unnecessary sounds. He reached up to her wrists, wrapping them in his hands, moving them down her arms. The length of his fingers and thumbs meant that he would encircle her arms fully until they reached her biceps, but even then the gap between the fingertip and thumb was small.

His hands left her as he moved himself down the bed further. They returned to her flanks, just under her arms. He slowly moved them down the sweet curves of her flanks, both the curves from front to back as well as the longer curves of her torso. His breathing deepened as his hands traversed the dip of her waist before meeting the luscious flare of her hips.

He smoothed his way from her hips to the lower end of her body, just above the mons, his hands played wide on her warm skin. He could feel the heat that was radiating from deep with her growing stronger. The lust and sexual desire she had for him, that he had placed within her the previous night, was helping her ready herself for him. With a motion reminiscent of waves moving up the beach, his hands moved up the delightful golden skinned beauty, closing on one of Melanie's more alluring features.

The twin orbs that slowly undulated under the effects of her breathing were not a sign of failure in his eyes. Perfect in size and shape for Melanie's compact frame, her breasts awaited the the touch, the adoration from his hands that he so eagerly wanted to bestow. When the reached the lowest edges, he ran his hands around them, gently rubbing and warming the last bits of her body before showing Melanie just how much he valued her supposed "lacking".

With a gentle sigh, his hands moved onto the softer flesh, exploring the feel of them without too much pressure. His hands circled the entire breast, caressing them delicately so as not to disturb them greatly from how that proudly sat. As he closed on the dark tips, his palms broke contact, leaving only the fingertips to finish the privilege of showing his respects. All the fingertips left the soft, smooth golden skin onto the rougher, darker skin around the nipples. His eyes half closed as he felt the increasing roughness as her skin reacted to his touch. Then, as if afraid he would shatter them, or cause Melanie great pain, his fingers touched the prominent points themselves. As reality restored itself in this mind, he continued to touch them, take them between his fingers, testing their limits of pressure and movement in giving Melanie pleasure. Gordon opened his eyes fully, watching Melanie's reactions to his explorations of her body.

The fingertips meandered down the tops of her breasts and across her chest to her neck. Both sides were brushed lightly with his nails until her cheeks were reached. The fingertips moved in small circular patterns up to her forehead before sliding down either side of her nose, over her soft lips and finally leaving her face via her chin.

Gordon propped himself as he leant down to giver her a soft, tender kiss. The slight bout of excitement caused his lips to quiver as they touched hers, slowly closing the distance until their lips were fully touching. He held the kiss so that Melanie could break it off, wanting to give her some feeling of control over some of what was happening. The feel of her kiss ignited a fire with him that he immediately harnessed. From the moment she first walked through his door, he had looked forward to this. He looked forward to enjoying Melanie Chan sexually.

Their kiss finally broke with the slowly peeling of skin from skin. Gordon's breath slowly whistled as he peered down at the blindfolded woman beneath him.

"Melanie," he breathed, "have you found this to your liking so far? Does it compare well to your fantasy as you remember it?" His heart raced as he awaited her verdict on his helping her with her fantasy.

 

[VampiricTouch]

The bed shifted as he joined her. The heat pooling between them in a collective unspoken connection. His hands... she would never have believed that the delicate run of his touch could make her feel so wanted ... and wanting.

She could only imagine that his gaze preceded his touch. The unseen, un-felt caress of his eyes that proceeded to devour her before his hands laid claim was all within her mind... With the tension fraught touches that conveyed the pure want... the pure patient want as his hands savored her skin. Warm hands and warmer breath caressed her, discovering in herself places she'd never thought to be so sensitive.

The gasps that stole from her lips were the only sounds that broke the silence of his exploration. The aimless designs he painted in her darkness across her breasts only seemed to heighten the lust simmering in her body. Never in her own fantasies had she imagined such seductions to be so ... erotic. Never had she felt so... beautiful at another's touch... a touch that seemed to wind the tension in her loins that much tighter with desire.

She silenced the moan that nearly broke free from her, not daring to shatter the quietude the two shared and savored. Her hands strained against the bounds that robbed her of control, robbed her of returning the sensations she felt... and forced her to taste fully of his appreciation at his timing. The bereft control made all the more poignant as she found his lips on hers... and allowed to kiss at her pace.

The small allowance as she tasted him for the first time, seemed only to drive further the restrained lust. Her kiss started hesitant, the joining of lips in it's own course of exploration... that quickly broke down into the primal debauchery her own body craved. Pressing further in an open imitation to convey her need. Lips parted in a way that seemed more sultry than the reverent touches he had left dancing over her.

The question hung in the air as she breathed her answer, "Perfect... no. More than perfect, Doctor. More than what I could have imagined or fantasized...."

 

[marauder13]

Melanie's soft answer eased his tensions, his fears that she might not actually like what he had been doing to her. He let out the breath he held as he started to move away from her to continue to help her with her fantasy.

"Perfect... no. More than perfect, Doctor. More than what I could have imagined or fantasized...."

The words echoed gently in his mind as his finger tips found the inside of her legs, tracing from the knee up to the apex then down the other side. Each time his fingers passed the central point, he brushed the softness there a little firmer than the time before. After about half a dozen passes, his fingers lingered there, exploring the heat coming from there. Every feature was touched delicately as if trying to not disturb what was there. He teased her inner lips with his fingertip, letting her get the faintest of touches over her clitoris.

His breathing was growing heavier as his excitement over what he was doing was growing. Not just the sexual aspects, but the controlling aspects. The fact that she was totally at his mercy excited him as well. He continued to tease her sex with the tip of his finger, before the teasing slowed into actual stimulation. His finger found her blood rich bundle of nerves caressing it with the pad of the tip. He pressed it, rolling it underneath, adjusting his touch for the motions of Melanie underneath him.

