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It was another late night at Akso hospital.
Zayne was in his office typing up reports when his phone buzzed with a text notification. At first, he ignored it unsure who would be messaging him at such an hour, but when a second buzz soon followed Zayne felt compelled to check it. Hunters, he reasoned worked as odd hours as surgeons sometimes, perhaps it was you?
“A gift,” read the first message, and underneath the link to a short video file. Zayne frowned at the cryptic message, and the unknown number. His brows drew together.
With a trepidatious caution he opened the file, and just as quickly closed it again.
Zayne had been woefully unprepared for the loud moan which had pierced the sterile quiet of his after-hours office, causing him to panic. Having a taste of what he was in for, Zayne had lowered the volume on his phone some before pressing play again.
That same broken moan escaped the speaker and his grip on the device tightened as he inhaled. Zayne’s irises were swallowed as his pupils dilated, taking in the scene before him.
It was you.
He exhaled a shaky breath. Your back was to the camera, you probably didn’t even know you were being recorded. Zayne would recognise your back anywhere. He slouched in his chair, spreading his legs to ease the pressure from his growing erection. He wouldn’t touch himself, not yet.
In the video you were wearing a tight-fitting little black dress, a V cut down the back of it. The hem of the dress is pulled taunt around your spread thighs as you straddle another man’s leg.
Zayne’s mouth is dry, and he swallows thickly. How ever he had imagined this late-night shift ending it was not with this. He switches his phone to his left hand and begins to tease himself with the right. Still enraptured by the video he trails his hand across his abdomen and down over the obscene bulge tenting his suit pants. His hips twitch restless at the minute touch.
The man in the video, the one whose thigh you’re sitting on, is well dressed in an expensive looking suit of dark grey with accents of red. His face is hidden from the camera by your strategic placement, so Zayne just gets glimpses of a shadowed- stubbled chin and jaw as the man places kisses to your neck.
“That’s it kitten, don’t hold back,” he growls, “take what you need.” The man’s voice has a gravel quality to it that makes it sound as if it was dragged from Hell.
His large hands bracket your hips, encouraging your motions but not forcing them.
Zayne watches enraptured, the rhythmic grind of your hips as you so obviously take your pleasure. Your moans mingle with the deeper grunts and groans of the man beneath you. Your hands grip at his hair, neck, and shoulders unable to settle in just one place.
Zayne is hard to the point of pain and still he teases himself. He thrust up into his palm, hissing at the not-enough friction, but he hasn’t unzipped his pants, not yet. It wouldn’t be the first time he masturbated in his office, it’s a great way to destress, after all. It wouldn’t even be the first time he’s done it thinking of you, if he’s honest. He had thought since meeting again there might be something between you. The pull of attraction was there, and he’d foolishly thought you’d felt it to.
He shakes the thought from his head. It’s obvious he’d thought wrong. Tonight, with video proof of how beautiful you look coming undone, he is desperate to see you get your pleasure first, even if it’s with someone else. His heart pangs, and he ignores that too.
You moan and shudder, hips moving erratically against the thick, hard thigh beneath you.
“That’s it sweetie, good girl,” that deep voice encourages.
Zayne watches transfixed as your spine contorts with a full body spasm as you come simply from humping this man’s thigh. Your head tilts back beautifully then the video feed cuts to black.
For a moment he think’s that’s the end of the video, Zayne has his belt undone and is pulling down his zipper, ready at last. He’s standing now, cock in hand, when the phone screen brightens again. The video is still playing and wet slurping sounds emit from the speaker. Zayne sets his phone down on his desktop so he can look down at it and braces his other hand against the edge of his desk.
The little black dress is gone, your back still faces the camera and now includes the lovely view of your naked ass as well. Zayne licks his lips he wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into that soft voluptuous flesh.
The man beneath you is stretched out on a bed now, one clad in dark silk sheets. He’s shoeless, and his once immaculately pressed dress pants are pulled down to his knees. An impressive erection strains against tight black boxer-briefs, an obvious damp spot staining the front of them. His shirt has also been wretched open exposing his chest and abdomen.
A smattering of light-coloured hair covers his chest, and a matching line leads from his navel and disappears down under the waistband of his underwear. His large hands grip your thighs, surely hard enough to leave bruises, as you ride the man’s face.
Zayne’s hips jerk forward as he thrusts into his hand. The audio is overwhelming, the wet sounds of the stranger licking into you combined with your sweet moans, Zayne knows he wont last long. He feels a muscle in his jaw twitch as he grits his teeth. He has often imagined eating you out. He would have you laid out beneath him, hands holding you down to the mattress as he took his fill. Zayne’s need for control would demand it.
He is loving this video though, this demanding side of you, taking what you want. The man beneath you is obviously enjoying it as well. Zayne could tell he could have easily made you switch places, had you at his mercy in the blink of an eye. Zayne can read your tells now, he can see the orgasm approaching. The wet slurping sounds intensify, and your moans reach a crescendo. The man’s hips jump off the bed seeking friction of his own. Your head tilts back and you’re coming. This time the audio doesn’t cut, it’s unmistakable, you scream his name.
In the shock of the aftermath Zayne’s orgasm catches him off-guard. It isn’t until his hand is full of wet, sticky ejaculate does he realise he’s cum.
He’s still processing many minutes later. Hands clean, pants zippered, that professional, unemotional doctor’s mask back in place. Someone, presumably the man in the video -but why?- has sent him a video of you getting off not once, but twice with said other man, where you call out Zayne’s name.
Zayne has a list of questions that he doubts will ever be answered. When was the video recorded? Who is the man you are with? Why would said other man send the video to Zayne?
Some questions might be answered tomorrow. Afterall, you have a checkup with Zayne, and if he happens to pay particular attention to your thighs, well, he is a doctor.