Not letting her have very long to think about what it might be, I bent down and sucked her clit into my mouth. She bucked against me, and I forced her hips back to the table. I lifted my head long enough to say, “Move again and see what happens,” and then went back to torturing her sensitive flesh with my mouth.

I stayed there for several long minutes. I didn’t want her to fail in withholding her orgasm, but I wanted to push her to her limit. I licked and nibbled, and every once in a while, I’d suck her clit back into my mouth. I pulled back when her trembling legs indicated she probably wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

“Tell me.” I walked away so she could see me and I unzipped my pants. “Is your Master any bigger than me?”

Her right eyebrow lifted. “No, Sir. I believe you’re bigger.”

“So if I can fit inside you, he should be able to?”

“I don’t think—”

I shoved my hand over her mouth. “You’re not here to think.”

She shook her head.

“Your Master called me,” I said. “He said I was to fuck you as part of my examination. But only with my fingers.” I zipped my pants back up. “Which means, you’ll just have to dream about having a cock as big as mine inside you.”

She hadn’t expected that and from the look on her face, she wanted to whine.

“Poor thing,” I said. “But don’t worry, I can make you feel good with only my fingers.” I teased her slit again. “But your Master said you weren’t to come and that if you did, I could punish you however I saw fit.”

She did let out a groan then.

“Yes, and I spent a long time finding the perfect finger of ginger. And I peeled it and made it nice and smooth. And it’s just waiting for you to mess up.”

“Won’t happen, Doctor.”

“We’ll see about that.” I hooked two fingers inside her. “That’s two. Should I go for three?” I started pumping slowly. “Yes, you’re tight, but stretching to take my fingers.”

Her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Feel good?” I asked. “This will feel better.” I slipped a third finger inside her and started moving them in and out. “Yes, you’ll be able to take your Master just fine.”

“Does that mean you’re finished, Doctor?” Her shallow pants told me she was getting close to her climax.

“Oh no, I’m not close to being finished.” I slipped my fingers out and held them to her mouth. “Clean them.”

She sucked them into her mouth and it took all my strength not to unzip my pants again and replace my fingers with my cock. Instead I commanded, “Enough,” and moved to the side of the table. “I forgot to check one thing.”

“I’m not sure I can handle one more thing,” she moaned.

“Oh, you can and you will.” I moved to the side of the table. Her eyes traveled with me. She was trying to anticipate what I was going to do now. I didn’t make her wait too long, but leaned down and sucked a nipple deep and hard before pulling back and slipping a clamp onto her.

“Holy shit,” she said.

“Does that make you more or less turned on?” I asked.

“Is this still part of the medical exam, Doctor?”

“No, this is just me enjoying your body.”

“I hardly think that’s fair.”

“I really don’t care. Answer the question.”

“More, Doctor.”

“Good girl.” I sucked the other one in my mouth and then bit and decorated it with a clamp, too. “More or less?”

“More, Doctor.”

She was just about where I wanted her. I moved back between her legs and blew on her clit, smiling when her hips jerked.

“Ready to come?” I asked.

“Yes, please, Master.”

She’d given up all pretense of the role play. Perfect. “Good. Now we’re going home.”

Her eyes had been half-closed, but at my statement, they flew open. “Wha—”

“Shh.” I placed my finger over her lips. “Quiet girls get rewarded.”

She whimpered.

“Get up and get dressed. As soon as you’re ready, we’ll head home.”

I wasn’t sure she’d ever gotten dressed so quickly. She even took the clamps off herself, which was something she normally asked me to do. I was talking with Daniel and Jeff, saying good-bye, and she was at my side, restlessly shifting from one side to the other. I slid my arm around her waist and let my fingers stroke her lower back.

“I’m not sure, but I think you’re purring,” I whispered in her ear.

“That’s me sending you a subliminal message saying I’m ready to leave, Master.”

Poor Abby, I’d really worked her into a hot mess. “Look, there’s Cole. I wanted to speak to him.”

She said something in German under her breath. I was pretty sure the English translation was something like, “For the love of all things holy, let’s just get the hell out of here.”

I slapped her butt. “I’m kidding. Let’s go.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Our house was about a twenty-minute drive from Daniel’s, and my plan was to work Abby into such a frenzy of lust she would damn near combust when I pulled into our driveway.

“Did you enjoy the scene?” I asked.

“Yes, Master. So much.”

“Good. What was your favorite part? I know for me, I particularly enjoyed the whimper you made when I sucked you.”

She lifted an eyebrow, as though she was onto me. She probably had a good idea I was going to play with her mind the entire way home. I would have laughed, but she chose that minute to take her shirt off. Of course, she didn’t have anything on underneath it, and the car swerved for a second as her breast came into view.

“What are you doing?” I made myself focus on the road.

“I’m getting hot. Don’t you think it’s hot in the car, Master?”

“It is with you taking your shirt off.”

“Mmm.” She tipped her head back on the headrest. “And I was feeling just a bit itchy.”

“Itchy?”

“Yes, Master. Here.” She started stroking a nipple. “Yes. Right there. Ah, that feels much better.”

“Abigail,” I warned.

“You have a tiny bit of sweat on your forehead, Master.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“I can’t imagine what’s got me so itchy. Are you itchy?”

Focus on the road. Focus on the road. Focus on the road.

“No,” I said. “I’m not itchy.”

“You’re hard, though, Master. I can see your erection from here. Want me to take care of that for you?” Her hand drifted to my thigh and inched upward.

“Not in the car.”

“I think we should definitely do it in the car.” She stroked me through my pants. “Let me see how much power you have under your hood.”

“That’s a horrible pun.”

“I know. I can’t come up with good ones when I’m this horny. All I can think about is how much I want to have this inside me.”

“I’m driving, Abigail.”

She unzipped me. “Pull over.”

We were on a secondary road and because it was so late, no one else was out. I spied a clearing up ahead and sped up to get there. “You want me to take you in the car?”

“In the car. On the car. Against the car. Either one or all three.”

I pulled well off the road, but still next to it, and turned the engine off. I didn’t want to catch the attention of anyone who might happen to be driving by. “Backseat. Now.”

She fumbled with her seat belt. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Then you vastly underestimated me. Knees on the seat. Face the rear window. Lift your skirt.” I pulled my cock out and fisted it. “Hurry.”

“I can see out the back window like this,” she said, positioning herself and giving me a fine view of her butt. I suddenly wished I had lube in the car.

“I’m fucking your ass once we get home.” I moved behind her, desperate to sink into her. I looked around first, made sure there wasn’t anyone nearby and no approaching headlights. “Did you do this in high school, Abigail?”

“Never, Master.” She moaned as I pushed inside. “I was a good girl.”

“Until you met me,” I said with a smile.

“Yes. I’m so, so bad with you.”

“Good.” I pushed deeper. “I like knowing I’m the one who corrupted you.” I held her head down and started thrusting. “Just like this. Fucking you in the backseat of the car. Good girls don’t get cock in the backseat of the car, do they?”