He slid the same finger down the valley of her sex, easily sliding it into her, pushing it in as deeply as he could reach. He left his finger in there, letting her feel his presence within. He rotated his hand, letting his finger rub against the soft, wet and warm confines. He then proceeded to slowly pump his finger within her, carefully at first, slowly adjusting his speed. He let Melanie enjoy it, before ceasing and laying himself over Melanie. He placed his erection on her mons so that if she rocked her hips, she would rub her clitoris on his erection. He occasionally moved himself about so she felt it on different parts of her body.

"Melanie, have you tasted yourself before?" His soaked finger lingered within range of her mouth, as he adjusted himself so that he was poised to take her as he so strongly desired.

 

[VampiricTouch]

The breath that filled her lungs was ragged with the control he held over her. There was no question of her arousal as the musky scent of her sex filled the air. Each pass of his hand stole more of her control away as her body started to lift and strain to the pace he set. It was too easy to have her bucking to his tune, the lone finger that assaulted the button of nerves was more than what she could have prepared herself for as each shuddering jolt tore at her body.

The groan rumbled in an outcry of pure lust as his finger buried itself into the depths of her sex. With her feet straining against the limits of her scarves, she managed a bit of leverage with her heels to grind up to meet him. She was vocal with her pleasure. The moans came from the depths of her lust as her hips rolled to the limits of her restraint. She found in his touch the achingly sweet burn of withheld lust as her body begged for more.

"God.. I want you... " Her whispered plea was finally voiced as she succumbed and admitted her need, " Pleease......"

She was near tears when his finger pulled free, her sex clenching tight around the invading digit as her body fought to keep him. She writhed in the misery of her want, the motion itself dragging the rigid peaks of her nipples across his skin in what could only be tantalizing moments of seduction. She recognized the feel of his erection on her skin as her body strained to find that jolt of electricity that blazed through her with every grazed passing she made against him.

The scent of herself grew stronger and she could feel the warmth of his hand hovering near her. Her tongue snaked out to wet her dry lips before she lifted towards his hand, staining her face with her own arousal before her mouth opened to capture it. It was with a certain touch of satisfaction that she laid claim to his finger and suckled it clean the desire of her own body made evident in the way her mouth devoured the offering on his finger.... impatient in the primal craving of his body.

 

[marauder13]

Gordon was enjoying the movements of Melanie underneath him. He had no idea of the effect of the grinding of Melanie's blazing hot sex against his erection had on her, but his back arched high as her wet body slid along him. He shuddered in delight at the feel as well as the anticipation of impaling her while she was restrained.

Her deep groans resonated deep within him, touching something more primal than he anticipated. It had a similar effect as pouring alcohol onto an open flame. Until he heard her words, "God.. I want you... Pleease......". It took all of his self control to hold himself from taking her in that instant.

He was poised to take her was she was drawing off the residue of her arousal from his finger. He had images of her doing similar to other parts of his anatomy. He almost reluctantly withdrew the finger, letting her continue to suck on it until the very tip was gone.

As as soon as the finger popped out from between her blood filled lips, Gordon let his lust for Melanie get the better of him, pushing himself into her easily, and relatively quickly. Gordon let out a long, deep sigh as Melanie sheathed around him as he filled her. He stopped when his torso met hers, pausing to enjoy the way her body reacted to his presence. He adjusted himself slightly, getting his position a little better before he started to continue fulfilling Melanie's specific fantasy, and his general one.

His vocal appreciation echoed through the room, supplemented by Melanie's responses, the noises of their breathing and the sounds of their bodies engaged in sex. He used as much of his length as he could remember to use, his mind constantly was lost in the fog of carnal bliss. Though he remembered at some stage to remove the blindfold from her, so he could see her, and let her see him, engage with him as he took her as she desired. But then his control over himself was lost completely, and his body did what it thought was right with Melanie.

His pace quickened, the action of his thrusting became more frenzied, raw, almost passionate as all rhythm disappeared. Gordon's face took on an expression of surprised disbelief as he realized what was happening, then turned into a large smile of joy.

The smile was short lived as he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure, as his body gave over to Melanie his tribute for the joys they shared. After the first shuddering expulsions, he took Melanie in a rough, passionate kiss. His breath whistled through his nose and he groaned directly into her mouth as he tasted her mouth deeply and thoroughly.

Once his climax had passed, he looked down on Melanie. Gordon was bringing his breathing under control while remaining on top, and inside of her.

"Melanie, thank you for... sharing this with me. I hope... that the fantasy lived up to your expectations." He laughed a little as he smiled, "If there are any other fantasies you are wanting to explore, I am happy to hear about them, and assist you with them if you'd like.

"Shall I untie you now, or is there anything else you want to try while we're here?"

 

[VampiricTouch]

tousled sheets covered the bed as she basked in the afterglow of their coupling. The heavy smell of sex and sedated sensuality mingled in the room as the restraints were released. Her hands pulled free and began to trace the contours of his face, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

Light touches tickled past the place where his forehead had creased in his admission of ecstasy, down the side to hook under the cleft of his chin and pull him in to kiss. For the first time, she was able to take full control in her exploration of him. Lips grazed lips in their passing, before she pressed forth gradually to taste, to feel to experience just a bit more of that simple intimacy.

"Thank you, Dr. Malakhi" She breathed against his lips and hazarded the name, "Gordon."

The name rolled from her in a soft purr, as if she were tasting the name along with his lips, breaching the gap of professionalism into something much more personal. There was no rush as her fingers trailed over his flesh, damp with the sex sweat that oiled his skin.

A gentle roll set him beside her and their joined hips parted reluctantly. She could feel the creamy essence that adorned her thighs, the sweet shuddering of her body as it gradually rolled off its high and the slow seeping of his seed from her sex. Naughty.

