Puppet
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“Oh Justin…!”
Carin stared at him searchingly. When he didn’t say anything, she turned away, looked out the passenger window and added her part to a Bee Gees’ harmony. When the song ended, she turned back.
“I couldn’t do anything without you,” she said. “I mean, what could possibly happen?”
Justin didn’t answer.
“Won’t there be people there?” she asked.
“It’s Saturday,” Justin replied, turning to her. “I got you the last appointment of the day. The offices close at noon. I bet it’s quiet.”
“I still don’t…”
“Shhhhh…”
Her voice trailed off and she hummed along to the next song as Justin put his fingers back on her. Her head fell against the headrest as the car idled at a traffic light. Two of Justin’s fingers swam inside her, priming the pump. Justin could see her erect left nipple poking against her silky blouse. He hadn’t noticed before that she wasn’t wearing a bra. When the light turned green, she turned toward him.
“Your fingers are magic, baby. I love you so much. But… I wouldn’t have the first clue of how to entice him.”
“You could entice a corpse, Puppet. Look at you. The key is wanting to please. And you have that in spades. As you know, you’ll be pleasing me most.”
A moment later, they turned into the office parking lot. There were just two cars in it and Justin found a place up close to the front door. He turned off the car and pulled his hard-on from his pants. Carin immediately hunched down below the dash. He heard the familiar sucking sounds and looked down and watched as Carin’s head bobbed, just as he’d seen a hundred times before. Unlike most of those times, he pulled her up before coming.
“Go on in now,” he said. “Run along.”
“Oh baby. Let me—”
“Go on in, Puppet.”
She straightened in her seat.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” she said.
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t think we should.”
Justin looked at her and waited.
“Are you absolutely, positively sure you want me to go in there?”
“Yes.”
“And if… I think you’d have a fit later if—”
“No. Never. It’s what I want. It’s under control. I want you to do this and then come home and make me come a million times over the next fifty years.”
“That other time, it was good because you were with me. It’s about you. I hope you know that by now.”
Justin reached over and unbuttoned a few more tiny buttons of Carin’s blouse. The bottom curves of her breasts were on display. She didn’t attempt to button it up. Instead, she kissed Justin on the lips and grabbed her purse and fumbled for the door handle. He put his arm on hers and she turned to him. She watched as he touched his finger to the drippy head of his cock and brought it close to her face. He touched her lips with the tip of his glistening digit, and when she realized what he was doing she pursed her lips as he made her up.
“I put some protection in your purse,” he said. “You need to promise to make him use it if it gets to that.”
It was such an odd, astounding comment, yet Carin felt comforted by it, as if she were a third grader being reminded to put on her raincoat if it drizzled.
“Okay,” she said breathlessly, her lips shiny.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Driving out of the parking lot, Justin spotted Carin in the rearview mirror as she slinked toward the office doors. He saw her cute miniskirt and hair in pigtails, the odd-for-November sexy sandals laced around her thin ankles. He saw her glance down at her chest and survey her open blouse and elect not to button it. He realized he was crazy for sending her to Komonov dressed like that, especially in her heightened state.
While on the way to the first of several errands Justin had planned, Carin texted.
I don’t know what you want, it said.
Justin stopped at a stop sign.
Make me proud, he typed.
He decided he wouldn’t send any more messages. By the time he got home, two had come in. He read them in the garage while sitting in the car.
In exam room.
Waiting for him. Loving you.
He went straight inside the beach house and up the stairs and down the hall, passing the spot where he’d licked Carin to orgasm after the sports bar episode, the episode that had started it all. In their bedroom, he took off his khakis, breathed heavily and lay on the bed with his iPhone by his side. He picked up a book from the bedside table and read the same sentence five times before realizing he was in no shape to read. He got up for a drink of water and brought the glass back and put it on the table. He drank from it while checking his phone. One minute he’d wonder if she’d really do anything, the next he was sure she had already.
He remembered the glazed stare of lust she gave before leaving the car. It was the same look he’d seen in the Caribbean. As his stomach began to crawl, he fought through the feeling, telling himself she was only doing what he wanted of her.
Just then, his cell phone light went on.
Still in exam room. Still waiting for him. Puppet.
He couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen the doctor yet.
Several moments later, the light went on again.
Heard him send the receptionist home. It’s just him and me now. Yes, still?
Justin wanted to text no; he was about to, but instead he typed yes. He put his thumb on the send button and held it there. He was in sheer, exquisite agony. He pressed the button.
And then he waited. It seemed like all afternoon, but really it was about two hours. He stayed on the bed most of the time, sometimes stroking, sometimes not, always thinking of what might be happening and somehow keeping himself from getting too jealous or too excited.
He was sweating and got up from the bed and paced the floor. At some point, he took a shower. He went back to bed in his robe.
Finally a last text came in.
