Closed to formersurgeon

[drwhitly]

Martin had been looking forward to seeing Joan Watson again. Ever since they had met, she was on his mind daily and nightly. So he woke up that morning, attempted to brush his hair, shape up his beard by the prison barber, and await her in his cell.

When the guard came in to bind him, he was surprised that his hands weren't cuffed, but the leash was still there attaching him to the wall; in case he was to run? It was a silly notion, but he didn't complain because he was going to see her that day.

When he saw her figure being let in the first set of doors, he stood, approaching the red line.

Comments

[drwhitly]

Martin used a free hand to encourage her legs to go up and over her shoulders before adding two fingers inside of her. The gasp was encouragement to his ears as he began to thrust the fingers more intently. His style tended to sway from passionate and sensual to rough and aggressive.

[formersurgeon]

She hooked her legs over his shoulders, her fingers tightening in his hair as his ministrations intensified, moaning as he began fucking her with his fingers. She began to move her hips need fully, grinding against his mouth, fucking his face, chasing after the sensation she hungered for.

[drwhitly]

Martin inhaled deeply, enjoying every moment that she fucked his face. He got off on his own skill and knowing that she was reacting to that rather than her own pleasure independent of him. He let out a long hum to vibrate against the sensitive skin. "Mmmm-"

[formersurgeon]

Oh god, that felt good.

"Martin," she moaned, moving faster and grinding harder against him, the pleasure mounting, aided by the harmony between their motions, his lips and tongue and fingers and voice working her as she responded, writhing against him. She wasn't exactly shy in bed, but somehow she felt particularly free with him, free to go after what she wanted, what she needed.

[drwhitly]

Martin thrived on women feeling that comfortable with him. Granted, it was what allowed him to prey on them, but it made him grow hard again just recognizing it in her. He usually couldn't bounce back so quickly, but he didn't bring attention to himself as he worked to get her to climax, his tongue fluttering and swirling while his fingers curled searching for her sweet spot.

[formersurgeon]

She was well aware of how dangerous it was to be so comfortable with him. He was a brilliant psychopath with a penchant for luring his victims with an air of safety, convincing them to lower their guard. And her guard was definitely lowered. She could defend herself fairly well in most situations, but she was particularly vulnerable here. She didn't think he would kill her, or even harm her... but there was still the possibility.

And god, that was hot.

She was getting closer and closer to climax, her body tightening as she panted out soft cries...

And then his crooked fingers brushed over that sensitive spot inside her and she yelled as she came, her hands twisting in his hair as her pussy clamped hard on his fingers.

[drwhitly]

Martin absolutely adored how quickly she let him in once they had connected the first time. It wasn't that he saw her as less in any way, but rather as one that was a moth to the flame with someone like him. He understood his appeal to women very well and wielded it as such. Someone like Joan was one he didn't grow tired of. She wasn't as disposable as the other 'fan girls' that came and went. They were so boring, but she was certainly something else.

As she came, he didn't let up; she would have to push him off to get him to stop. He let her milk him for every last moment, feeling her body contract and tasting her juices smear on his lips.

[formersurgeon]

She was definitely not the sort of person to be charmed by just any psychopathic serial killer. She'd met plenty of that type in her work, and had never been attracted to them the way she was attracted to Martin. On the surface level she'd guess it was due to their common past as surgeons, but she suspected that it was deeper than that, perhaps the same sort of foundational intellectual curiosity that brought them to medicine in the first place. A deep curiosity that pulled them both toward murder but in different directions.

She writhed, her body absolutely overflowing with sensation, driven practically out of her mind with the relentless pleasure he was giving her, until it was too much and she shoved him away and closed her legs, panting.

[drwhitly]

Other than for company and some emotional and sexual support, Martin really hadn't taken advantage of Joan too terribly much. Nothing to the extent of others that he planned to discard. She had some longevity to her and he anticipated that, which had a sort of fulfillment that made him treat her with extra care.

He moved back when she finally pushed him back, grinning at how spent she appeared. He wiped his beard and chin with his hand, his own cock hard, but in no need of attention.

"You're incredibly sexy when you climax." he told her, watching her lay back in the afterglow of it all. He stayed on his stomach just looking up at her, smiling and nuzzling her thigh.

[formersurgeon]

She really was spent, to the point of feeling warm and sleepy, wrapped in the afterglow. She looked down at him and smiled, reaching down to stroke his cheek with her fingertips, a distinctly affectionate gesture.

"You're incredibly good at making me climax," she answered softly. "Come up here and lie with me?" She wanted to be close to him, in his arms, sharing the warmth of the moment. If they weren't in a prison cell she would have suggested spending the night, but at the moment she thought that wasn't an option.

[drwhitly]

"I know," He replied, not shy on his abilities as a lover, but enjoying the compliment. Moving from between her legs, he slid in beside her, bringing her to be in his arms. He certainly would love for her to spend the night although his entertaining and hosting abilities were extremely limited. He also knew that it would be costly for him to afford for her to stay with him; it was a mighty trade to just get this sort of conjugal visit.

"If we were at your place, we could spend all night like this." he spoke softly, kissing her head.

[formersurgeon]

She nestled against him, her small body fitting so comfortably in his arms, and sighed contentedly, brushing her fingertips along his shoulder.

"That would be nice," she murmured back. "I wish we could fall asleep together."

It was a different sort of intimacy, one that she had only shared with a couple of her "exercise partners," and even then without the sort of affection that falling asleep right then and there, in his arms, would represent. It represented so much more trust.

[drwhitly]

So few women would fall asleep beside him now that it was very public knowledge of what he was. Joan being so comfortable with him did mean something and showed him her mindset.

"Maybe one day," he smiled softly, almost knowingly. "In your bed or mine." Yes, he had a life sentence, but who knew. Stranger things had happened in life.

[formersurgeon]

If she weren't so warm and relaxed and sleepy, she would have picked up on the knowingness, but as it was she laughed softly. It would be his bed, of course. He did have a life sentence, after all.

"One day," she answered, lifting her face to kiss him gently.

[drwhitly]

Martin smiled, hearing her agree. It didn't matter if she caught on or not, he knew what the future could hold.

"And then I'll cook for you in the morning." He was a romantic despite not really feeling true romance. He appreciated the concept and thought.

He kissed her back, "You can rest, darling." Giving her permission if she were to doze off. "No one is making you leave."

[formersurgeon]

She smiled at his assertion that he'd cook for her, assuming it was a joke. It was still sweet, the romanticism coming through. "Such a gentleman," she murmured.

He gave her permission to rest, and she nodded sleepily, then snuggled in closer, closing her eyes. It wasn't long at all before she drifted off, feeling warm and safe in the arms of a serial killer.