"I never thought that such a fantasy could play out so perfectly.... and I never thought feeling this naughty.... could be so sexy." She stifled the giggle as she kissed him again and a deeper hint of color filled her cheeks beyond the flush of her satisfied body.

 

[marauder13]

Fingers whispered over the skin of his face, inferring touches rather than making them. He closed his eyes to better focus on her tactile explorations, which included a kiss. The initial brushing of their lips was a delightful surprise that was surpassed by the more in depth sampling of his lips. A barely audible sigh escaped as Gordon also savoured the slow kiss.

"Thank you, Dr. Malakhi. Gordon."

The way she purred his first name sent shivers across his body. He knew he was attracted to the young Chinese woman, but the way he reacted to hearing her say his name told him clearly his feelings were stronger than that. It would make his experimentation more challenging in some ways, but then she would be helping him in so many ways, and she would be giving him what he desired from her too.

He continued to enjoy Melanie's wandering fingers as they glided over his slick skin. Her fingers were like the light that banished the monsters hiding in the dark. Expect they banished tension of pains as they passed, soothing Gordon as she went.

"I never thought that such a fantasy could play out so perfectly.... and I never thought feeling this naughty.... could be so sexy."

"Well, I am glad that your fantasy played out so well," Gordon smiled as they both closed for a kiss. "I could explain why the naughty goes with the sexy, but I'd rather not spoil the moment for either of us."

The deepening of the colour in her cheeks hinted at many things, but Gordon was too distracted to take a full account of the reasons. He looked over Melanie's body again, seeing it in a different light as she lay languidly on the bed. While he had see her naked before, this time was definitely different. The knowledge of her body changed the perspective to something far more significant. Whereas he had seen her as attractive before, he now saw a beautiful woman in her stead.

"Melanie, I have never met a more sexy woman in my life. You light a fire within me that burns hotter than I have ever felt before. That you lack a boyfriend is almost criminal. Again, thank you for letting me help you with that fantasy."

Gordon let his fingers slowly trail over Melanie's body, drifting over the various curves. He casually traversed her torso and thighs, top to bottom without any grand plan in mind apart from enjoying the feel of her skin.

"Is there anything else you have been curious about, Melanie? Curious in a sexual manner I mean. If not, then I think we should perhaps clean up a little and have something to eat."

 

[VampiricTouch]

There was a certain amount of content in the way she smiled and opened up to him... Gordon. Sliding off the bed she pulled him to her, guided by light kisses on his lips.

"Come. Come shower with me."

The invitation was a demand, not a request as she led him with new found confidence. It was the confidence that stemmed from being appreciated and satisfied... and knowing that she was desired. Her hand slowly slipped from his as she sauntered forward, the traipsing steps brought an unconscious sway to her hips as the trickle of seed further bled onto her thighs. The milky white streams smeared with each languid steps to coat the skin as she pulled open the shower door.

There was no questioning the 'come hither' look she gave him before she stepped behind the frosted glass of the shower. The knobs squeaked before water pelted down across her body. It was with the drenched look of water raining down across her body that welcomed Gordon into the shower with her. The steam was ethereal as the hot water rose around them, inviting the pair into their own heaven.

It was suggestive... the way she rolled to her toes as she rubbed a dollop of shampoo into his hair... pressed against his body for the leverage to cover his head in suds... before she turned for the bar of soap to lath the crisp lines of his muscle with slick bubbles. Smooth strokes pressed against his slick back, slipping on the path of suds as her fingers kneaded the skin... releasing the scent of Irish Spring into the confines of their glass room.

It was bold... the way smooth strokes led down to his firm ass and gave both cheeks a firm squeeze and a loud wet swat... the way her body pressed to his as she slid down to her knees in front of him, maintaining as much contact with him as possible while her eyes held his attention.....

Before it gave way to hesitance as she brought the soap to his coiled thighs. For the first time she was in full focus of his nudity. Even with the raindrops blinding what she could see, she found herself suddenly shy, as if the display was more lurid than their intimacy shared in bed. She moved slowly, gingerly leaning forward to kiss the dip between hip and thigh as her hand resumed it's course to lather him with soap.

She watched him through half lidded eyes, to keep out the pattering of water but still maintain her view of him as her hand moved from his inner thighs to cup his balls. Her free hand found his treasure trail and followed it down to his member to lathe it slick with water and bubbles. The other hand drifted down the coiled muscles of his thighs to run across his calves in languid strokes...

The time they spent washing was silent, broken only by the thrumming of water over their bodies as it dispelled the bubbles and sent the suds dribbling over their skin in streaks. Wet kisses shared in the pitter patter along with soapy touches and caresses. She knew not why she felt so comfortable with him, so open, so trusting, but having shared so much with him was like a triggering as she steadily closed the gap of professionalism with intimacy.

 

[marauder13]

Gordon was entranced by the siren's call Melanie used on him. He found himself following her without thought, he gaze drifting to the provocative movement of her hips as she led him to the shower. He could not have stopped the tides with any more ease than he could have resisted her call to join her. The door closed them in, but it was the hot steamy air that separated them from the rest of the world.

Gordon's attentions were torn between the press of her desirable body against his and the massaging of his scalp as she washed his hair. The firm movement of her fingertips along his scalp calmed and relaxed him as if receiving an professional massage. But the press of her body, and the memories it brought back, almost countered that relaxation and calmness.

Throughout the initial phase of the shower, Melanie's hands managed to relax him with the way she washed him, only to be successfully countered by the actions of her body against his. He adored the manner in which she almost massaged him when washed him. He felt it was a loving gesture on her part, one to make him happy without being arousing or sexual. But when she slid down onto her knees in front of him, her body tightly pressed against his, he almost want to take her again.

