Protege(37)

“I’m on an exam table. What do you think?”

He straddled the stool and sat. “I think you should watch your attitude, peach. Scoot forward.” With her knees buckled as they were, he could see her bare ass. “A little more.”

She scooted forward again. At this pace they’d be there for days. “Let me help you.” He adjusted the stirrups, spreading her thighs wide and raising the suspension height.

“Oh God.”

“There we go.” He took a moment to study her anatomy. Her flesh was pale pink with a dusting of hair over her labia. Very natural. Very pretty. “Are you aroused, Collette? I’ll clean you up before we begin.”

Leaning forward, he dragged his tongue through her folds and savored her taste. “Mmm. Very sweet. A true Georgia peach.”

“Oh God.” It seemed to be the only thing she was capable of saying at the moment.

Slowly, he stood. “Try to breathe regularly.” He inserted a finger, slipping easily to his knuckle. “Yes, you seem very aroused by this. Do you typically enjoy being examined, Ms. Banks?” He slowly withdrew and added another finger. “I like having you open like this. I could probably fit quite a few fingers in your tight little *.”

“Sir . . .”

“Yes?” He inserted a third, the most he would fit without additional lubrication.

She breathed raggedly. “I thought I was getting waxed.”

“Yes, well, you are. But your body’s mine at the moment and I decided we’d do this first. Untie your robe, please, and pull it open so I can see your breasts.”

Her hands trembled as she untied the garment. The lapels draped to the side, unveiling her full breasts. Her nipples were slightly erect. “How well do you know your anatomy, peach?” His fingers slowly caressed her, his knuckles slicking with her generous arousal.

“Fairly well, I think.”

“You think? Let’s have a little pop quiz.”

She mumbled something under her breath.

“Pardon?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He grinned, and slid his fingers deep. “Very good, peach. Tell me, where is my hand?”

Her eyes opened wide. “I think it’s in my throat.”

Chuckling, he continued to stroke in and out of her. “Am I too deep?”

Her chest lifted as her breath became more labored. “No.” She didn’t sound too sure, but he admired her determination to accept his touch.

“Never forget you have a safe word, Collette.”

“I know.”

It was important to remind her she wouldn’t be penalized for evoking her safe word, should she need a break. He liked testing her limits, but didn’t want to overwhelm her in a frightening way.

“Answer my question. Where am I touching you?”

“My vagina.”

“Say *.” He wanted to push her, see which words made her blush.

“*.”

“Use it in a sentence.” His fingers continued to probe.

“Your fingers are in my *.” Interesting. No inflection.

“How deep do you think my fingers can go in your cunt, peach?” There it was. Her cheeks tinged with a deep crimson blush. Like most women, she flinched at the word, but it seemed almost an afterthought, as her initial reflex was to blush.

“I’m not sure they can fit much deeper.”

He tsked. “Nonsense. The female anatomy has an incredible ability to stretch. Think of childbirth.”

“I’d rather not.”

He grinned, finding her honesty amusing. “Fair enough.” He twisted his wrist and pressed into the soft inner tissue, stroking several nerves. Her chest lifted as her spine extended. “And what do we call this area I’m touching?”

Her voice was a soft rasp. “I think that’s my G-spot.”

“Very good.” He removed his fingers and she exhaled.

After washing his hands, he uncapped a bottle of lubricant and returned to the stool. Lowering the seat so her opening was at eye level, he slid his middle finger into her back entrance and she gasped. “Sweet Jesus!”

“Where is my finger now?”

“In my ass,” she growled. “I can’t say I appreciate it there.”

“What if I do this?” His right index finger slid into her *, pressing down on the thin wall of muscle where his other finger rested on the other side.

Her body went still. A small shiver had her legs trembling, a good sign. He tickled her clit and she moaned. “Sometime in the next month you’ll know what it is to have two cocks inside you, peach. Perhaps that’s something you should think about in order to prepare. There are many options a man can choose regarding female anatomy.”

He removed both fingers and again washed his hands, then quickly cleaned her up. Collecting the trimming shears from the tray, he warned, “I have scissors. Stay very still.”

Her entire body froze. Combing through the soft patch of hair at her mons, he pulled and clipped away most of it, but left enough length for his task. Using a soft brush, he cleaned away the trimmings. “Very good. We’re ready for wax.”

“Jude?”

He paused. “Yes, Collette.”

She took a moment to respond. “I’ve never done this before.”