Page 69 of Deeply Examined

Mischief sparkles in her eyes. “You are pretty hot, but that’s not what I’m going to do with this.” Slowly, she approaches the bed with her back straight and her head tall, the very picture of confidence.

I squirm, alarmed. “If you think you’re sticking that up my butt, you’re crazy.”

“That’s not my target,” she sings out merrily.

When her hand reaches for my dick, I jerk my body away. “Hey! What the hell!”

I never appreciated before how fast her reflexes are. Jessica grabs me and holds on, unwavering, with a determination I’ve never seen.

“Have you ever heard of urethral sounding? Monica told me about it.”

My heart spasms. “Um, I basically invented kinky sex, so yes, I’ve heard of it, but why the hell wereyoutwotalking about it?”

“I told you. Monica’s crazy. She knows about all that stuff. Have you ever done it?”

I swallow. “No, and I’m not sure I want to.”

Jessica lifts a brow. “Are you saying it’s okay for you to stick things in me, but not vice versa? That sounds like a big double standard. Besides, Monica said it gives guys an incredible orgasm.” Her hand strokes my shaft, making it infinitely more difficult to form a counterargument. “I think you should let me try. If it hurts or sucks, we can stop.”

I really want to say no. Tying me up is one thing, but urethral sounding is next-level insanity.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” Jessica taunts, fully aware that she’s igniting my competitive side.

That’s not why I submit, though. It’s not because I want to prove a point. It’s because I’m loving this new Jessica—the domineering one, the one so comfortable in her own skin.

“Okay,” I agree, internally wincing. “Wipe it off with alcohol, though.”

“Good idea.”

Jessica does as I ask, then approaches me with the now-sanitized thermometer. When she brings it close, I can smell the rubbing alcohol she used, so sharp it stings the back of my nose and throat.

She holds it up. “I put some lube on it too.”

With a firm hand, she holds my penis and puts the thermometer into the opening at its tip. I hiss at the burning stretch of it.

“Remember,” Jessica says, winking, “the safe word iscupcake.”

I narrow my eyes at her, and she laughs, then pushes the thermometer farther in. I turn my head, queasy from the sight of it.

“I don’t think it’s working,” I tell her when suddenly it hits me—a burst of pleasure extending from the tip of my penis to the base. It’s startling in its intensity. “I—oh. Um. Oh.” I can no longer form coherent sentences. Jessica advances the thermometer, and that feeling spreads like wildfire along my shaft, heading straight to my balls. It’s such a strong response that I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Oh, my god. Wow.”

“Yeah? It’s good?” Jessica asks, sounding delighted.

“It’s…weird, but also good. Not quite like anything I’ve felt before.”

With the thermometer all the way in, she begins to move it back and forth. There’s a pleasant electric sensation. My cock hardens to the point where it’s almost painful, leaking pre-cum. My muscles tense, stomach tightening, as she moves it faster. I want to put my hands on her, to touch her back, so I tug on the restraints, but to no avail. Jessica’s knots hold.

My chest heaves, and sweat dots my brow as I concentrate on the strange, yet pleasurable, feeling. Soon a tingling grows at the base of my cock, an orgasm gathering strength. My mouth drops open in shock when Jessica places her lips on the tip of the thermometer and starts to hum. The vibration from her voice travels through my entire dick, the sensation overwhelming.

“Holy shit, I’m going to come,” I spit out, practically hyperventilating from the rapture of it.

“Not yet!” Jessica pulls out the thermometer and places it on a table next to the bed while I do my best to hold back my climax. Quickly, she climbs onto my lap, straddling me. Watching me must have aroused her because she’s nice and wet as she slides down my length and starts to bounce. I groan at the way she grips me, soft yet firm. As she rides my shaft with her eyes half-lidded, Jessica lifts a lazy hand to her breast and squeezes, teasing and tugging at her nipple as I stare enraptured. The sight of her touching herself is so fucking sexy that the orgasm I just buried rises in me again, tightening my balls.

We both hear it at the same time—a man’s voice out in the hallway, right by the door. We freeze mid-thrust. Jessica’s arms tighten around my neck as her terror-stricken gaze meets mine.

Shit. Please don’t come in here. Please don’t come in here.

The door opens with a squeak, and the man’s voice gets significantly louder. He’s in the room with us. I’m looking into Jessica’s eyes, so I see the moment they widen with recognition. Whoever this guy is, she knows him.

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