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and he thought she was perfectly proportioned. The hard brown nipples tipping her breasts looked swollen and ready to be played with, as did the puffy pussy lips between her legs. He could see a thin sheen of gloss on the tops of her thighs, a testament to how turned on she was after the show.

“Come here, Miss Ortiz,” he said, gesturing to the cushion in front of him, hands going to the front of his pants to free his cock. “I need to check your gag reflex.”

“With your tongue depressor?” she joked, though her eyes lit up with interest. Man, he loved it when a woman got him. He also loved when a woman enjoyed giving head as much as Domi did.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she started to reach for his dick when he stopped her.

“Just your mouth, Miss Ortiz, this is an oral examination. If you need something to do with your hands, you may play with your breasts and get them ready for their exam.”

Grinning, he slid his hands into her curls, pulling her head forward and enjoying the sight of her cupping her own breasts as her lips parted to take his cock between them. The wet heat of her mouth, her tongue sliding along the sensitive mushroom head, then down the vein on the underside, felt fucking fantastic. Mitch moaned, watching, fascinated as she took him in with enthusiasm lighting up her eyes.

Sucking hard, she bobbed her head down then back up, hands already massaging her breasts. Mitch could tell how worked up she was by how hard she was kneading the soft flesh, pinching and tugging her nipples. He thrust his hips forward, working with the rhythm of her head, sliding his cock deeper into her mouth until the head pressed against the back of her throat, and she gagged.

A soft mewl, another thrust, and he pushed past her gag reflex, burying himself in her throat, her lips pressing against his groin. He shuddered, savoring the sensation, then backed off enough to let her gasp for air before plunging back in again. Her whimpers vibrated along his cock, her throat muscles working around the tip every time he pushed all the way in.

Tears gathered in her eyes, spilling over and sliding down her cheeks, taking some of her eyeliner with it. Fuck, that was hot. Mitch stared down at her, fingers tightening in her curls as he forced her head down on his cock faster, thrusting forward again as he did so, using her mouth for his pleasure. She whimpered louder, squirming and rubbing her thighs together, fingers so tight on her nipples, the poor little buds were crushed while she let him face fuck her.

With his own excitement already at its peak, it was a shamefully short time before he couldn’t hold back his orgasm and groaned, pushing her head all the way down. His muscles spasmed, cock pulsing with ecstasy while her throat worked, pulling every last spurt of cum from him until the sensation was almost painful.

“Stop, Miss Ortiz,” he said, using her hair to pull her away.

She went, reluctantly, panting, still abusing her nipples.

“Hands by your side,” he ordered. Defiance flashed across her face, but only lasted for a brief second, then she lowered her hands while Mitch tucked himself back into his pants. He didn’t doubt he’d be hard as a rock again very shortly, but he’d also be able to last a lot longer now that he’d taken the edge off his desire.

Poor Domi, on the other hand, was still eager and needy… and would stay that way for a bit longer. She wiped away the few tears that had fallen and most of the eyeliner from her cheeks. Too bad. But there was plenty of time to ruin the rest of her makeup.

“Your gag reflex is working perfectly,” he said in a pompous tone, holding out his hand for her to take. “Stand up, and we’ll continue the examination.”

Domi

If she’d been on fire before, she felt as if she was about to combust now. The sweet torment was becoming actual torture if she didn’t get to come soon. Hell, she’d been almost there just from rubbing her thighs together while Master Mitch fucked her mouth.

By ‘continue the examination,’ he’d better mean examining her pussy. Though it was no surprise, he’d gotten off first. The only reason it didn’t bother her was she knew he was going to make her orgasm multiple times tonight. Otherwise, she’d probably be pretty ticked off.

“Hmm, self-abuse to the breasts,” he murmured, cupping her breasts far more gently than she’d done. Domi blushed. She’d gotten a little carried away with her nipples, which were throbbing in protest. “Not bad, though. Let’s see how much more they can take.”

Trepidation swept through her, followed swiftly by arousal. There was always the small part of her brain that protested—that shouldn’t be hot—but she’d learned to ignore it. She liked what she liked, and she wasn’t going to apologize for it.

“Up on the table, Miss Ortiz.”

Curious to see what he had up his sleeve—with Mitch, it was never what she expected—Domi did as she was told. She did grumble a little when he spread her legs apart, putting them in restraints the same way he did her wrists, so she couldn’t rub her thighs together anymore, although it wasn’t like she was actually going to be able to get herself off that way. Probably. But putting pressure on her throbbing pussy had helped with some of the relentlessly growing need.

Which, she knew, was exactly why he’d taken that bit of relief from her. Sadist.

Squirming against her restraints, her eyes widened when he went to what she’d always thought was a closet-type cabinet on the side of the room and wheeled out an odd-looking contraption she’d never seen before. It looked like medical equipment… sort of.

“What is that?” she asked, her voice going up in a squeak. Rolling it next to her,