A wave of endorphins slams into me. I cry out, "Dr. Mercer! Please, Dr. Mercer!"
"You want me right here?" he asks, and thrusts his fingers deeper.
"Right there. Dr. Mercer— Oh my God. I feel you everywhere," I breathe, as fireworks burst through my cells.
"No," he says, pulling his fingers out. "You can't handle my cock right now."
"P-please! I can handle it. I'll be good and do whatever you say!" I beg, desperate like never before.
His mouth twists. He firmly repeats, "No."
"Tell me how to be good for you, Dr. Mercer! I won't fight you going in me. Please, don't stop."
He reaches over, picks up the Scotch, dips his fingers that were in me in the tumbler, and swirls them. He takes a large swig, then shoves his fingers in my mouth. "You want to be good?"
"Mmmm," I muffle, sucking my arousal and the Scotch off his fingers.
He leans into my ear, murmuring, "Then trust I know what to give you." He kisses below my lobe and adds, "Give in to me. Prove I own you."
I suck harder, my heart beating wildly, thighs dripping, sweat sliding down my cheek.
"Good, beautiful, Bluebird," he praises, and takes his fingers out of my mouth. He dips them a few times in my pussy, then holds them in front of my mouth, ordering, "Lick."
My tongue catches the bottom of his fingers, and I slowly drag it up, tease the tip, then slide it back down.
He groans, never taking his eyes off my tongue, and presses his erection into my thigh. His voice catches in his throat. "You don't get to decide tonight. I'm in charge."
"Mmm," flies out of me.
He pushes my thighs apart, tugs the side of my panties until they rip, then demands, "Stay open for me and take what I give you." He lowers his face to my pussy, puts his fingers back in my mouth, and flicks his tongue against my clit.
I gasp then suck hard, my body arching up.
"Exactly like this. Don't pull away," he directs, and pulls his fingers out of my mouth.
I take a few shaky breaths, then reach for his head, gripping his hair.
He slides his tongue inside me, circling it, then returns to my clit, flicks faster, and pumps his fingers inside me.
Violent convulsions attack me. I cry out, "I'm shaking! Don't make me stop!"
He latches onto my clit, sucking hard, and my world implodes. White light hits me, then black, then white again. It goes on and on until I think I'm going to explode out of my skin.
My voice trembles. "D-d-dr. Mercer! R-r-red! D-d-dr. Mercer!"
"I got you. Don't fight it. Just let it move through you," he coaxes, against my pussy, then flicks his tongue fast.
Tears stream down my cheeks. Another round of adrenaline pumps through me, and I hit a high, then cry out, "I can't take any more!"
"You sure?" he asks, and sucks me hard.
"Y..no...yes!" I shriek as more endorphins flood my veins.
He chuckles, slides his face up my torso, and murmurs next to my lips, "You're safe, Bluebird. You're delicious, and sexy, and mine."
Giddiness hits me as hard as my orgasm. I grip the back of his head and slide my tongue against his until the adrenaline begins to fade and he comes back into focus.
He retreats, drags his knuckles over my cheek, and mumbles, "You need to eat. Let me bring you your plate."
