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"Don't ask questions unless I say you can," I cut her off.

I moved to her side and began massaging her breasts. "Can you feel how the tips have hardened, Dr. Davenport?" I asked. "This is a normal response in the cold, or when you're anticipating being fucked."

She didn't reply but licked her lips nervously. It was strangely satisfying, seeing her bound, exposed, and at my mercy.

I unzipped and removed my pants and folded my jacket and shirt up. I was already hard. "Dr. Galbraith," I said. "Will you please gag Dr. Davenport?"

"Gladly."

John moved forward with a handkerchief and bound it around Dessie's lush mouth, drowning out her mewls. She tried to say something, but only muffled noises sounded from her throat.

"You are very wet," I observed as I touched the area around her vagina. "Do you know what this means?"

She shook her head slightly, her eyes wide and doe-like.

"You're sexually excited," I commented softly. "The blood flow to your genitals has increased, which is why the vulva and clitoris swell and the vagina lubricates itself. It will make what I am about to do easier."

Her eyes became helpless saucers as she looked at my penis. I positioned it to her entrance and pushed it in. The initial shock on her face adjusted as she relaxed, accommodating me. Tomy surprise, she purposefully clenched her muscles around my cock, making me gasp.

"You have some nerve," I breathed.

I began to move in and out, faster. She felt exquisite, indescribably hot and soft. Her vagina expanded to accept my penis more and more. As I plunged into her, I used my fingers to examine her labia and clitoris. "Your clit is becoming enlarged. You feel warm and tight." I kept my tone strictly even, not wanting her to glean how hard my heart was beating, how much I wanted this, her,all of it.I wrapped my hands around her slender waist, pumping my cock harder into her each time. I pinched her nipples as I pounded her.

"You are warm," I said, vaguely aware that I was repeating myself. "Not so tight any longer." I slapped her breasts quickly. She was becoming flushed, her pupils dilated. "And you are enjoying this more than you should. Maybe you'd like to say how you feel."

Leon moved over and removed the handkerchief over her mouth. "Talk to us, Dessie."

"I have nothing to say," she replied, her tone feverish. "Just keep fucking me."

As I fucked her, I massaged her clitoris hard and fast. She was shaking now, bucking her pelvis.

"Describe how you feel."

"I'm about to come!" she cried out. "I'm about to come!"

"Describe it," I repeated, my hips bucking wildly as I drove deeper inside her. My hands grabbed her hips, holding her in place as I took her. The smells of sweat and sex had filled the room as she arched and clenched around me, inviting me to move faster and harder.

"Like waves," she whispered breathlessly. "Like endless waves." Then, with a loud cry, she came, her walls clamping down on me. The view of her face, her wild head of hair, thatsingle infuriating lock over the gray storm of her eyes… it was too much and my undoing.

"Come inside me," she begged.

And I did. I did something even worse than that, though. I called her name out, like a prayer.

"Dessie." My cock throbbed inside her.

"Dessie." My nails dug crescents into her pale flesh.

"Dessie." My heart beat wildly, wanting more, craving more.

Dessie. Dessie. Dessie.

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Leon

Viktor moved aside quickly, his face a perplexed canvas, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I watched him, puzzled. He'd obviously enjoyed himself. There was no need for him to act so unnerved. But I couldn't dwell on his bizarre reaction for long. My attention was diverted as Dessie's intense gaze fell upon me, her eyes sharp and questioning.

John, standing a few feet away, crossed his arms over his chest, his posture exuding authority. "You may think your lesson is over, Miss Davenport," he said in a firm, unwavering tone, "but you have a lot more to learn."

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