"Fuck, listen to that greedy pussy swallowing me whole. You're such a good little patient for your doctor, aren't you? Milking me like you were born to drain every drop," he grunts, then sucks on my nipple.
A rush of sharp, electric pain flares as Red's teeth graze the tender peak of my tit before he sucks it deep into the wet heat of his mouth, tugging hard enough to make my back bow off the mattress and fresh tears sting the corners of my eyes. The sting bleeds instantly into molten pleasure, a bright wire that shoots straight to my clit and makes my walls flutter wildly around his thrusting cock.
I can't tell where the hurt ends and the bliss begins. They twist together until every brutal snap of his hips feels like a reward, every pull on my nipple like he's yanking another orgasm out of me by the roots. My body doesn't know how to process it, so it just surrenders. My thighs quake, walls clench in frantic, greedy spasms, and a high-pitched whine tears from my throat as the line between agony and ecstasy dissolves completely.
Pain becomes the spark that ignites more pleasure, pleasure becomes the cushion that lets me take even more pain, and I'm lost in the loop, shaking, sobbing, coming again so hard my vision whites out while hegrowls against my breast, "That's it, Bluebird. Hurt so good for me, then come pretty on my cock."
"God, yes—right there, don't stop," I gasp, fingers tangling in his hair to yank his mouth back to mine.
Our tongues clash, messy and hungry, full of salt and desperation. His hand moves between us, his thumb slides to my clit, and circles with firm, steady pressure that matches every rewarding thrust.
The dual sensation shatters whatever control I had left. My orgasm hits like a freight train, sudden, violent, and consuming. My back bows off the mattress, inner muscles lock down around him in rhythmic pulses, and I moan into his mouth, "Red!"
White light bursts behind my eyelids, limbs tremble, toes curl so hard they cramp. He keeps fucking me through it, drawing the climax out until I'm sobbing, oversensitive but needing every ounce of him he'll give me.
He doesn't let me come down. Instead, he pulls out with a wet sound that makes me whine at the sudden emptiness. Before I can protest, strong hands flip me onto my stomach. He yanks my hips up high, forcing me onto my knees, chest pressed to the mattress, ass presented like an offering. Then his body cages over mine. His broad chest blankets my back. His forearms brace on either side of my head, and he traps me beneath him. His cock slides back inside in one long, slow glide that makes my eyes roll back.
"That's my good patient, ass up, taking my cock like you were born for it," he murmurs against the shell of my ear, breath hot enough to make me shiver.
"Yes. I'm so good for you," I rasp out.
"You love getting fucked from behind, don't you? Love when I own this tight little hole and make you beg for more." One hand fists my hair, tugging my head back to expose the column of my throat. Histeeth sink into my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a dark bruise I'll feel for days.
Another spasm rushes to my core. "Oh god! Dr. Mercer!" I moan, pushing back to meet his thrusts, convulsing harder.
Tingles break out under his breath. "God, you're incredible. Shaking like this, still begging for more even after you've come three times. My brave, gorgeous girl. I'm so fucking proud of how you give yourself to me."
"Mark me, Red. Make sure everyone knows I belong to you. Please," I plead.
He shifts, and the angle of his thrusts turns into devastating glides that make my vision tunnel.
Another orgasm builds almost immediately, stacking on the heels of the first. New heat pummels me, fine tremors running from my thighs to fingertips. I can barely breathe between the peaks. Every inhale turns into a gasp, every exhale a broken whimper.
"I love you, Blue."
I can't reply. Endorphins are exploding to the point I'm seeing black.
He returns to his filthy litany, voice rough with exertion. "That's it, Bluebird. Arch that back higher, show me how badly you want to please me."
"I do!" I manage to get out.
"Yes. You're my favorite patient. So wet and obedient... and so fucking tight but only for me."
"Only y-y-you!" I affirm.
His free hand snakes around to palm my breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make me cry out. "You're taking it like a champ, baby. This cunt was starving for me, wasn't it?"
My voice cracks, "Yes!" I reach behind me and dig my nails into his thigh.
He slows his thrusts, flicks his tongue over my ear, and kisses my neck, then praises, "Look how pretty you stretch around me. Such a perfect patient, clenching your cunt on me so hard and showing me how badly you needed this."
"I did! I do!" I cry out, turning my head to look at him.
"Me too, Bluebird. Me too," he admits, then slides his tongue in my mouth.
I circle his tongue three times, and he returns to hard thrusts. The climax rips through me without warning, stronger than the last. My muffled scream turns hoarse, my body convulsing beneath him as wave after wave of adrenaline crashes over me.
My walls flutter and spasm around his thickness, trying to pull him deeper even as he keeps driving into me. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes—not from pain but from the sheer overwhelming intensity. I'm floating somewhere above myself, caught in a constant high where pleasure bleeds into delirium. Colors smear behind my eyelids. The room tilts and spins. I shake so hard, my teeth chatter.
