Don't... (A MM BDSM Thriller) by Jack L. Pyke

Author:Jack L. Pyke
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, erotica, thriller, suspense, gay, danger, contemporary, bdsm, ocd, mm, odd, ffp
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing

The clinic was tucked discreetly into a privately-owned estate just half-an-hour from work. Behind the immaculately-kept reception desk sat a pert twenty-something, didn’t-need-a-bra-to-hold-up-her-breasts, young woman. As a warmer welcome, her crisp lab coat, with the clinic’s name printed boldly on the pocket, was open at the top two buttons, revealing the over-tanned curve of firm breasts.

Focusing too much on the breasts, Jack. Move on. “Jack Harrison. I have an appointment booked for two.” I said, deliberately keeping my eyes above chest level; I was gay, not blind, and certainly open to appreciating a good set of twins like that.

“Mr. Harrison.” I received a very knowing smile, and let’s face it, if I weren’t used to these checks, I’d have run out the door and hid under a rock thinking she’d maybe booked the appointment and knew exactly what I was here for. To add a further insult, she gave a rather deliberate bend down to check the appointment records. Oh, women were good at showing what you could have won if you’d have only been a good boy.

“Oh, yes. Please take a seat. There’s a coffee machine in the lounge. Please help yourself.”

“I’ll take care of that.”

I turned hearing Jan’s voice and made a lousy attempt at failing to disguise what went through my mind then. He couldn’t even trust me to get it done, had to come and make sure.

Peachy. Just real fucking peachy, Jan.

I spun in the opposite direction and went through to the waiting lounge. It was “nice,” loads of plants, two corner settees that blended (discreetly?) into the pastels on the wall. Between the plants and décor, you had a few good places to hide in here, which was just as well considering blonde-boob-job in reception.

By the clock on the wall, a nice square clock that seemed to will you to not keep checking it, I was ten minutes early, so I went and slumped on the corner settee behind the wall, well out of eyeing distance of the receptionist. Sulky? Yeah, I could do sulky. I was just glad no one else was here to see it. Mind you, at the cost of these private tests, they only needed one customer a day to survive.

“Here.”

Sat forward, elbows on knees, hands locked in a pyramid in front of me, I looked up to see a coffee mug held inches from my face. I took it without thanking Jan and had a sip as he sat next to me.

And there we were; he sat drinking his coffee, I sat drinking mine. And that was the longest ten minutes of my life.

“Mr. Harrison?”

I glanced back over my shoulder seeing the receptionist smiling back by the glass doors. Had she undone another button since Jan had come in? Like I needed this shit too.

“This way please.”

I put my plastic coffee mug on the table at about the same time Jan did and noticed he got to his feet too. Obviously not just content in making sure I turned up, he wanted to make sure I got pricked too.

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