Coming home now. He’ll give a ride. I love you. Sooooo much. I’ll tell you everything. Your Puppet. Forever.
He read the message several times. “I’ll tell you everything.” He felt sick again.
He waited ten minutes completely exhausted. He got up from the bed and looked out the front window. Five minutes later, he trudged back to the bed. He took a sip of water and sat on the edge of the mattress, wondering if she’d come home at all. He got up and dragged himself out onto the balcony to clear his head. He sat on the chaise lounge and his mind cast back to the winter morning after he had first made love to Carin. He was spooning her under the covers and looked past her shoulder to this same chaise lounge. He remembered hoping she’d be around when the weather warmed because he’d want to screw her on it.
Since that time he’d made love to her on the chaise dozens of times.
And now this.
He looked out to the Sound, gave a little snort, and his cell phone rang.
“Carin?”
“I’m sorry, baby. I thought we were leaving. I’ll be home really soon. Is that all right?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’ll be home very soon. I’m… Ohh gosh! I’ll be right home. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He could hear the phone being fumbled. Just before the line went dead, he heard her say, “Ohhhh…do that!”
He fell back into the room and dropped onto the bed. He was dazed, sweating, his heart physically sore with despair. He had heard it happening and she was loving it. Right then, he promised himself to never put her in that situation again.
* * * * *
Twenty-five minutes later, a car door slammed in the driveway. He jumped from the bed and looked out the window. Carin walked from the car toward the house. Her hair was no longer in pigtails; her blouse was buttoned almost to her neck and one of her hands was balled into a fist. The driver’s window went down and she turned toward it. She wandered back to the car and
mouthed a few words. An arm came from the window and waved her closer but she took a step back. She said a few more words and turned away. The window closed and the car sped off.
Chapter Twenty-Four
From the master bedroom, Justin heard Carin’s heeled sandals softly clicking downstairs in the foyer. They clicked through the hall and into the bathroom. He heard the door close, the toilet flush, water running through the pipes. He heard the door open, clicking in the foyer again, the stairs creaking. When she appeared in the bedroom, her face was glowing, as if back from a long walk on the breezy beach.
“I saw him calling you back to the car,” Justin said.
“He wanted a kiss.”
“You didn’t kiss him.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“We weren’t in the office.”
“You kissed him in the office?”
She was still lingering at the threshold of the door. He was sitting on the edge of the bed as they looked at each other.
“He tried touching me in the car on the way home. We were at the same light you and I were when you touched me, going the other way. I said no to him because I felt funny doing anything other than what you specifically wanted.”
“What did I want?”
“You wanted me with him…in his office.”
“You were with him in his office?”
“That’s what you wanted, right?”
“Yes.”
Carin glanced toward the master bath. The shower light and fan were on. The multiple showerheads dripped heavily. A towel was on the floor.
“Tell me,” Justin said again.
“You want honest, baby?”
“I always want honest, Puppet. If we’re going to make it, it’s because of honesty. I want to hear every honest fucking detail.”
She came to him and kissed him on the head as he sat on the bed then whispered in his ear.
“You promised you wouldn’t be mad.”
“I won’t be, but I want you to tell me everything, including your true feelings about it all.”
“I won’t say I didn’t like it, if that’s what you want to hear. But it was because you wanted me to do it. I never would’ve done anything like that unless you told me to. Never would have thought it or wanted it. Not in a million years. That’s what you need to know more than anything.”
“I do know that. You came?”
“Please lie down.”
Justin reclined on the bed, his hard cock sore for attention. Carin moved onto the bed and got on her haunches between his legs, like a bunny going for a carrot. She had a way of putting him at ease and seemed determined to do so now. She opened his robe and held his hard penis in her hand next to her mouth. She talked to it as if into a microphone.
“I missed you so much, baby,” she said, giving gentle kisses to the shaft. “When you left me in the parking lot, I was excited. I know you wanted me melty when I went in and I was.”
She stopped talking to lick the drooling tip.
“Go on, Puppet,” he choked.
“I wanted you to come so badly. I wish you had let me do that for you. I wanted you with me. In my tummy.”
“When you saw the good doctor?” Justin managed to say.
“Yes…the good doctor.”
Carin put him in her mouth, deep throating him as far as he would go. It was all he could do to not come immediately.
She must have sensed his excitement because she backed off. He stroked her hair, now down around her shoulders. He felt a matted area and moved his hand away.
“You have it in your hair,” he said.
“I know.”
She stroked Justin’s cock slowly with her wet hand.
“You had me so worked up in the waiting room. I was nervous. And had so much anticipation. I knew what you wanted. He smiled at me after seeing me and I was practically hanging out of my blouse. He smiled as if he knew something was up. Did you plan it with him?”
“No.”
“’Cuz I know you know him a little.”