But it was ultimately her small showings of affection that enabled him to rein in his lust. The soft kisses she shared with him washed away any tension he had, even the tension brought about by the desire to have sex with her again.

"My turn," Gordon spoke softly as he removed the soap from Melanie's hands. He slowly turned her around so her back was to him. He rolled the soap in his hands until they were heavily lathered. He reached around Melanie, placing the soap back in the holder, lightly pressing himself against her. He then rubbed his hands over her shoulders, rubbing the soap into her skin, slowly working his way down her back. The flat of his hands traveled from side to side as he washed his way down her back. He sank to one knee as he continued his cleaning of his shower partner. His hands not only washed, but massaged her buttocks before washing her thighs and calves.

"That's one side done."

Once more Gordon pressed himself against Melanie as he reached for the soap. This time, rather than pull away from her, he remained close. His arms wrapped around her, lathering the front of her torso. His hands followed the contours of her body, leaving a trail of soap suds in their wake. His hands roamed her body, boldly going wherever they needed to go, never shying away from any part of her. But neither did he play, linger or tease her deliberately when his hands strayed over her sensitive spots. While his actions were controlled, his thoughts were far from controlled, and they reflected readily in his manhood. All the while he worked to clean her front, he was firmly pressed against her back.

He slid again to one knee, letting his entire body rub against her back, as his hands took to washing the remainder of her legs. He was sheltered for the most part from the spray of the shower, but he could not help but place a kiss on the point where her spine met her pelvis. The residual soap mixed delightfully with her skin to give Melanie a rather exotic blend that tantalized his tongue as he broke off his kiss.

He reached to return the soap to its holder, wrapping his arms around Melanie in a warm embrace. He leaned down, kissing her neck tenderly while being subjected to the fully effects of the artificial downpour. He laughed lightly as he continued down her neck until he reached her shoulder.

“Thank you very much, Melanie. I have never been cleaned by someone else in a shower before. Though I have go up to other activities with someone else.” He kissed her cheek, his lips lingering against her skin. “I'm not complaining about what has happened just now... far from it. It is an experience I wont be forgetting anytime soon.”

 

[VampiricTouch]

The passage of hands followed the downward cascade of bubbles as firm strokes lathered the soap into her skin. It was provocative. Especially with the way his hands passed indiscriminately of her pleasure... almost chaste. His arousal pressed between the globes of her derriere, only added to the dampness between her thighs... that had nothing to do with the water pouring over her....

Did he notice the shudders of pleasure as his lips flitted past the column of her neck? Or hear the gasp as her breath caught in her throat? The burn of want was stoked even as the water rained down over them. Kisses were shared as they led each other from the shower. The large bath towel drying both of them as it passed over those places of intimacy in ways charged with suggestiveness.

“I'm not complaining about what has happened just now... far from it. It is an experience I wont be forgetting anytime soon.” Words were broken as she took moments to steal kisses from him and it was with a shy smile that she whispered "Neither will I"


The pair had returned to find food, he joining her to scavenge through the fridge. Her kitchen had the sort of cleanliness that came from lack of use as opposed to meticulous maintenance. She never was good at it, and it seemed to her just easier to not deal with such hassles.

Bread was found and quickly so was the rest of the materials for a sandwich. After nearly burning her fingers on the toaster because she was too preoccupied staring at the damp shirt clinging to Gordon's body, Melanie found herself sent to sit at the table instead of getting in the way.

It was with the stupid smile of infatuation that she watched him with and repeatedly tried to shake off. Even being sent to sit out from making a sandwich because her mind was elsewhere couldn't sting her pride. It gave her more time to admire him. It was with a strange mixture of shyness and brazenness that her eyes drifted to him, darting away the instant he noticed the lewd gleam such glances carried.

 

[marauder13]

It took a while for the delights of what happened to wear off enough for Gordon to start to think with his brain again, rather than with his dick. Such a liaison would be very detrimental to his career if something wasn't done about it. He had some sedatives in his bag, and if he could lace one of her drinks enough to get her drowsy, he could then deal with her memories sufficiently.

His objectives set, his plan of action resolved, Gordon focused on the matter at hand. Getting the two of them food. Gordon was a little surprised at the state of the kitchen, and the assumption of it's lack of use was the cause for that state. Gordon's kitchen as neat too, but he did feed himself. That Melanie seemed to lack the skills or desire to cook for herself surprised him a little.

"Here we are," Gordon said, noticing yet another aversion of her gaze as he approached. "I hope you like it." He sat down at the table, looking over at Melanie with a slightly amused expression. "I don't mind being stared at in that manner, Melanie. Please don't feel embarrassed. It's actually a nice compliment having a beautiful woman looking at me like that." Gordon sensed the level of discomfort from Melanie, and let the matter rest after that, carefully eating the sandwich, and refining his plan.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to check my cell phone..." Gordon stood up, giving Melanie a quick kiss on the cheek on his way past. He did check his cell phone as he found and palmed one of the sedatives. On his return to the kitchen, he went to a cupboard to grab some glasses.

"Can I get you a drink?" Melanie nodded while chewing on some of her sandwich. Gordon looked in the fridge and found a bottle of juice. He poured their drinks, crushing the tablet into Melanie's before returning the bottle to the fridge.

"Here you are. Sorry about that. I should have remembered while I was making the sandwiches. Never mind though, my mind was on other matters. If it's ok with you, I thought I would stay for a little while after we finished eating and talk a little. As friends, or acquaintances rather than doctor and patient. Given what has happened and all..."

 

[VampiricTouch]

The darkness was grating. The self control it took to not remove the blindfold and peek from her hiding place was monumental. Melanie shifted on her knees. Her hands, clasped behind her back, held their place only by the sheer control of keeping them there.

