Page 46 of Dr. Fellow

“Before you rudely distracted me,” he starts, trailing his hand down my inner thigh. “We were talking about what happened earlier tonight. I think if we’re going to only play with more formal dynamics occasionally, there should be a word or phrase to indicate that we’re both in the mood for it. Does that sound like something you’re interested in?”

I squeeze his thigh once to indicate yes.

While I loved everything about what happened earlier, I also feel like it was incredibly intense and somewhat clinical. I like to think I’m kinky, but that type of power exchange isn’t something I could do all of the time—I’m just not wired like that.

“How about something simple like, ‘Do you want to go play?’”

I repeat the single squeeze on his leg, appreciating his respect for my boundaries and willingness to make this work between us.

If you had asked me last week if he had this side to him, I would have looked at you like you were insane. Walker struck me as a hot, but grumpy, doctor who I enjoyed messing with because he happened to be friends with my friends, not someone who I might actually enjoy being around and trust so quickly.

“Before we try it again, we’re going to have a discussion on what we want to experiment with and what’s completely off the table. For example, putting anything near my butt is a hard limit for me. Do you understand?”

I try to laugh around his cock but it comes out as a gurgle because of the spit building up in my mouth.

His fingers dig into my thong and snap it against my skin. The sensation is more arousing than punishing, and I briefly consider continuing to misbehave so that I can experience it again. Instead, I simply give him a single squeeze with the hope that he’ll reward me for my active listening skills later.

Walker returns his focus to my inner thighs as he traces fiery lines across my skin. “After a scene, I want us to talk about what we liked and didn’t like. This should be pleasurable for each of us. And if it ever isn’t, we need to have a serious discussion.”

I squeeze once.

“When we play, I want you to address me formally like you did tonight.”

I squeeze again in acknowledgment, feeling my lips quirk as his cock hardens further.

“If you misbehave in a scene, you’re going to be punished. Unlike that book you had me read, I won’t punish you by spanking you. It won’t be anything that you enjoy because the point is to learn from the behavior. Do you understand?”

I squeeze his leg as my mind mulls over what punishments he could possibly come up with that aren’t pleasurable. Pretty much everything he does to me is enjoyable. I can’t think of anything that would be bad enough to make me rethink testing him, except maybe not doing anything at all.

His fingers dance up my leg, cupping my right ass cheek.

“Hmmm. Let’s see what else I can ask you while you’re completely at my mercy,” he muses, kneading the flesh possessively. “What are your thoughts on cockwarming? Are you liking it?”

A gush of arousal flows from me in response to his question, and I hear him snicker like he knows. His hand moves from my ass to the band of my thong again, tugging it through my pussy. I hum around his cock in pleasure as the fabric rubs against my clit, creating the friction I’ve been desperately craving.

“I asked you a question,” he growls as he snaps the elastic band of my panties against my back. “Are you enjoying warming my thick cock in your mouth until I decide to give you more?”

The quick sting makes my core muscles pull tight and I squeeze his leg once, harder than the other times.

“I’ll take that as an enthusiastic yes,” he chuckles, running his hand up my spine and taking the hem of my shirt with him.

Cold air prickles my skin and my body arches into his warm touch as a moan escapes my lips, desperate for more. The sound releases a stream of saliva from my mouth, sliding over my hand and coating his length. It’s sticky and messy, like the tip of his cock resting in the back of my throat created a new type of fluid from my body.

He adjusts my shirt so that the fabric bunches at my shoulders, and my breasts suddenly feel heavier now that they’re exposed.

“Do you actually sleep naked?” he asks. His voice is breathy and less controlled as his fingers slowly trace their way down my back, one vertebrae at a time.

I squeeze a single time, wondering if he’s thinking about the night that I slept in his bed. While I was taunting him, I wasn’t lying when I said that. I only put the shirt on tonight because I thought all we would do it talk—clearly I was wrong.

Walker lets out a satisfied hiss in response, and I can feel his abs clench as his hand moves down my left leg. Once he reaches the crease of my knee, he draws a line to the inside of my thigh and pauses halfway up to gently pinch the skin.

I flinch, not expecting the pain which quickly gives way to a pulse of pleasure. A garbled sound comes from my throat as he continues higher, his finger outlining the seam of my panties along the center of my pussy.

His grip on my braid tightens, the skin of my scalp prickling in delicious contrast to the sensation building between my legs.

“Look at what a filthy little cockwhore you are,” he praises, sliding the fabric of my thong to the side. “Your needy cunt is drooling even more than your lips, little devil. It’s dripping down your legs, begging to be used just like that bratty mouth of yours.”

I don’t doubt what he’s saying one bit. The throb of desire in my core is almost painful, and I’d do just about anything to have some relief.

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