Page 56 of Dr. Bad Boy

Even though I would love to send her home wearing my clothes against her naked skin, I’m glad she takes me seriously—cutting her out of her outfit is not how I want our evening to start.

I look at my watch as her skirt slips to the floor. She’s still got forty-five seconds, and she’s down to her lingerie and hose.

“You can leave the suspender belt and stockings.” They’ll really make those heels screamfuck me.

She removes her bra and panties, then shoots me a sly grin as she slips her feet into the stilettos. “And with fifteen seconds to spare. Come with me.”

I rise from my chair and walk through the foyer and left down the hall. The clicking of heels assures me she’s following. Left again, then another quick one put me at the top of the stairs. I hesitate for a moment, I’m a little concerned about Violet navigating her way to the basement safely in those sky-high heels, so I take her hand and lead her down the steps and across the playroom to the ottoman—a replica of the one from that night at the Chateau Laurier.

I’d been sorely tempted to try to purchase the original, but that might have led to some questions best left unanswered. So, a quick consult with the decorator Beth recommended, and a day later, I had exactly what I needed.

“After you’re finished preparing yourself in the foyer, you will immediately come down here and present yourself for inspection.”

“Is that…” She trails off and looks at me, as if wanting permission to ask about the piece.

I nod. “I found a copy. It’s kind of important to me.”

Her face glows at that, and she gracefully climbs onto the ottoman and arranges herself for my scrutiny.

I circle her, committing everything about her to memory. The fall of her hair across her shoulder, the dusky pink of her nipples, her clit peeking from between her delicate folds. "There will be other times I'll want to inspect you, for your own safety, and sometimes just because it pleases me to look at you."

“Yes, Max.”

I lean down and kiss her mouth. Because I want to. And I can. “Sometimes during inspection, you will give me a blow job.” She cocks her head in the most adorable way. I graze my knuckle along her cheek and smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you guess. I love good mind-fuck, but I will never put you in a position where you have to be a mind reader. Okay?”

“Okay,” she says, nodding.

“Excellent.” Straightening back up to full height, I unfasten my jeans and release my straining hard-on. “Open. Same rules, slap my thigh if you have a problem.”

“Yes, Max.” Fuck, I love it when she says those two words.

Her tongue slides over her bottom lip and laps at the head of my cock, an erotic swipe that makes me crazy.

Cupping the back of her head, I ease forward, and her lips close around me. Warm, wet heaven. I pull back a bit and push my way in a little farther. I want her to take all of me, but she’s not ready for that. The memory of her valiant effort, swallowing against her rebellious throat flits through my consciousness. I want that again. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I press deeper into her mouth, my cock thick and heavy, need pounding in my veins.

She closes her eyes, but I want to see everything they have to offer.

“Eyes open and on me.”

Her lids flutter open and I work my way to her throat. Her eyes widen and tear up as she fights against her reflex. Beautiful. I love her tears.

I pull back a little to let her get herself under control and she swirls her tongue around the tip.

She’s the one person on the planet who has the potential to make me lose control, and that both fascinates and terrifies me.

I reach for her nipple, rolling and pinching it as I push a little deeper. She’s tight and hot for me. Her throat muscles contract against the tip of my cock and when they begin to relax, I pinch her nipple hard and nudge my way in just a bit farther. A gorgeous pink glow is blooming on her skin.

I’m looking forward to working on her throat training in earnest. But I’m satisfied with just a taste for now. I have so many other things I want to do this evening, and before we can get started, I need to come. I want to focus all my attention on my sweet Violet, and I won’t be able to do that if I’m fighting frustration.

A tear escapes and runs down her cheek and I want more. “We’ll work more on training you to take all of me soon, but right now, your only job is to hold still and swallow everything I give you.”

The corners of her mouth turn up just a bit as she tries to smile. Yeah, she’ll be my undoing. I’m sure of it.

I’m in no mood to draw out the pleasure—I want to come fast. Tightening my grip on her hair, I pump in and out of her mouth, varying the depth, but careful not to make her gag.

I switch my attention to her other nipple, rolling and pinching and her muffled moans are delightful. They make my dick throb and twitch. Clamps are definitely in Violet’s foreseeable future.

I can feel the first tingles of my orgasm and I speed up my thrusts until—

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