She waited. The anticipation making her nervous.

The door opened on silent hinges. It was a whoosh that disappeared in the soft classical Mozart piece that played in the background. But she didn't miss the footsteps that filled the room.

"Good morning Mr. Bennet. Come on in." Professional and friendly. Just like Doctor Malahki.

The only thing between her and his patient was the heavy oak table. The chair in front of her rolled away. She knew because of the wind that rushed past her with the movement. The cushions greeted the doctor as he settled into his seat, before the sound of the rolling chair drew near to return to it's place again. This time the chair returned with the doctor as the small talk continued.

She had long stopped listening to the flow of the conversation. It didn't matter.

She started by leaning forward. Slowly and methodically, she felt the rough fabric of his slacks against her cheek and followed it forward. It was until her nose was pressed gently against his groin that she let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. The fabric warmed rapidly against her breath as she traced the trail of his zipper. It was a feat in itself to finally catch the zipper between her teeth and pull it down. She never knew the rasp of a zipper could sound so satisfying. The next barrier was much harder. Pulling and tugging to no avail, she finally gave up and used her hands to allow herself access to his cock.

It'd been a few weeks since their first tryst in her apartment. Their doctor patient relationship had further developed since then. An adventure in itself as she discovered more about herself than she'd ever known. Just like now, it was surprising that she could be aroused by simply knowing that her cover could be blown any moment. It made her wonder how his client had not caught the smell of her sex. The smell had certainly filled the small enclosure she was in, so much that she couldn't smell anything else.

It made her bold.

Her tongue traced up the column of his prick in slow little flutters as she made a meandering path to the crown. She made it to the tip in time to taste the droplet of pre she'd coaxed from him as she lavished her attention there. It was satisfying to hear him pause mid sentence, struggling to maintain his composure as she buried his cock into her mouth.

 

[marauder13]

Gordon thought back over the last few weeks, still slightly amazed at what had happened in that time. His first major test of the Sanctuary Effect was still going strong. Melanie was still very sexually attracted to him, and he was enjoying the outcomes of that attraction. They had gotten together quite frequently, and each time one of them visited the other, it ended with sex. A few times, they made love in a conventional manner, but most of the time, Melanie wanted to explore more of what could be done with the bondage.

Gordon found that he was enjoying that style of sex with her. The slow restriction of her ability to move, occasionally rendering one or more of her senses inoperative. He loved the sense of command he had over her then. He could control her in ways that aroused her immensely. Further more, the longer the command remained in effect, the more natural it became for Melanie. Her initial reluctance and hesitancy vanished as the time progressed.

On a professional side, Melanie's issues concerning the rape of her mother had receded to the point of no longer being an actual problem. In their last session together, there was little that needed to be done. It was then that Melanie told him of another bit of exploration she wanted to try. Sex outside of a private place. The remainder of the session was spent with the two of them fucking on his sofa.

And again, the professional in him knew that she didn't need to see him again, not for a few months at least. Their time as Doctor and patient was at an end, but there was much more he needed to test with his most gorgeous test subject. After she left, Gordon mulled over how to deal with her desires, as well as his, and not cause too many problems with them seeing one another. The only problem with his plans was Sarah, his secretary. But then he laughed, remembering what he was testing, and how well it was going. He arranged to have a meeting with her to discuss schedule changes. He spiked her drink with the drug cocktail, brought her into her own sanctuary, and gave her instructions concerning how she would deal with Melanie, and what she would remember of those dealings. Once she was back from the sanctuary, she willing gave him the blowjob he asked of her. She was good, but Melanie was better. Still Sarah was good enough to have again, and he looked forward to their new working relationship.

Ten minutes before Steven Bennet arrived, Melanie had turned up, getting a smile from Sarah as she walked past the receptionist and into Gordon's office. Gordon was busy getting ready for Steven's session, while Melanie readied herself.

"Good Morning, Mr Bennet. Come on in."

Steven was a slightly nervous chap, who was also prone to talking when given a chance. Gordon taped all of the sessions, because Steven talked quickly and covered a lot of subjects during his session. Gordon knew that Steven's talking was helping him, and he used the wealth of information to help guide Steven's conversations if they drifted too far. He was the perfect choice of client for one of Melanie's visits.

He sat down in his chair, behind the desk, acutely aware of who was hiding under there. Gordon eased Steven into the routine, and it took a little time for Steven to open up, and the words started to flood out. Gordon didn't hear a word as he felt a soft pressure against his leg, slowly moving to his groin. His erection grew more pronounced the closer the teasing connection got. It took all of his professional training to keep his expression neutral when he felt the zipper move down. He felt his pulse rising in anticipation of what was about to happen. After some failed attempts to free his cock by using just her teeth, he felt her hands nimbly free him.

"Now, Steven, the last time you were here you..." The feel of her tongue rasping his length was more distracting than he thought it would be. He rallied his thoughts only to have them disappear as he felt Melanie's mouth engulf his cock. "Oh... don't worry, you were just... broaching it now. Carry on." He zoned out completely, fighting only to remain still and silent as Melanie worked him with her mouth. The fact that she was giving him an excellent blowjob while he was dealing with a patient made the entire event nearly impossibly erotic and arousing. He wanted to let her know she was pleasing him immensely, to show her how much he cared for her and enjoyed her delicious gift to him. Luckily for them, he had a clear session after Bennet, and he would show her exactly how much he enjoyed her time under his desk.

Steven was lost in his own world, completely oblivious to the subtle movements and slight breakdowns in Gordon's facial expression. Melanie was propelling him to a peak that he guessed was going to be huge. Again, he had no real way of warning her without calling attention to what they were doing. He tensed himself, locking himself into position as the pressure built up within him. Only his widening eyes gave any noticeable indicators to Steven that something else might be up.

