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“I can still taste you, and fuck if you haven’t become my favorite meal.”
“Doc,” I cry out when he hits the spot inside me I know can send me spiraling if history is anything to go by.
“It’s okay, spitfire. I’ve got you.”
I tug at the cuffs around my wrists, desperate to get free, but being bound only adds another level of pleasure. Doc has taught me more about myself in the last week than I’ve learned in the first twenty years of my life. It’s like he can read my body and my mind better than I can.
“I like you like this, Isla. Bound for me so I can use you any time I want. Should I leave you here? Tied up and waiting for me?” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “Maybe I could leave a vibrator inside your pretty pussy. Only on a low speed though. All your orgasms belong to me and me alone.”
“Fuck,” I breathe.
“Yeah, I like that idea. I think when I go to work at night I’ll leave you here, and when I come back, you’ll be so fucking desperate for me that you can barely breathe. Isn’t that right?”
His hips meet mine in a maddening rhythm. It isn’t quite enough to get me to the edge, and despite all the orgasms I’ve already had, I need another one almost as badly as I need to keep breathing.
“Yes,” I cry. “Doc, please. I need more.”
“I know, Isla.” He strokes his hand down my spine. “I’ll always give you everything you need.”
His thrusts pick up in speed, and I hold onto the headboard to keep myself steady.
Doc snakes a hand around me, quickly finding my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I jolt at the sudden increase in pressure, letting out something between a cry and a scream. “Doc,” I plead, but I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. For him to stop? To keep going? To make me come? I’m just desperate for him, and I can’t allow myself to read into that right now, not when I’m on the brink of another earth-shattering orgasm.
“I’ve got you, spitfire. You’re going to be a good slut for me and you’re going to choke my cock. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I cry.
He slaps his palm down on my ass so hard I feel it through my entire body, and it brings me that much closer to the release I crave.
“Mm, my girl likes being spanked.” He chuckles as he lands three more slaps in rapid succession, each one causing me to pulse around his hard length. “Come for me, spitfire. I need to see you dripping with my cum again.”
It’s those words that drag me over the edge, and I tumble so hard that the only thing that keeps me upright is Doc’s tight gripon me, holding me steady as my entire body tenses and then trembles through pleasure that makes it hard to breathe.
“Fuck, you’re choking my cock, baby. That’s it. Come for me.” Doc coaches me through, and each word seems to drag it on longer and longer until stars dance in my vision.
Holy shit. I didn’t know it could feel like this. So all-consuming. So fucking good.
“That’s it, Isla. Take my cum like a good girl,” he grunts, his thrusts losing their rhythm until he lets out a roar that tears through the otherwise quiet apartment. I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors could hear us, and right now, I can’t bring myself to care.
My release starts to ebb, and I allow my body to relax in Doc’s arms. I can’t hold myself up any longer, and if he lets go, I’m definitely going to faceplant the pillows. Not a bad problem to have I suppose.
He remains inside me for long moments, one arm wrapped around my waist holding me against him while the other moves over my body, his gentle touch at odds with the way he just fucked me. Being with Doc only seems to get more confusing by the second.
Wait a minute.
Wasn’t I making a plan to leave before he brought me in here? Didn’t I want to get as far away from this man as I could manage?
How the hell did he do that?
How did he distract me without me even realizing he was doing it?
And how did he manage to soften my resolve with nothing more than a couple of orgasms and a bunch of dirty words?
“You’re magnificent, Isla,” Doc murmurs against the shell of my ear. “I never thought I’d feel like this. I didn’t think I wascapable. But with you, everything is different. I’m different with you.”
His admission has tears gathering in my eyes, and knowing he can’t see my face, I allow them to fall against my cheeks. But not because I’m sad. No. These are happy tears, because it’s like he’s just reached into my head and said the exact thing I’ve been feeling.
