Chapter 11 #2
He pinches my clit lightly, sharp enough to make me gasp. "Break you? Oh, Bluebird, I'll ruin you. Spread your thighs wider and let me see how wet you get when you're mouthy."
I part my thighs farther, quivering harder, my voice dropping to a dare. "Is my pussy wet enough for you to ruin me?"
His hand glides over my thigh, stopping an inch where I want him, then he drags it toward my knee. "Such bad language for an innocent woman. I might have to fuck you harder to remind you of your manners."
"Might?" I ask, lifting my hips in hopes he'll touch my clit again.
He drags a finger over a lock of my hair, pushing it behind my ear. "Ah. You're such a greedy little patient, aren't you? You want me to skip all the steps of my exam and go right in, don't you?"
"Yes."
"So impatient," he goads, tracing the outer edges of my pussy lips.
I inhale sharply.
He orders, "Use your manners, Bluebird. Ask me nicely."
"Please," I beg.
His fingers plunge inside me without warning, two thick ones curling hard against the spot that makes my hips jerk. He cages his body over me and gruffs, "This cunt clenches so fucking tight when you talk back. You love being punished, don't you?"
"Yes—fuck—yes, Dr. Mercer, I love it when you punish me," I moan, reaching up and digging my nails into his shoulders.
"You've had this punishment coming for a long time, haven't you?" he warns, slowly thrusting his fingers.
"Yes! Harder."
He adds a third finger, stretching me, and his thumb grinds my clit in relentless circles.
"Oh my God! Make it hurt so good I forget anyone else exists," I plead.
He studies me, peering closer, and asserts, "No one else exists."
"No," I agree.
"This pussy is mine to wreck, mine to fill, mine to edge until you're shaking and promising obedience. You understand?" He swipes his fingers inside me.
White light flashes. I cry out, "Yes!" A round of adrenaline hits me, and my body erupts in tremors. I clench hard against his fingers.
He tugs them out of me, declaring, "This is a lesson about patience."
"Please—"
"Patience, Bluebird!"
I open my mouth then shut it, swallowing hard.
"Now, are you going to come before I give you permission?" he asks.
I shake my head frantically, body coiled tight. "No—no, I'll wait—please—"
He leans down, teeth grazing my earlobe. "Good. Now we're getting somewhere. You're going to hold your orgasm and let me feel you flutter and fight. When I finally let you shatter, you're going to scream that you belong to me. Understand?" He slides his hand back inside me.
An incoherent moan flies out of me.
"Do you understand?" he pushes.
I whimper, hips rocking helplessly against his hand, every nerve screaming for release while he controls the pace, dragging me right to the brink and holding me there. "Yes. Dr. Mercer… I'm yours…please…"
"Not yet," he growls, slowing his fingers to torturous strokes. "Beg prettier. Tell me exactly who this dripping cunt answers to."
"You. Only you, Red!"
He pulls his hand off me again. He slides his fingers in my mouth.
I suck my salty sweet arousal off them.
He instructs, "You don't have permission to call me, Red. You call me Dr. Mercer when you're quivering for my cock. Now tell me again."
"I only need you, Dr. Mercer!" I jerk my hips up.
"Oh, this greedy, impatient pussy of yours." His fingers dip inside me, curling just right, and I quiver, thighs trembling like gelatin. He adds, "You hurt yourself? That's my job to mark you. Not yours."
I moan, hips bucking against his hand. "Then mark me."
He pulls his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching again. "Not yet. You need to learn who's in charge." He flips me onto my stomach, hand pressing between my shoulder blades to hold me down. His other hand grips my hip, lifting my ass up. "Spread your legs."
I obey, knees parting, exposed and dripping for him. His cock nudges my entrance, thick head teasing. "Beg for it, Bluebird. Tell me you need your doctor's cock owning this pussy."
"Dr. Mercer, please...own me. Fuck me deep."
He thrusts in hard, filling me in one stroke, and I cry out, hands fisting the sheets. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips slamming against mine. "This pussy's mine. Say it."
"Yours," I gasp, body quivering from the force. "All yours."
He leans over me, mouth at my ear, hand sliding around to rub my clit. "Take me deeper. Squeeze that tight cunt around me." I clench, and he groans, thrusting harder. "That's it. Tremble for me. I'm taking you higher."
The pressure builds fast, my body buzzes hotter, and every nerve shakes with fire. "Dr. Mercer... I can't..."
"You can. You will." He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in, fingers pinching my clit. "I own this. I decide when you come."
I shatter, my vision blurring, body convulsing around him, and a high crashing through me in waves that intensify my tremors. The buzzing oscillates so fast in my cells that I can't hold myself up.
Red doesn't stop, thrusting through it, taking me higher, pushing himself deeper, until I can't see straight, can't think. All I feel is him owning every inch of my body.
"I...oh God! I-I c-can't take anymore, D-D-Dr. Mercer!" I scream.
He pulls out, flips me onto my back, then hooks my legs over his shoulders. "We're not done here. Do you want to learn your lesson or not?"
"Yes."
He kisses my lips, sliding his tongue in my mouth.
I desperately swirl my tongue around his, still quivering.
He retreats an inch from my lips. "If you want to learn your lesson, tell me politely to fill your cunt."
A round of endorphins hits me. The buzzing turns chaotic again. My voice comes out raw and hoarse. "Please fill my cunt, Dr. Mercer."
He gives me a chaste kiss on the lips, wraps a hand lightly around my throat, and locks a challenging gaze on mine. He drives his cock in me, goading, "Look at me. Watch me claim what's mine."
I whimper, eyes fluttering.
A few beads of sweat roll down his flushed cheek. He thunders, "Deeper, Bluebird. Take every inch of me and tell me to own your pussy."
I do, quivering anew, the high building again from the depths. "Dr. Mercer...own my pussy. Please."
He groans, frantically picking up his pace.
"Please! Please! Please!" I choke out, trying to keep my focus on his intense stare.
"Fuck, Blubird. Your cunt squeezes me so good. You're mine to fuck, mine to fill. Aren't you?"
"Yes! Fill me! Please!" I shriek, pushing my hips to meet his, and a violent high overpowers me. I yell out, "Dr. Mercer you own me!"
He thrusts again, his body tenses, then he spills inside me with a roar.
The heat floods me, turning my high to fire. My limbs tremble until I'm limp. Buzzing continues to spot my vision.
He collapses beside me, pulling me into his chest.
I barely get out, "Have you always done that with women?"
He freezes, except for his lungs, which still heave. "Do what?"
"Teach them how to wait to come." I bite my lip.
His lips twitch. "No, Bluebird. All the sex I've had was boring up until you."
"Boring?"
He strokes my back. "Yeah. Vanilla. Clean. Polite."
I manage to take a deep breath, release it, and quietly ask, "So... I'm different?"
He slides his thumb over my jaw and smiles. "Yeah. You're different. In a good way."
I tilt my head. "Why didn't you have more exciting sex before me?"
His face falls. "I don't know. I guess you bring a dark side out of me."
Euphoria hits me. I rise on my elbow and lean over his face. I ask, "You like it, right?"
He chuckles, then admits, "No. I love it."
"Good." I kiss him, then lean into his arms, happy.
Our breaths slow together, bodies slick and spent.
I yawn, then trace his jaw, whispering, "Promise you'll stay and you won't leave me again."
He kisses my forehead. "Okay. But we plan it right."
I nod, curling closer, but in my mind, the vow hardens.
Red and I are permanent. No matter the cost.