As the first ropes of his cum shot into Melanie's mouth, Gordon almost grunted. He quickly looked at Steven as he continued to congratulate Melanie on her oral skills. Steven had no idea that Gordon was filling the mouth of a gorgeous, naked Asian woman under his desk. He struggled to control his breathing through the aftershocks of his massive climax.

The remainder of the session was a blur, though Gordon moved his chair slightly so Melanie couldn't got for a second round. He was grateful that he taped Steven's session, otherwise he would not have had any idea what the man had spoken about. When he stood, Gordon had forgotten that he was not done up, though his semi erect penis was out of sight.

"Thank you for coming, Steven. Next session, we are going to work on those issues that are causing you the most problems. I have heard enough now to get a handle on what we need to do."

"Thank you, Doctor. You've been great. I do feel ready to tackle them now. I mean today, you were a great listener. I felt that you were really interested in what I was saying. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, Steven, I do. Anyway, see Sarah on your way out, and she'll look after you."

Gordon closed the door, sliding the bolt in place, then he walked over to his desk. His voice had a slight playfulness to it as he sat down in his chair once more.

"Now, I wonder who was hiding down in there. I'm sure it was some naughty little lass, going by what she did to me while I was with a client. I think she should come out of there right away. If I have to rummage around for you, your punishment will be a lot worse."

 

[VampiricTouch]

She was quite pleased with herself, especially when he positioned himself to prevent her from instigating round two. With the taste of his climax still lingering in her mouth, she curled up against the back of the desk as she waited for the session to end. Her fingers danced an idle waltz over her sex as she dipped into the haze of a cat nap to pass the time.

She jarred into wakefulness when she heard the chair scrape against the carpet, signaling the end of their session. She had to fight the urge to laugh when she heard his client compliment the doctor for being a well versed listener. She almost failed. Managing to stifle the sound, but not the wave of laughter shaking her shoulders.

"Now, I wonder who was hiding down in there. I'm sure it was some naughty little lass, going by what she did to me while I was with a client. I think she should come out of there right away. If I have to rummage around for you, your punishment will be a lot worse."

She crawled out on all fours, stopping just as the light from the window brightened over her features. Settling onto her haunches she looked up at him. "You're complaining?" She asked with mocked hurt, "I thought I was well behaved. I didn't let out a single sound... Whereas I somehow doubt you heard a word from that poor man for all that you're a great listener."

Her hand came up to prop against her chin and a finger came to tap her lips in thought. "I'd help fill you in, but I was quite preoccupied myself."

 

[marauder13]

Gordon couldn't help but smile in a wicked manner when Melanie crawled out from under his desk. The light washed over her, making her into another scene of alluring sensuality. He looked on with a healthy dose of lust as Melanie sat up, showing off her deliciously compact form that he had grown to adore over the recent weeks.

"You're complaining? I thought I was well behaved. I didn't let out a single sound... Whereas I somehow doubt you heard a word from that poor man for all that you're a great listener."

Gordon clearly heard the playfulness in her reply, and silently noted that she was 100% correct with her assessment on how much he remembered of the session. She knew how well to tease him, tantalize him and shut down the rest of existence just with what she could do for him, and with him. But he caught the movement of her hand to her face, followed by the obviously acted expression.

"I'd help fill you in, but I was quite preoccupied myself."

Gordon laughed as he took her hand, and helped Melanie to her feet. "It's a good thing that I record his sessions on tape, isn't it?" He quickly, and again playfully, draped Melanie across his lap, with her pert derriere slightly raised. He laid on hand to rest on her ass, while the other gently turned her face towards his. "Now, little lass, once was all fine and good. But going for seconds is not good when I am with a client. For that, I am going to have to swat this lovely little ass of yours five times, then you'll need to apologize."

Gordon raised his hand, dropping it onto her backside with a loud impact. The strength on the blow made the strike sting, but it wasn't painful. The remaining four followed in a similar manner, with a loud noise and a stinging blow. He left her on his lap for a short while after he finished. The weight of her body on his lap made his cock harden again. He helped her to her feet before standing up himself.

"Now, for that apology, Melanie. Just go lie on my desk with your legs closest to where I normally sit. This time, you may be as vocal as you like. This time, my cock wont be filling your mouth this time, it'll be filling somewhere else."

 

[VampiricTouch]

The first swat startled a yelp from her to accompany the sound of stinging skin. It was a swat to sound intimidating as opposed to hurt more than a sting. Her ass had just began to redden when he finished.

Her eyes turned to his desk before looking back at him. The corner of her lips lifted in a wry grin that was anything but apologetic.

"Is that so..." Her voice picked up a lilting tone as her fingers traced up the buttons of his shirt before hooking a finger behind the top button. She stepped backwards towards his desk, leading him forward at arm's length. "I'd best make sure you're near enough to... receive my apology."

She kicked his chair aside. The wheels taking the seat out of her way just as her ass pressed against the cool edge of his cherry wood desk. It rapidly chilled the warmth that radiated from the hand prints on her bottom. It was here that her finger released her captive. Her hands gave her leverage to sit upon his table as her legs lifted to hook her stockinged feet around his waist and pull him in.

With her hands propped behind her, she'd positioned her sex against the hardening length of his prick, the rough cloth of his pants warming rapidly to her arousal.

 

[marauder13]

A small part of his mind was telling him how bad he was taking advantage of Melanie the way he was. He was abusing his abilities not only by using her as a test subject without her formal permission and knowledge, but he was essentially sexually abusing her as well. She was only behaving this way because he implanted the schema in her. But the louder part of him retorted with the knowledge that as she was, she desired him. She wanted him to take her, use her and enjoy her as he had wanted from the earliest moments he saw her. To deny her would be damaging to her psychologically.

