I could only pant.
Dan stroked my hair out of my sweaty face. ‘Intense?’
I nodded, my lips loosely holding his cock in my mouth.
‘Just breathe.’
‘You look amazing.’ Dr Braithwaite ran his hand slowly down my spine. ‘Just as I imagined you’d look the first time I saw you. This arse was made for my cock. I’ll be spending a lot of time fucking it.’ He pulled back slowly, then pressed forward. I moaned around Dan’s cock. ‘Feel good?’
‘Mmmm,’ was the only response I could make, a drawn-out hum at the back of my throat.
He thrust again. It was different, more intense, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure each of his slow strokes evoked in me. He took his time, letting me get used to the feeling before his grip on my hip tightened. ‘Suck him. I’ll spank you if you come again before he does.’
I sucked harder. I wanted Dan to come. Needed him to. I teased his slit with my tongue, took him to the back of my throat and swallowed to grip him as tightly as I could. He guided me through every thrust and sloppy lick as Dr Braithwaitecontinued slowly fucking my arse. His fingers played with my clit as he took me to the edge of my orgasm, then held me there as Dan used my mouth to build his.
My lips were numb when Dan finally tightened his grip on my hair. ‘I’m going to come, sweetheart.’
‘Take it all,’ Dr Braithwaite said, his voice gruff. ‘When I hear you swallow his come, I’ll let loose on your arse.’
The thought thrilled and terrified me. I tightened my lips around Dan’s cock and sucked hard, feeling him swell as he thrust into my mouth. My throat was raw when he finally came with a hot burst of come.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned, stroking my hair as I swallowed every drop. ‘She’s such a good girl, Sir Emmerson.’
‘Hold her steady. I’m going to fuck her now like the dirty little slut she is. You want that, don’t you, Ophelia? You want me to fill your arse?’
‘Yes,’ I moaned.
Dr Braithwaite grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. ‘Yes what?’ he growled.
‘Yes, Sir!’
‘Good girl.’
Dan gripped my shoulders as Dr Braithwaite picked up the pace.
‘She’s a terrible sub, but her tight arse… fuck, I could spend hours buried in it.’
His hips slammed against my butt with each hard thrust, obliterating my delusions about myself and the quality of my past sexual experiences. I’d never known pleasure like this. It was all-consuming. I couldn’t hold myself upright. Couldn’t stop the sounds he pushed out of me, breathy groans mingling with sharp cries as he took me to a new level of ecstasy. The orgasm that coursed through my body, ready to ravage me, scared me, and I whimpered in protest.
It was too much. He was too much.
‘Come apart, my little whore,’ Dr Braithwaite growled. ‘Milk my cock.’
My body did fall apart, and all I knew for a long moment was white, hot blissfulness. I lost my voice, my mind, and all control of my body. All I felt were his last strokes before he spilt into me in a hot stream, and all I heard was his groan of my name as he pulled me flush against his body.
‘Well done,’ Dr Braithwaite whispered in my ear as he lifted me onto Dan’s lap. ‘Rest for a bit. I’ll get a cloth to clean you up before I teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.’
I moved my lips to object, but my tongue didn’t work. My eyes didn’t either. I couldn’t keep them open as my head met Dan’s firm shoulder.
Chapter Ten
When I eventually opened my eyes, Dan had freed my wrists and settled me in the nook of his arm, my legs draped across his lap. He caressed my cheek. ‘Where did you go, sweetheart?’
I grunted.
He chuckled. ‘You’ve been out for a while. How are you feeling?’
‘Sore,’ I croaked, my throat raw. Wonderfully sore and well-used. I looked around. ‘Where’s, um, Sir Emmerson?’
