I scrambled onto the bed, my body already on fire, ready for whatever he had planned.
“Changed my mind,” he said when he returned. “On your feet.”
I slid off the bed and Doc pulled my robe sash out of his backpack.
“I see you came prepared.”
He gripped my chin gently. “You’ll speak when I say you can...not before.”
“Oh, so we’re playing this game, are we?”
He raised an eyebrow as he took my sash and tied my hands together, tight enough so I couldn’t get out, but not so tight that it hurt. I smiled, pressing my lips into a thin line as my pussy contracted with need.
His dick was rock hard, and I couldn’t help running my bound hands over it.
“Olivia,” he warned.
I smiled without comment, releasing him.
“There’s a reason I chose this bed,” he said, lifting me onto it, and tying me to the headboard. I tugged at my restraints and realized this was going to be both pleasure and pain, because he was not going to let me touch him.
“Doc—”
“Am I going to have to gag you?” he asked.
I bit my lip, contemplating whether or not I was going to answer that question.
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me, then he pulled out my favorite vibrator and I let out a quiet squeak of excitement.
“What do you want, Liv?”
I licked my lips. “Did you bring lube?”
“I broughtallthe lube,” he retorted.
I swallowed. “Let’s start with Bob in my pussy, then finish with your dick in my ass.”
He grinned wide. “I can do that, sweetness.”
“But I want to touch you.”
“No.”
I frowned. “Tristan.”
“This is your penance, Olivia,” he said, turning on the vibrator and sliding it down my body, pressing it against my clit, my newly waxed pussy still sensitive to touch.
I arched into the tremor, my body on fire, but Doc pulled the toy away and I whimpered with need. He chuckled, leaning down and covering my clit with this mouth as he slid Bob into my pussy, and I cried out with pleasure as he pressed the vibrator against my g-spot.
“Tristan,” I rasped.
“More?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“You wanna come?”
I nodded, swallowing convulsively.