All thoughts not concerning sex disappeared when she dragged him closer to the table, and hooked her luscious legs around him. The warmth spreading from her blazing sex through his pants banished all remaining thoughts apart from those directly concerning fucking the little bundle of sexiness lying on his desk.

His hands worked rapidly to free his solid length from his pants. The initial contact scorched, making his cock harden painfully. He looked at Melanie, lust shining in his eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance. He sank himself into her with one fluid thrust, groaning in appreciation from first penetration through to completing his thrust.

"Melanie, this is a good start to your apology." He leant forward, both hands coming to rest beside her head. He withdrew himself until he was clear of her, before thrusting back into her. The pace was slow to start with, letting her feel the movement of every inch on him in her. The way her body clutched at him, the feel of the stocking clad legs about body and the press of her firm ass against his hips all combined to drive him wild. The thrusts started to get faster, the pacing getting more erratic. He continued to look at the woman who was helping him in so many ways. He would miss the time they had together like that. But he was safe in the knowledge that at any time, he could return her to a person with strong sexual desires for him.

"I only wish... I had met... you years... ago, Melanie. You... are... fucking fantastic." He finally lost control over his body. He fucked her hard in a frenzied manner. He wanted nothing more that to her her scream out her climax. He felt his own rushing to claim him. His body stiffened as his cock swelled with the rush of his cum filling Melanie. He gasped, open mouthed as he came in her for the second time that day.

Gordon slowly straightened, still buried firmly within his lover. The professional in him reasserted himself, reminding him of the true nature of their relationship. He would get to enjoy her again, but she was necessary to test his theories about the new treatment's boundaries and best techniques.

"Thank you, Melanie. Your apology has been accepted. I could never remain upset with you for long, not when you do things like that for me." He pulled himself out, and helped Melanie off the desk. He gave her a warm hug, kissing her crown. "Why don't you get dressed, my love. I'd like you to drop by after work tomorrow. I have some special to give you."

 

[VampiricTouch]

The want was mutual. She was sure of it. It was in the urgency of releasing his prick, and written in the lines of his rock hard length.

It was a rush of adrenaline to be able to make him want her like this.

"oh.... Fuck" The first thrust drew a cry of profanity from her as her head dropped back against the desk. He followed her forward, with his hands braced beside her head, his eyes captured her gaze. Unadulterated desire - a reflection of her own.

He drew away, painstakingly slow. Forcing her to feel the emptiness he left behind before thrusting once more, and drawing a cry from her that was punctuated by the slap of his balls against her skin.
He knew it drove her insane, the slow aching pace. It fueled her need. Her legs tightened around him, striving to pull him deep, to hasten the pace, to feel him lose his control.

He responded in kind. The urgency feeding upon itself as her hands shifted to cling to him. Her nails grazed his skin, while her hips lifted to meet his. Desperately working towards the climax she needed. She barely registered her cries pitching through the room as her back arched to draw closer.

And he lost his calm. His frenzy was what she needed. The intensity driving her over the edge as her hands dropped to the table and she dug her nails into the wood. Her body responded to the keening lust that screamed to be satiated and her sex tightened, her toes curled and her body went rigid.

He left her breathless, her chest heaving with the exertion, and her body glowing under the aftermath of her climax. Their recovery was slow as the haze of their sated lust faded, he too slipped from her sex. The motion drawing a shudder from her sensitive body.

Melanie remained on the table, spread indecently from their coupling. She watched him through dreamy eyes as he returned to his professional self, helping her off the desk and losing himself in the mental notes he needed for the remainder of the day. She purred her assent to his request as her fingers dragging across his chest before falling to her side. She pulled open the drawer under the table for her clothes she'd folded neatly inside, pulling on a pencil skirt and bra before pushing her arms through a formal white blouse.

She leaned against the edge of the table, feeling the way his cum moistened the lips of her sex and dampened her inner thighs. The sultry feeling made the edges of her lips lift in a smile while she slowly buttoned the blouse from the bottom up. She paused one button under the cup of her bra as she stepped forward, hooking her arm around his neck she rolled to her toes on trembling legs and kissed him.

"I'll leave this for you as a souvenir." She whispered as their lips parted and her other hand tucked her panties into his shirt pocket. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She did up the last two buttons before stepping out of the room, exchanging a knowing glance with the receptionist as she left.

 

[marauder13]

Gordon was pulled out of his ordered little world by the feel of Melanie's arm pressuring his neck. He was greeted by her rather warm and very soft lips upon his. He forgot everything he had been thinking, loosing himself in the delights of her kiss, and all the memories that came along with it. For the briefest moment, he wanted to pull the skirt off her, bending her over the table with her slender wrists held in his grasp while he fucked her again.

"I'll leave this for you as a souvenir."

The softness of her whisper equaled that of her lips and sent shivers of pleasure running down his spine. He felt the tug of something being pushed into his shirt pocket, but his gaze remained locked on Melanie's eyes. Gordon was finding it increasingly difficult to resist not taking her again.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

His smile lit up his face as he drank up the sight of her walking out. Something about knowing she was not wearing her panties, and she was undoubtedly very wet between her legs made her walk appear supremely sexy to him. The door closed quietly behind her, and Gordon examined what was left in his pocket. As he suspected, her panties filled his shirt pocket, carrying a little reminder of the wonderful woman he had partially created. He opened the draw she had put her clothes in, and placed her souvenir there.

"I am going to miss that Melanie Chan. But she has served her purposes very well. It is time for a new one to take her place. What I need to determine is which one I need next."

Gordon walked back to his desk, making sure that everything was in its proper place for his next client.

