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Ava hadn’t been sure what to expect when she’d volunteered for one of her lover Royce’s experiments, but now that she’d wound up firmly tied down to an examination table, she had to raise an eyebrow.
“Who knew the good doctor was into bondage?” She quipped, smirking up at her supposed “captor.”
Without warning, he reached out and covered her mouth with his palm. A muffled sound of surprise escaped her as he did so.
“Be quiet.” He murmured, his voice laced with underlying threat.
She narrowed her eyes as she mumbled behind his palm.
“Or what?”
Royce’s eyes widened slightly, as if he were surprised at her talking back, but the moment only lasted for a fraction of a second.
“Or I’ll have to punish you.”
Now it was her turn to be surprised. What exactly did “punishment” entail? Would it hurt? She supposed that was what the safe word was for…
As these thoughts ran through her head, she remained still, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
She must have looked like a dugar dugar in landspeeder headlights in that moment.
After a few moments of silence, he loosened his hold on her mouth slightly, running his thumb over her lower lip.
That simple action was too tempting for Ava to ignore. Slowly, deliberately, she let her tongue flick out to swipe over his thumb.
Again, Royce seemed surprised at her audacity, but he was quick to react. Before she knew what was happening, he pushed his thumb into her open mouth, causing her to let out a muffled cry of shock. He pushed slightly further in, as if testing the waters between them. His eyes remained on her as more and more of his thumb disappeared into her mouth, and the hunger she saw in his gaze made her breath hitch.
They stayed like that for a moment, and she could tell he was waiting, letting her get used to the feeling. She took a few deep breaths, keeping her eyes locked on his, before giving his digit a slow, tentative suck.
A groan of approval escaped his throat, and his pupils dilated in excitement. His reaction spurred her on, her eyes never leaving his as she began to suck on his thumb in earnest, humming around the digit.
Suddenly, he removed the finger from her mouth, pulling it out with a soft pop. A whine of disappointment escaped her lips as she gasped for air, making him chuckle.
“Think you can handle more, sweetheart?” He asked, waiting for her permission. It took her a moment to catch her breath before she responded.
“Yes. Please.”
That was all he needed to hear before he slid his index and middle finger past her lips.
Tears pinpricked the edges of her vision as his fingers hit the back of her throat, and she had to fight not to gag. He began holding onto the back of her head, keeping her in place as she adjusted. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, and she could tell he was enjoying watching her struggle by the small smirk on his face. Hoping to please him further, she lowered her eyelids seductively, beginning to moan gently around his fingers.
It worked, as she noticed his smirk widen. He slowly began to move his fingers in shallow thrusts, in and out, in and out of her mouth.
“You look so good like this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, his thrusts growing faster, “I had a feeling this pretty mouth could do more than just talk back.”
His words caused her to groan softly. She could feel her body heating up in excitement and a single tear that had been threatening to fall streaming down her cheek. He used his unoccupied hand to wipe it away, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.
“Shh, it’s alright, dove.” He cooed. “You’re doing so well…”
Again, his praise had her moaning around his fingers. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take, but the lust and satisfaction in his eyes as he watched her was motive enough to keep going, to keep letting him use her mouth as he pleased.
After a few more thrusts, his fingers stilled. She must have looked thoroughly spent, she thought to herself as he took a moment to admire her. He smiled, before slowly pulling his fingers out of her mouth with a soft pop, a trail of saliva briefly connecting them before breaking.
“Good girl.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before asking, “Are you alright?”
Slowly, she smiled and nodded, taking a moment to find her voice before answering.
“M’fine.”
“Good.”
He turned his attention to his fingers, still covered in her saliva. He slowly slid them into his own mouth, groaning in pleasure at the taste of her. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat directly to her core, and she gasped. He smirked at her reaction, before removing his hand from his mouth and returning his attention to her.
“Do you think you can handle something a little bigger, darling?”