Page 112 of Dr. Attending

Weston reaches into his pocket to pull out a small ruler, snapping it against my wrist again. “Still,” he growls.

I whimper as he drags his fingers through my sex.

“As I said, there are physical requirements for this job,” Weston drawls, pushing one finger inside of me before removing it and resting it against my ass. “I’m going to have to use allof your assets regularly, so I need to make sure they’re in good working condition. You don’t mind if I test them, do you?”

He knows that I can’t respond, so I give him an affirmative nod.

He smirks as he dips his finger into my tight hole, watching for my reaction.

I can’t control the moan that comes out of my mouth because I forgot how much I like it when he does that. The sensation invigorates a part of my body that I’ve never dared to explore on my own, and I want more—especially as his thumb begins to lazily stroke my clit.

“Oh, Ms. Winters,” Weston tuts, his gaze flicking to mine admonishingly. “I suspected that we might have to do a better job silencing that mouth of yours.”

He reaches for the bulb between my breasts, squeezing it twice.

My eyes fly open because each pump expands the ball in my mouth, forcing my lips to open wider.

Weston’s lips quirk into a knowing grin. “How’s that?”

I know he’s talking about the gag, not the way his pace has quickened on my clit. But when I try to answer, I can’t because my tongue is now wedged between the silicone ball and has nowhere to go.

My eyes narrow, and I grunt out of my nose, letting him know what I think of this particular toy.

“Sounds like you love it.” His face gleams with mischief as he returns the bulb to my chest. “We might have to try this one after hours. I think it’s going to become a new favorite of mine.”

Weston abruptly stops rubbing me, pulling his finger free from my ass at the same time.

I arch my hips, mourning the loss of contact because I was already getting close to the edge.

He reaches into his pocket again, but this time he purposely conceals whatever he removed from my field of vision.

I flinch as something cold and clinical slides into my pussy, pushing against my inner walls. Whatever it is doesn’t stay there for long because all he does is twist it several times before holding the tip against my other hole.

“Now, Ms. Winters. This might feel a little tight. You just try to be a good girl and take it for me, okay?”

I try to moan around the gag, but it sounds like a jumbled mess as Weston’s palm spreads out over my low belly. His thumb begins to gently massage my clit, and I can’t help but clamp my thighs closed around him because I feel like I’m going to detonate.

He chuckles as the metal device resting at my ass slowly presses forward, opening me up.

“It’s perfectly normal to feel like you have to come from having your tight little hole stretched,” he explains, pausing when the tip is barely inside me. “In fact, I encourage it. That’s how I’ll know everything’s in working order, after all.”

My heart feels like it’s going to stop beating as he pushes the tip deeper, giving me time to acclimate to the way my body is stretching around the device.

“That’s it,” he coos, his eyes darkening with hunger as he watches me take whatever it is. “You should see how you’re opening up for me. How your pussy is soaking this special little plug, helping you take it deep into your virgin ass.”

I suck in a breath through my nose, feeling like I can’t take anymore when the plug pushes its way into me on its own, almost like my body sucked it up after a certain point.

My core instantly tenses, like the movement pulled some invisible trigger of pleasure within me right as Weston presses down on my low abdomen, his thumb still working my clit.

I fly over the edge of my orgasm, my inner walls clenching around the metal plug in my ass. Suddenly I’m incredibly grateful for the gag because I wouldn’t have been able to hold back the pleasure-filled scream that just came from deep in my chest.

My body pulses in ecstasy as Weston continues to rub me through it, murmuring praise and admiration.

Once I come down from my high, he pats my leg and steps back, looking down at me with a mixture of pride and amusement.

I focus on his erection and straighten in the chair, unable to help myself from reaching out to touch it—I want to make him feel just as good as he just made me feel.

Weston lets out a low laugh as my palm cups his length. “You’re showing quite the initiative, Ms. Winters. I like that.”

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