Page 42 of Dr. Fellow

The question has been on my mind for days, ever since she casually mentioned it, and my dick flexes painfully against my zipper like it’s begging for the answer to be no.

Morgan snorts as her lips curve into a sly smile. “What do you think?”

I must make a disapproving expression because she quickly adds, “Sir.”

“I think that you need to answer my question,” I state simply, choosing not to spank her for the missed title.

“I don’t hate anything I’m good at, Sir,” she replies smoothly, her confidence unwavering.

My mouth clamps together to hide the amusement threatening to break through.

“Is that so?” I press, curious how far she’ll let me go. “How about when I’m the one in control? When I’m gripping the back of your head and forcing my cock so far down your throat that you gag. Still think you’ll be good at it then?”

“I don’t think. I know,” she answers, smiling sweetly. “Sir.”

My hand falls to her upper arm, and I guide her to the wooden bench at the end of the bed. Because of our size difference, I doubt she can take me in her mouth while she’s on her knees. But if I’m sitting with her between my legs, it might give her a better angle.

Lowering myself to the bench, I pull her into position, my grip on her arm still firm. “Get on your knees, little devil. Let’s see how well you can take a cock in that bratty little mouth.”

Morgan nods subtly, not breaking eye contact with me as she slowly sinks to the floor and awaits my next instruction. She looks so goddamn beautiful with her full tits pushed forward because of the way her hands are bound behind her back. Unable to help myself, I reach out and tweak her nipples between my fingers at the same time.

Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open as a quiet moan escapes her lips. She shifts on her knees, like she’s desperately searching for friction that isn’t there. I want more than anything to swipe my fingers between her legs, to tease a release of pleasure from her, but I hold myself back. First I want to test how wet she gets from sucking my cock.

Releasing her nipples with a final pinch, I reach into my pocket and pull out my car keys. She looks at me curiously and bites her bottom lip like she’s trying hard not to say anything snarky.

“I’m going to put these in your right hand,” I explain, holding up the keys. “Shake them if it gets to be too much, and I’ll stop to check in.”

Her eyes roll but she replies, “Yes, Sir.”

Leaning forward, I pinch her cheeks between two fingers harshly. “Do you have something you’d like to say?”

She shakes her head as much as she can. “No, Sir.”

I study her carefully for a moment before I release her face and reach around to place the keys in her hand.

“Show me.” I hear the tone of my voice go from controlled to reluctant, but I ignore it as I sit back to watch her.

The keys begin to clang together as she jiggles them.

I nod, indicating that she should stop before I add, “If you ever roll your eyes about a safe word, we won’t do this again. I’m taking away your ability to speak and move, so I need to know that you have a way to communicate with me if you need to. You can be a brat about everything else, Morgan, but your safety, and my safety, isn’t a damn joke.”

I use her name to indicate how serious I am about this.

Her expression sobers as she absorbs the gravity of my words. “Understood, Sir,” she says quietly, the earlier flippancy gone from her tone.

I want to continue but it’s not out of lust anymore, it’s out of frustration. I can feel a familiar rage vibrating through my veins, and I know that if we keep going, this isn’t going to be enjoyable for either one of us.

“Red,” I state firmly, looking down at the ground because I can’t meet her gaze knowing that I’ll see disappointment there. I stand swiftly from the bench and begin to undo my belt, unraveling the soft leather from her arms.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Morgan says, looking up at me with a storm of emotion in her eyes.

“Walker,” I correct, pulling her to her feet and into my arms. “We’re done with that for a while.”

I rest my chin on her head, taking a moment to cool off.

While my research on kink was definitely eye opening and made me excited to experiment with her, the biggest thing I learned was that the two most important elements of kink are communication and trust. We already have the trust down, but I’m not venturing into something deeper unless we’re able to communicate effectively. Even if this is a purely physical arrangement between friends, I still need to know that we’re on the same page. And right now, I’m worried that we aren’t.

Morgan’s breathing is steady and soothing against my chest, quickly calming my racing pulse. I want to keep holding her. To let her know that I’m still interested in whatever is happening between us. That my intentions haven’t changed. But I need a second to get my thoughts together.

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