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Gordon's last client had left for the day, leaving him with some spare time before Melanie arrived. He used the time to review his observations, update his notes and plan out other scenarios he would use to test with her. He had been rather unsettled when he arrived that morning. The prospect of loosing such an exquisite sexual partner was difficult, but his constant reminders of what he was gaining by the upcoming change was enough to keep things under control. Only with a rather good blowjob from Sarah before his first client turned up, and a vigorous face fucking he gave her at lunch time. Just remembering how clearly she enjoyed the attention, as well as the cum splashing in her mouth and down her throat, helped his calm down further.

He flipped open the folder containing all of his experimental notes, looking at the top sheet. His chosen parameters for the next experiment were spelt out clearly. He was confident that this was well outside what the original Melanie Chan would do without any leverage being applied. He would see if the new techniques would make her perform this kind of task without any leverage being applied.

He closed the folder when he heard the handle turning. There was only one person who had the permission to enter without prior warning or permission. He stood up, and walked over towards the door ready to great his delicious bundle of sexiness for the last time.

"Hello, Melanie. I have been looking forward to this all day."

 

[VampiricTouch]

Her smile as she walked into work that morning got her many curious glances from the coworkers around her. The sultry confidence, the mischievous glint, the contented afterglow...

It was obviously the “Just Fucked” grin, but coming from Melanie?

Melanie was oblivious to her coworkers’ stares. She was too preoccupied. Preoccupied with savoring the feeling of his cum slowly dripping from her sex with each step, and the smear between her thighs with each unconscious sway of her hips.

She could smell herself. It made her wonder if the people around her could as well. The thought made her flush as she perched on the edge of her chair. Her hands smoothed over the front of her pencil dress. The touch reminding her of her morning tryst. The smell, making her think of what would come.

Tomorrow could not come fast enough.

The anticipation made her warm. She was certain the office was air conditioned, but her space seemed unbearably warm. A quick glance around told her that she was alone. The skirt crumples under her hand as she draws a finger up an inner thigh. The fabric is back in place in a thrice. Her heart racing and her breath heavy.

Staring blankly at the screen before her eyes, she propped her chin on her hand, discreetly sucking the lone finger, coated in the sticky residue between her thighs. Serving only to make her wet. And she was still on her first cup of coffee.

The end of the day couldn’t come fast enough.

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The hand reaching for the door were sweaty. She felt like a freshman again, opening the door to a first date, high strung with anticipation and nerves.

What did he intend to give? What was he planning? Lingerie? Another... experience? Something new to try?

Her cheeks were flushed with want. Her fingers and toys the night before only served to make her needy now. Fueling the curiousity with the imagination of her lust.

Lock unclicked and she pushed the door open.

"Hello, Melanie. I have been looking forward to this all day."

“Hey handsome” She replied, leaning against the door frame to smile at him. “I have been too. If not looking forward to, at least, dying of curiousity.”

 

[marauder13]

Gordon smiled at the vision of sexiness that had just greeted him. He grew hard rapidly, wanting to forget about the tests and just continue to enjoy the delights that Melanie brought him. But as much as he enjoyed it, it was not just for his personal gratification. It was about determining the effectiveness of a therapeutic technique that could make numerous people's lives better.

'Stupid man. When it's all over, just bring her back to here, or some variant of here, and reward yourself for all that hard work.'

“Hey handsome. I have been too. If not looking forward to, at least, dying of curiousity.”

Just the way she said it, while leaning against the door, made him shiver in a way he longed to have happen again.

"Come in, close the door. Unless you want Sarah to know exactly what's going to happen. I didn't think you were an exhibitionist. But I think if you are feeling that way inclined, we'll save it for another day. Anyway, come and sit down."

He leaned back against his desk, observing how she moved and the effects it had on him. Again, he thought of abandoning his research and just enjoying what they had, tweaking things as needed to keep it exciting. Again, the professional in him surfaced, noting that he had tested one aspect of her boundaries being changed, he needed to test others. He allowed himself once last lingering gaze over her before he returned to business.

"Now, as I said, I have a little something for you." He stood up straight, walking around the chair to stand behind her. His hands dropped to her shoulders, massaging her gently but firmly. He worked the muscles there, removing the tensions within, then worked on her neck. After her neck was done, he eased her forward a little, allowing him to get to the top part of her back. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to her ear. Slow moving, warm breath caressed her skin.

"This is not what I was referring to, this is just to get you ready for it. Ashes are ashes, dust is dust."

He waited a few seconds to allow Melanie to enter her sanctuary. He was still pleased at the power the commands had, and how well entrenched the place was within her mind.

"Melanie, it is time for you to change again. The wonderful, sexy lover of Gordon needs to be put aside now, and a previous Melanie needs to come back. The Melanie free of the torments of the fear of rape, the one that was confident and secure in her femininity. Find her and bring her back. Remember, she will still be there in your safe place, just like the Melanie who loved, and lusted for, Gordon.

"Melanie, you have too much control over your life, you need some excitement. When Sandra takes you to a casino, you will find that source of excitement you've been missing. The lights, the taking risks and the occasional rewards all excite you. You desire to experience them again, to recapture that delightful spark you've been missing.

"Remember, Melanie, if there is ever a need for you to get help from someone, you can always call Gordon, even as a friend. You can trust him, as he helped both you and Sandra with your delicate problems, you feel that he can help you again.

"Melanie, the memories you have of the sex between yourself and Gordon you will remember as very realistic, erotic dreams."

Gordon walked back to lean against his desk, relaxed and calm. "Melanie, when you awaken, you will remember coming to see me for a routine follow up appointment to assess how well the therapy has been holding up. You have been put into the trance to allow me to delve deeply and safely.

"Leave this place and return to where you came from."

He waited for Melanie to come back from her trance, his smile warm and friendly. "Welcome back. I am very pleased to say that the work we did has done an excellent job. I think I can say, as safely as one can in this line of medicine, that you're cured."