Page 79 of Dr. Attending

But I don’t.

I grit my teeth to focus, pulling the dildo back and teasing her again. She whimpers in frustration trying to arch herself onto the toy.

“You want this cock, princess?” I laugh, holding it just out of her reach. She whimpers again, her chest heaving until I take pity on her and slowly begin to ease the silicone into her.

We both groan when her perfect pussy finally takes the whole thing, and I can feel the precum leaking into my briefs because I know something she doesn’t—the silicone cock inside her is a perfect replica of my own. I figure that if she can’t come on my cock, watching her come on a toy version is a decent compromise.

It takes all of my mental strength to stop and grab the vibrator beside me. I press the head of the Hitachi to her clit and turn it to the highest setting, not realizing how strong that is because I’ve never used one before.

Caroline goes wild, attempting to buck her hips like she’s been shocked by a cattle prod. I jerk it away, making sure to reduce the speed before trying again.

Lesson learned—try everything on yourself first.

Once the garbled nonsense coming from her mouth turns into sighs of pleasure, I begin to feel more confident.I holdthe vibrator steady as my free hand slides beneath her shirt, pinching her nipple the way I know she likes.

Caroline’s chest starts to heave as she’s forced to take what I give her. A desperate moan comes from her mouth as her legs begin to shake, held open by the spreader bar.

If she could hear me, I’d offer her praise for how well she’s doing. How stunning she looks when she hands over her control.How I never want this moment to end.

I give her nipple a hard tug and she cries out, like the extra slice of pain pushed her over the edge.

“That’s one,” I say to myself, feeling satisfied as I watch her convulse in pleasure.

When I feel like she’s had enough, I turn the vibrator off and toss it on the bed beside her.

Even though my shirt is only held together with a single button beneath her breasts, part of me regrets leaving it on her body because I would have loved to see the way a flush of bliss blazed up her chest when she came. But I was trying to make her more comfortable, and I thought that giving her a little bit of modesty might help. And if I’m being completely honest with myself, it also makes me really fucking hard to see her wear my clothes.

Once Caroline catches her breath, I plant a quick kiss on her jaw. She lets out a soft hum that makes it nearly impossible to pull away from her, but I remind myself that I have a job to do. So I hop off the bed and walk toward the bench to grab the vanilla-scented candle that I lit earlier in the evening.

Despite the relatively small part of me that has sadistic tendencies, I’m drawn to the idea of using wax with kink. It heightens the senses without crossing the line into real pain, which is something that feels perfect for us. But tonight, we’re going to start slow—with a candle that burns massage oil instead of wax.

I pour a few drops of oil into my hands to test the temperature, letting the heat sink into my palms. It’s hot but not uncomfortable, and I can only imagine how good it’ll feel on her skin as I begin to build her back up again.

Unable to help myself, I use some of the excess oil to stroke my cock.

An unrestrained groan of pleasure comes from my mouth as I drop my head back, enjoying some relief from my near-painful erection. I force myself to stop after a few pumps, tucking my dick back into my briefs before I reach the edge.

Caroline flinches with the first drizzle of warm vanilla oil on her lower leg, but as soon as I follow the sensation with my hands, she sighs into my touch.

I rub her from her ankles to the crease of her thigh, focusing on each muscle for longer than necessary. With every stroke, I move higher, rubbing the stress from her body and replacing it with an even more delicious form of tension. My fingers finally graze the outer lips of her cunt, making her whimper in desperation when I don’t go further.

Because of the way her hips are arched, I have a great view of her ass. All I can think about as I continue to massage her other leg is how I want to explore her there, to see how she handles a single finger when she’s coming all over herself.

She whimpers when I begin to focus my efforts on her weeping pussy, sweeping two fingers along the outside of her entrance to coat them in her arousal. I press one against her asshole, applying a small amount of pressure while the other slides to her swollen clit.

Instead of fighting it like I’m expecting, Caroline tries to press into me. Her body bucks as I stroke her, and the fact that she wants more—the fact that she likes this—nearly sends me into a full-blown release of my own.

I grit my teeth, trying my best to focus on her. My pace on her clit increases while my other finger pushes forward into her ass. She’s so tight it’s almost impossible to go knuckle deep, and I begin to think about what it would be like to take her here, to feel her tight hole choking my cock while she’s stuffed with a dildo.

Fortunately, I don’t have to wait long to get my answer because her breath catches and she explodes again. Her inner walls clamp down around my finger and the dildo inside of her, pulsing in a stunning rhythm that nearly takes my breath away.

I continue to rub her through it, savoring the way she’s giving in to this pleasurable torment for me and only me.

“Three more,” I say, patting the inside of her thigh as I pull back.

Caroline lets out a sound like she can hear me, and it makes me pause.I glance back at her, and the way she’s vigorously shaking her head makes my blood run cold.

I quickly reach up to pull the headphones out of her ears, the clothespin from her nose, and the blindfold from her eyes.

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