“I know of him, is more accurate. He has a reputation. No doubt I knew he’d go for you. But no, we did not plan anything.”
“Good. I’m glad about that.”
“Tell me more.”
“I wasn’t sure about anything. But hardly anybody was in the office. And then…when I was in the exam room, just waiting and waiting… I heard him send the receptionist home. Right then I knew.”
“Knew what?”
“I knew he’d have me, baby.”
“He fucked you?”
“Oh baby.”
“He fucked you and you had an orgasm.”
“After you left me like that? How could I not!”
Just then, cum started spurting from Justin’s cock. Seeing it, Carin capped her mouth over it like a blanket over a fire; but instead of smothering his excitement, the flame was only intensified. She swallowed what she could, letting the rest drool down her chin. He stayed completely solid, not cooling down a bit as she licked his shaft.
“It’s nice having you in me, baby,” she said. “I missed that so much. I feel perfect when you come.”
Justin told her he wanted more of the story.
“More now?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And don’t leave anything out.”
“Okay, baby,” Carin said, licking him again.
“I wasn’t sure how it would start but he helped with that. He finally came into the room and just stared at me. I guess by then, after so much waiting and thinking about it, I looked a sight. My miniskirt was hiked up and my blouse was practically wide open. He said he’d looked at my chart and concurred with Dr. Shapiro’s diagnosis. It’s migraines. No big deal.”
“That’s good, baby. I’m glad that’s behind us.”
“He said he should examine me anyway. He wanted to start with my vital signs. He blew on his stethoscope to warm it up, put the ends in his ears and the other piece inside my blouse, right between my breasts. My chest was heaving. I couldn’t help it. I really should have worn a bra today. My nipples were poking through. He was looking at them.”
“Go on.”
“His palm touched my breast as he held the hearing piece over my heart. It was as if he was doing it by accident but I knew it was on purpose. He was being careful but his palm was definitely rubbing me. He told me later that hitting on patients is a huge no-no.”
She continued stroking as she spoke. Justin hadn’t deflated a bit. He was excited thinking about the casual conversation the two must have shared about the doctor’s Hippocratic Oath.
“You two did a lot of talking?”
“No, not at first. When he was done listening to my heart, he said, ‘Your heart is really pumping. That’s a good sign. You sound healthy’. Then he smiled that smile again. He does have a cute mouth, baby, I’ll give him that.”
Carin looked up and Justin gave her his cutest smile.
“I could tell he was excited. He had on black pants. I remembered what you said about how to entice…how all I needed to do was show that I wanted to please. I said, ‘Doctor Komonov, maybe your heart is really pumping too?’ while looking at his pants.
“I didn’t know what I was thinking. I mean, I’d been waiting for something, not really knowing what, since you sent me in there. I looked at the bulge in his pants and he looked at me. I was really…you know how I get. Like the time in the Caribbean when you made me show myself on the beach. I was at least that wet. I really wished you were there. All you would’ve had to do was touch me and I’d have come like a river.”
Justin moaned as Carin pinched the head of his prick between a thumb and two fingers.
“He said, ‘I saw you in the car. I saw your head go down. I saw him unbutton your blouse’. I was shocked. I had no idea he’d seen us. Did you?”
“No.”
“I tried to act nonchalant. I said, ‘Did you like what you saw?’
“You don’t like choices, Puppet.”
“I wanted to do what you wanted me to. My hands were shaky. You know how I get.”
“Yeah…”
“I took off my blouse and let it drop. He stared at my breasts and commented on them. Then he reached over…I thought to touch them…but he pulled one of my hair ribbons and started unbraiding my hair.”
“What did he say about your breasts?”
“He said they were perfect. Somehow he knew they weren’t fake.”
“He’s seen his share.”
“He’s a doctor.”
“That too. He unbraided your hair?”
“I said, ‘Do you want my hair down?’ and he said, ‘Yes’. So I undid the other ribbon and unbraided that side as he did the other. When we were done, I asked if that was how he wanted me and he said yes again.
“Then he leaned over, baby, and… Are you sure you want to hear this part?”
Carin took time from her story to suck Justin as she waited for a reply.
He was quickly hard again and soon said, “I need to know. Go on.”
Carin pulled off and continued.
“He put his mouth on my nipple, baby. Is that what you want to hear? That he was very sweet. Very gentle?”
“If that’s what he was.”
“He was in the beginning. And yes, baby… I came. I came a lot. I never thought I could come from just a mouth on my breast but I felt it building. Then he touched me through my thong and I exploded. I came really hard and fast that first time. I had to hold on to his shoulders. I think I surprised him. He told me later he’d never experienced that before, somebody coming so fast.”
“Like you did in the car with me that first time,” Justin panted. “You come quickly, baby.”
“Yeah.”
“Then what?”
“After that? What do you think?”
“How would I know?”
“Oh baby. You know!”