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Martin spent quite a while cooking in preparation of Joan arriving. They had acquired a very nice one bedroom well outside of New York City while allowed them some privacy and anonymity. Martin was able to use his resources to find the place and was pleased with the results.
He had ordered some prime steaks to begin grilling in the kitchen as he awaited her arrival. Martin was dressed casually but still well put together in some suit pants and a nice sweater; never again to the scrubs. He glanced at the clock before turning to his phone to see if she had announced that she was on her way.
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“So,” he began some causal conversation. “How is Sherlock?”
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The steak was really good, though. And he was clearly proud of his work.
He asked about Sherlock, and she swallowed her mouthful of food and sipped her wine. "Sherlock is well. He's happiest when he's working, so the past week has been very satisfying for him."
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“Good!” Martin was pleased at a distracted Sherlock. He continued to eat his steak and take drinks of wine as he asked, “Tell me, has there ever been a case he could not crack?”
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"Mmm," she hummed, swallowing her mouthful. "Yes. Not lately, but yes. At one point he gave me a trunk full of files from the cases he couldn't solve, so that I could take a crack at them." She cut another piece of steak. "I've solved a couple. Some of them, though...still mysteries." She put the piece of steak in her mouth.
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Martin took his time trying to savior the meal he had made but with each passing moment he was prepared to cut the meal short, watching Joan as she ate, like a cat looking to pounce.
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"Sherlock isn't really one for jealousy when it comes to cases," she noted. When it came to his partner? Yes. But with cases, the answer was the important thing, regardless of who arrived at it first. "So not quite a competition. But we do enjoy showing off for each other." Someone had once said they were members of a mutual admiration society, and they weren't far off. Joan and Sherlock admired and adored each other, a fact that Martin must have noticed.
Right now, though, he was clearly noticing other things. That look on his face suggested he was hungry for something that wasn't on his plate. She smiled slyly, and, looking in his eyes, slowly put another piece of steak in her mouth, then sighed with excessive pleasure as she chewed it.
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“You know,” he casually spoke, continuing to use a steak knife to slice through his meal. “I’ve been thinking of you all day. It’s been quite...intrusive.” His eyes raised to meet hers, certain she caught his meaning. “I resisted relieving myself which has been quite a feat, I’ll tell you.”
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He remarked on having though of her all day, and Joan glanced down at that steak he was cutting, knife in hand...and the image of one of Martin's victims flashed in her mind, her skin artfully sliced by someone who was clearly quite knowledgeable about anatomy. She blinked and looked up, and smiled, looking perfectly at ease.
"It's mutual. Although it would have been a lot harder for me to 'relieve myself' on the job. Way too many people. The thought of finding a bathroom did cross my mind, though..."
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He took another bite of steak before looking to her, “Maybe we invest in one of those remote toys that go in your panties. I mean, I wouldn’t want to disturb your work...but it’d be fun to play with if say you couldn’t come by in the evening.” He was realistic about their meeting up. She had to go back to her place enough for appearances and he didn’t ask more from her than she could offer. They still had to be careful nearly every day.
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She took a bite and smiled at the suggestion. "That would be...interesting," she said. "I could wear it during the day and text you when I have a minute to myself and can't stop thinking of you."
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“Yes,” he grinned, his head tilting down to watch her, savoring that they were thinking exactly alike right then. “It’d be like I was the one pleasuring you.” Since technically he would be. “That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
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She had been thinking of the "horny surgeon," looking right past the truth that should have been obvious.
"Operations aroused you," she said, with a tone of realization that wasn't quite shock. "I had always thought it was the murder itself that you found enticing. But it was more than that, wasn't it? What about the operations turned you on?"
They were definitely on the same page when it came to the use of a toy. "You would be the one pleasuring me," she pointed out with a smile. "It would be nice. Might even help me concentrate on my work, if whenever I'm all hot and bothered over you, you could satisfy me right away."
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“I would truly love that.” Back to control and a touch of ownership over her even if in brief moments. He didn’t care for her to get her mind too wrapped up in logistics. “I’ll search for one tomorrow.”
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"Maybe that's part of why I couldn't operate after accidentally killing one of my patients," she mused. "It's only thrilling when you know you're in control."
She smiled at his enthusiasm for being able to pleasure her even when they were apart. There was an element of ownership to it, the idea that when she was in need of sexual satisfaction she would turn to him, no matter where she was. She wondered if he'd want her to promise to tell him every time she was aroused. Or want her to beg for her release.
Both ideas thrilled her. The idea of being owned by him thrilled her.
"Let me know where I can pick it up," she said, and took another bite of steak.
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He hadn’t thought out the details of the endeavor just yet but Martin would be certain to explore every angle of it. He would love to have her accountable to him when she was aroused. Owning her excited him on so many levels.
“I’ll order it tonight when you leave.” He declares before taking the last bite off of his plate, picking up his wine to complete the meal. “But for now I think we need something a bit more organic, don’t you think, darling?”
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"It is," she affirmed.
She finished her meal at the same time, chasing down the last bit of steak with the last swallow of wine. "Definitely," she agreed, setting down the wine glass and wiping her mouth with her napkin. She put the napkin down and looked around. "Hmm...against the wall might be nice. Or you could lift me onto one of the counter tops. Or you could just sweep everything off the table and fuck me right here." She looked at him, eyebrows playfully raised. "Thoughts?"
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"Not even interested in making it to the bedroom," he observed, listening to her verbal fantasizes. He smiled with his words, taking a moment to set his own wine glass to the side; they were a mess to clean up if they broke. "I do like the idea of taking you right here and now." He pushed his seat back slightly, his legs casually spread. "But first you're going to come over to me, get on your knees, and get things started." He removed the question from this suggestion.
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She smiled a little at his order, and considered him for a moment, now slightly back from the table, before pushing back from the table herself. She rose, flashed her eyebrows playfully, then got down on her hands and knees to crawl under the table toward him.
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Just the sight of her on her knees got his cock swelling. To aid things along, he took the liberty of opening his pants and pulling himself out, stroking his cock as he watched her approach. “You look hungry for it.” He observed with a playful smirk.
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She smiled as she saw him stroking his cock, the sight of it only intensifying the heat between her legs.
"Ravenous," she answered, smirking back, moving between his knees, She leaned forward, eyes on his, and lightly raked the head of his cock with her teeth.
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“Yes....that’s it-“ he purred, chin to his chest just watching her.
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She leaned into the hand touching her hair for a moment, then opened her mouth wider, taking him further inside, then slowly dragging her teeth up his shaft.
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His toes curled in his shoes feeling the slight toughness of her teeth, certain his cock had twitched in her mouth, producing some precum on her tongue. “Oh-“ he purred again. “I’d tell you to be careful but there’s no fun in that.”
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"No fun at all," she purred with a sly smile, then carefully, playfully, nipped at the edge of his glans before taking him in her mouth again, this time to work him with her lips and tongue.
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He paused as he thought over his next words. Wetting his lips he said, “And decide what I’m to do to you.”
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So sorry for being so slow!
No worries!
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