Page 11 of Bad for Me

His hands slide all over Meredith’s body, aimlessly and greedily, as if he can’t get enough. I laugh as I pull my dick free.

“Did you?” My skepticism isn’t strong. I already knew things had changed. “Well, I’m glad you finally came around to the idea of having a mother in your life again.”

Meredith stiffens and struggles to sit up, looking between us like cornered prey. My stomach twists with excitement. My dick is hardly soft. Knowing how it feels to sink into her body, I doubt I’ll ever go truly flaccid in her presence again. The exhilaration from knowing that the time has come to claim what’s mine is making my head spin.

When she starts to shake her head, I can’t help but taunt her a bit. “Mother, wife, filthy slut… we’re still working out the titles. Feel free to choose or come up with your own. We’re not picky.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Her voice is small and airy. The pretty flush beneath her brown skin is fading as reality begins to creep in.

“You’re our joint Christmas gift, Meredith. From here on out, you’re ours.” I shake my head to cut off whatever she’s about to say as her mouth pops back open. Those swollen lips are tantalizing, but right now, it’s time they remain shut. “It’s not a question. You’ve wanted us as badly as we’ve wanted you. To say otherwise would be a lie, wouldn’t it? There’s no getting around this. I know how much you love rules, Meredith. How you cling to them. But I also know what a passionate woman you can be. I had a feeling, you know, that beyond that pleasant smile, there was more to you than meets the eye. After I put cameras in here, my theory was confirmed. But you hide it from the world, and I loathe that. If you want something, I believe in going after it. So rather than allow such wanton behavior to happen behind closed doors, I want to bring you out into the light. You wanted us both. I made that happen.”

Isaac chuckles as he puts away his dick. “He was pretty creative—falsifying those court-mandated therapy documents, huh? They looked legit.”

Meredith’s face begins to crumple. “I-I don’t understand.”

Yes she does. It’s as clear as day as realization begins to dawn on her.

“It’s simple.” Isaac shrugs, calmer now that he’s gotten his dick wet. “Dad wanted me to seduce you. Paid me big bucks at first to come in here and play the broken guy that you’d think you could fix. But then Imetyou, and after about three sessions, I found myself actually looking forward to talking to you. And when I watched you touch yourself to the picture of me and him every Friday after everyone left the office?” He shakes his head with a soft laugh. “Dad didn’t need to pay me to come here after that. Hell, he had to keep me from scheduling more than one session a week. He couldn’t stop me from following you around though. Watching you from afar…”

Meredith recoils away from him, unconsciously leaning closer to me.

“And now—” I tell her, gaining Meredith’s attention again “—we’re here. Together. Where we belong.”

She cringes as her head whips back and forth. “No, no! We can’t do this! What about the board? Or patient-doctor?—”

“None of that matters.” I tilt my head as I reconsider my answer. “Well, let me rephrase that. While it doesn’t matter to me or Isaac, I know it matters to you. So I’m going to make this new situation easier to accept.”

Her pupils narrow. “How?”

“By taking away your ability to consider a way out of this.” I speak clearly, spelling out her situation so there can be no misunderstandings from here on out. “From now on, you’ll be ours, Meredith. Our woman to play with, to lavish gifts upon, to take on our travels, to fill with our cum…Ours. I’m not above holding the evidence of you breaking into my office or of you touching yourself against you. Or, better yet, the video that finished recording a few minutes ago, of you screwing my son, your patient. It’ll be heavily edited so I was never here, but who needs the full story when just a glimpse is all it will take to strip you of your license?”

Meredith’s lips pop back open. The alarm on her face is priceless.

“But in return—” Isaac squeezes her thighs with his hands “—we’reyours.We all get what we want. You get a nice little family. And us? We get a woman who craves our attention and touch. I told you this Christmas was going to be different for the both of us.”

“No.” The word is out of Meredith’s mouth before she’s off the desk and scrambling to grab her clothes. She grabs her shirt and yanks it back on. Meredith reaches for her skirt next. “This is wrong.Sick!”

“Where are you going, doctor?” Isaac mocks, flashing her a predatory grin. “You don’t think you canrunfrom this, do you?”

He kicks her shoes toward her. We both watch as she stands there stiffly. Will pride and fear have her forgoing them in order to run and put space between us? Nope. Not this time. Meredith slips on her shoes while trying to button her shirt. I don’t miss the way her hands tremble. The fact that she’s so flustered now, after playing along, is adorable. Back to her prudish ways it seems.

“Do you think you can hide in that fancy townhouse of yours off 3rd and Wayne’s Street? That I won’t slip in through the sliding glass door around back to come after you?”

Meredith stumbles back, away from both of us, toward the door, as she stares at Isaac. “How do you know that?”

“Because I slip in every once in a while to steal a pair of your used panties to cum in later that night.”

Her shriek of indignation and surprise makes me laugh.

“Let her run, Isaac. Let’s see how far she thinks she can get.” I grin as she reaches for the doorknob. “I told you what I’ll do, but I don’t mind this game you’re tempting us with. You want to play keep away? Fine, let’s see how long you think you can keep us at bay.”

Rather than respond, Meredith grabs her purse, yanks open the door, and disappears down the hallway.

Isaac whirls around to face me. “What the fuck? I thought we were going to?—”

“We’re bringing her home tonight.” I listen to Meredith’s hurried footsteps as she retreats. “But she wants to be chased. How can we refuse?”

Understanding dawns on Isaac’s face, brightening it and eliciting a grin. “How much of a head start are we giving her?”

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