Page 33 of Unwell
‘I’m just grabbing a file for Dr. Marney,’ I lied. Could he tell? He didn’t look convinced, but after glaring at me for a few moments, he left. Muttering under his breath as he shut the door behind him.
I sagged against the desk.
Too close.
Too damned close.
I swept a strand of unruly hair away from my face.
And then the real danger entered.
Dr. Marney filled the doorway. His fingers flexed on the handle as his face broke into a grin. He shut the door behind him and the click of the lock made my blood run cold.
‘Naughty, Nurse,’ he said, his voice slick like a serpent. ‘Rifling through my things, are we?’
‘Dr. Marney,’ I gasped. ‘Please?—’
‘On your knees, Nancy.’
His tone froze me to the spot.
‘But Robert…’ I protested.
Marney moved, closing the space between us with each menacing step.
‘What Robert doesn’t know won’t hurt him. It’s this, or you can kiss your job goodbye. And I know how much you two rely on your meagre income. Hell, give me a good suck and I might even throw you a bonus.’
His dark laughter had me folding in on myself.
What choice did I have? I couldn’t leave. Not before Ginny had the baby. I couldn’t abandon them.
My legs folded before I realised I’d moved. One of his hands shoved into my bun, while the other undid his buttons.
His flaccid cock was thick, smelling of salty manliness. I shrank back, but Marney pulled my hair tighter, forcing me to take him into my mouth.
I gagged at the softness of his cock, praying he would fail to rise. Then he could let me go out and hopefully be too embarrassed to plague me further.
No such luck.
As I gagged and spluttered, his cock grew rigid, taking up more and more of my mouth. His strokes were rough and merciless, his other hand pinching my nose until black dots swam in my vision.
Each release of my mouth came with an eruption of saliva, only greasing his path back into my throat. My eyes burned.
Tears streaked my cheeks, but Marney only laughed.
‘You take dick almost as well as that Darcy up on four. She sucks like a demon.’
With coughs ravaging my throat, I struggled against him, fighting for air.
‘I don’t know what your husband’s complaints are about. If you were my wife, you’d get a cum shot every morning before work. A sweet plump little thing like you. Just need to be kept full.’
The sting of his words gutted me. Did Robert complain about our sex life?
Marney used my mouth like it was just another hole in that godforsaken place. Finally, he let out a sordid groan, and I hoped he’d cum so I could stop.
But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled me to my feet and bent me over his desk.
Hot breath in my ear.
