He continued writing for a few seconds, and she started to feel a little irritated. Just when she was about to ask him again, he stopped his work and looked up at her.
He was different, she realized, in a dozen small ways that all added up to something larger. His shoulders weren’t as bent, he held his head differently, and she had never seen him with an expression on his face like the one he wore now. But most of all, it was his eyes. He looked at her with a clear intensity that left her breathless.
“I said you’re done with your lunch, Miss Upton. Now stand up.” He held her gaze for a few moments and then returned to his work.
She felt a stirring between her thighs and at the same time nervousness in the pit of her stomach. The way he had looked at her, the way he had spoken to her—she didn’t know what to do. Slowly, still unsure of herself and the situation, she stood.
Jekyll continued writing and then spoke without looking at her. “Now take off your underwear.”
“What?”
Jekyll stopped what was he was doing and turned his full attention on her again. She felt her pulse quickening as she stood before him, his eyes looking deep into hers.
“Last night, you suggested that the two of us share a room. I wondered what your intentions were then.” He raised his eyebrows. “I told you to take off your underwear, Miss Upton, and I don’t want to have to say it again.”
His gaze held hers, and she was aware that she was becoming wet as she stood there, almost panting. She tried to control her breathing and, before she could think about it too much, she reached down and lifted her skirt. Jekyll’s eyes did not leave hers as she reached up under her dress, fumbling with the waistband of her panties and sliding them down, letting her skirt fall back down as she did so. She stood, holding her pink cotton underwear in front of her, unsure of what she was supposed to do next.
Jekyll gave her a small smile. “Good girl,” he said and then returned to his work and food, ignoring her.
She stood for a long while, her breathing and pulse still barely under control, clutching her panties in both hands in front of her body, watching Jekyll work with her data. Finally she summoned enough courage to speak.
“Doctor—”
“Stand silently, Miss Upton,” he interrupted almost immediately. His voice was strict, but not angry. Not knowing what else to do, she simply stood near him, her panties in her hands, feeling her pussy aching for some kind of attention.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of waiting, Jekyll finished writing and turned to her, beckoning her closer.
“You can fold those and put them down, Miss Upton,” he said, pointing to the table, as though telling her what she should do with her panties was the most natural thing in the world. She quickly folded them and placed them on a clear spot on the table. By then, Dr. Jekyll had gathered up the papers and handed them to her.
“Here. Have a look at what I’ve done and let me know if anything is amiss.”
She took the papers and began looking through them, checking over what he had done. As she did that, she felt his hand brushing her lower leg, and he began lifting the bottom of her skirt. She tried to concentrate on the papers as his fingers brushed along the inside of her thigh, trailing upward.
“Spread your legs for me, Miss Upton.” His voice was soft, but commanding. She did as he said, trying desperately to focus on the paperwork as his hand moved up her inner thigh. She could not keep from letting out a soft whimper as his fingers found her now-very-wet pussy. He stood, looking over her shoulder at the data analysis, his hand still at her pussy, softly rubbing her there.
“Now I didn’t have all of the information to do a complete analysis, but I think what’s here should be sufficient for your presentation, do you agree?”
She nodded. “I think—” He slid a finger easily into her pussy as she began her answer, and her voice caught in her throat. “I think it will do very well. Thank you, Doctor Jekyll.” She looked to see that he was smiling at her reactions.
“Doctor Jekyll isn’t here. You may call me Master Hyde.” His finger slid slowly out of her and then up over her clit, sending a shiver through her body.
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Reviewer: Alberta
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This was a different take on the old Jekyll and Hyde story that I quite liked. Here, Doctor Jekyll is an absent minded professor who seems to exist in a half world of foggy memories while he attempts to find an elusive formula which might assist him in finding what he seeks.
Gabrielle is a brilliant chemist who Jekyll hires to work in his lab. She finds the formula that Jekyll could not, & when he tries it, as Master Hyde, he regains his keen insight & full memory. He also regains his dominant personality, eager to try out his BDSM proclivities on a willing Gabrielle. Together they heat up the sheets while trying to elude the bad guys who stop at nothing to bring Master Hyde back under their control.
It’s an entertaining story, outside of the sex & BDSM, although those parts are equally good. I think you’ll love this one.
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