Dr. Lena Voss adjusted her glasses in the stark therapy room, her sharp eyes fixed on Marcus Kane, the notorious criminal whose sessions had become a battlefield of wits and temptation. At thirty-eight, Lena was no pushover; her reputation for breaking through hardened psyches was legendary, yet Marcus's smoldering gaze always tested her resolve. "Back again, Marcus," she said coolly, clipboard in hand. "Let's discuss your progress without the usual distractions."
Marcus leaned back, his muscular frame straining the orange jumpsuit, a cocky grin playing on his lips. "Distractions? Doc, you're the one who gets me cooperating. How about we skip the small talk and you earn my honesty with a little touch?" Lena arched an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Your cooperation isn't a commodity for groping. Try using words instead of those hands of yours."
The tension thickened as Marcus stood, circling her desk with predatory grace. "Words are boring, Lena. I want that ass under my palm, and maybe those tits too. Cooperate, and I'll spill about the heist." She didn't flinch, meeting his challenge head-on. "You think spanking me buys your story? Bold, but I'm not some submissive toy. Make it worth my while, criminal."
He closed the distance, his hand brushing her hip before cupping her breast firmly through her blouse. Lena gasped but held his stare, her pulse quickening with unwanted heat. "Horny already?" he teased, fingers squeezing. "Your body's betraying that professional act." She retorted wittily, "And yours is hard just from a glance. Pathetic for a man who claims control."
Marcus bent her over the table in one swift move, her palms flat on the wood as he hiked up her skirt. The first spank landed with a sharp crack, her ass stinging deliciously. Lena bit her lip, wetness already pooling between her thighs. "Again," she demanded, strong and unyielding. "But talk while you do it, or this ends now."
He spanked her again, harder, the sound echoing as her ass reddened. "You love this, don't you? Wet and dripping for a dangerous man like me." Lena panted, pushing back against him. "I love the power exchange, Marcus. Your cock's probably throbbing, but I'll decide when it comes out." She reached back, unzipping him to stroke his hard length, her grip firm and commanding.
Dropping to her knees, Lena took his cock into her mouth for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. Marcus tangled fingers in her hair, but she set the pace, sucking deeply until he was panting. "Fuck, doc, you're good at this," he muttered. She pulled off with a smirk. "Earn the rest. Bend me over properly and fuck this pussy like you mean it."
He obliged, flipping her onto the table and thrusting into her dripping pussy, their bodies slapping together. Lena wrapped her legs around him, riding the rhythm with equal force, sweat glistening on her skin. "Harder," she ordered between moans, her ass jiggling from each spank. Marcus complied, gripping her hips as pleasure built, both sweating and lost in the frenzy.
They climaxed together, Lena crying out as she came around his cock, his cum spilling hot inside her. Panting, they untangled, her strong gaze locking on his. "Session over, but next time, bring more than demands." Marcus chuckled, zipping up. "You're hooked, doc."
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Lena with a lingering thrill that promised far more dangerous games ahead.
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