"Not yet," he growls, slowing his fingers to torturous strokes. "Beg prettier. Tell me exactly who this dripping cunt answers to."
"You. Only you, Red!"
He pulls his hand off me again. He slides his fingers in my mouth.
I suck my salty sweet arousal off them.
He instructs, "You don't have permission to call me, Red. You call me Dr. Mercer when you're quivering for my cock. Now tell me again."
"I only need you, Dr. Mercer!" I jerk my hips up.
"Oh, this greedy, impatient pussy of yours." His fingers dip inside me, curling just right, and I quiver, thighs trembling like gelatin. He adds, "You hurt yourself? That's my job to mark you. Not yours."
I moan, hips bucking against his hand. "Then mark me."
He pulls his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching again. "Not yet. You need to learn who's in charge." He flips me onto my stomach, hand pressing between my shoulder blades to hold me down. His other hand grips my hip, lifting my ass up. "Spread your legs."
I obey, knees parting, exposed and dripping for him. His cock nudges my entrance, thick head teasing. "Beg for it, Bluebird. Tell me you need your doctor's cock owning this pussy."
"Dr. Mercer, please...own me. Fuck me deep."
He thrusts in hard, filling me in one stroke, and I cry out, hands fisting the sheets. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips slamming against mine. "This pussy's mine. Say it."
"Yours," I gasp, body quivering from the force. "All yours."
He leans over me, mouth at my ear, hand sliding around to rub my clit. "Take me deeper. Squeeze that tight cunt around me." I clench, and he groans, thrusting harder. "That's it. Tremble for me. I'm taking you higher."
The pressure builds fast, my body buzzes hotter, and every nerve shakes with fire. "Dr. Mercer... I can't..."
"You can. You will." He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in, fingers pinching my clit. "I own this. I decide when you come."
I shatter, my vision blurring, body convulsing around him, and a high crashing through me in waves that intensify my tremors. The buzzing oscillates so fast in my cells that I can't hold myself up.
Red doesn't stop, thrusting through it, taking me higher, pushinghimself deeper, until I can't see straight, can't think. All I feel is him owning every inch of my body.
"I...oh God! I-I c-can't take anymore, D-D-Dr. Mercer!" I scream.
He pulls out, flips me onto my back, then hooks my legs over his shoulders. "We're not done here. Do you want to learn your lesson or not?"
"Yes."
He kisses my lips, sliding his tongue in my mouth.
I desperately swirl my tongue around his, still quivering.
He retreats an inch from my lips. "If you want to learn your lesson, tell me politely to fill your cunt."
A round of endorphins hits me. The buzzing turns chaotic again. My voice comes out raw and hoarse. "Please fill my cunt, Dr. Mercer."
He gives me a chaste kiss on the lips, wraps a hand lightly around my throat, and locks a challenging gaze on mine. He drives his cock in me, goading, "Look at me. Watch me claim what's mine."
I whimper, eyes fluttering.
A few beads of sweat roll down his flushed cheek. He thunders, "Deeper, Bluebird. Take every inch of me and tell me to own your pussy."
I do, quivering anew, the high building again from the depths. "Dr. Mercer...own my pussy. Please."
He groans, frantically picking up his pace.
