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…"
