Page 41 of Dr. Fellow

“Good girl,” I reply as I pause behind her. “Did you like being tied up the other day?”

Even though I can’t see her expression, I notice her posture stiffen slightly. Either the question caught her off guard, or she wasn’t a fan.

“Yes, Sir,” she answers, her response a little breathy.

I step forward, crowding her from behind as I let her answer simmer in my mind. Her body naturally presses against mine, making my cock swell uncomfortably because all I want to do is ease the fucking ache with her soft pussy.

My fingers move to the hem of her T-shirt, gently toying with the soft cotton. “Let’s get this off of you.”

As my hands begin to lift her shirt, Morgan’s breathing hitches. I pause and steady my hands at her hips. I doubt this is an issue, but I want to make sure that the change in her breath is one of arousal and not fear or something. I know reading her will get easier, but I’m trying to be overly cautious since this is new for both of us.

“Color?” I ask.

“Green,” she confirms quickly. “I promise I’ll tell you if I want you to stop. You don’t have to keep checking in. Please keep going.”

I swat at her exposed bottom, finding the meaty part of her flesh with my palm. “Sir,” I correct, gently rubbing the sting away.

“Please keep going, Sir.”

I slide the soft cotton off her body and toss it haphazardly on the floor. My hands snake around her, gently kneading her heavy tits before tracing the outline of her pebbled nipples. Her body softens beneath my touch, almost molding into mine as I tease the darkened skin, not quite touching the tight buds.

“Please,” she whimpers, twisting in my arms.

I pause, swatting the underside of her breast slightly harder than I did her ass. “Please, what?” I ask, returning my fingers to their previous spot.

She sighs, shifting her weight like there’s something uncomfortable between her legs. “Please play with my nipples, Sir.”

Since she’s learning, I honor her request and tweak her hardened buds, rolling them between my fingers. She moans in response, arching her back and pushing her chest into my hand like she’s begging for more.

“So sensitive,” I murmur into her ear, sliding her hair behind her shoulders to expose her neck. “I don’t think that’s going to be good for you down the road.”

Her breath shudders, and I wonder if it’s because of my threat or because my lips just grazed her ear.

“Do you have any toys, little devil? Anything I can use to torment you tonight?”

“Just a vibrator, Sir.”

I nibble on the thin skin of her neck, considering her response. While I have no doubt that a vibrator could be useful, I was hoping for something along the lines of nipple clamps.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I rasp in her ear.

Morgan immediately complies, and I adjust her positioning so that her arms are bent at a ninety-degree angle. Because of the way they’re situated above her waist, if I want to spank her or play with her ass, I’ve got plenty of space.

My fingers quickly move to unbuckle my belt, sliding it through the loops so fast that you can hear the leather sing against the denim of my jeans.

I wrap the belt around her overlapping forearms several times, making sure that it’s not too tight before I cinch it together.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good, Sir.”

I step back, raking my eyes over her body. I’ve always noticed her figure. It’s impossible to ignore when her hospital scrubs show off her perfect hourglass shape, but seeing her on display for only me is an entirely different experience—it’s captivating.

Morgan Lovett is every man’s wet dream. She’s athletic and strong, but the lines of her body are soft and supple. Her thighs are curvy, yet muscular, and her ass . . . fuck. I haven’t gotten a good look at it until now, but it’s round and cushiony, practically begging to be worshiped by me.

I come to a stop in front of her and tip her chin up to meet my gaze. She had her eyes averted, and while that might be a traditional symbol of submission, I’m quickly realizing that I want to watch everything she does. I want to see her eyes, her face, everything the moment that she decides to give herself to me.

“Tell me,” I say, running my thumb along her plump lower lip. “Are you one of those women who hates sucking cock?”

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