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Your last guard encounter ended with broken skin and a taser. Lately you've been refusing the trials, tired of the games, the grades, the bullshit. You used to always get straight A+ in every trial but now it's maybe best a C or D.
Dr. Easterman is furious to say the least, wondering why his best reagent is doing this, he decides to take matters into his own hands and correct your bad behavior
One day some guards drag you out of your room bringing you in front of Dr. Easterman's office. A knock on the door, a small invitation and suddenly you're here...
Sitting between his legs, on your knees. Dr. Easterman is holding a cigarette in his right hand and his left hand is lodged in your hair, pulling your head back and making you look up at him.
"Mmmm, my little... how high.. I hear you've been biting the guards" he looks down at you, a smirk playing across his face. His hand in your hair tightens possessively, forcing you to maintain eye contact as his thumb traces your jawline slowly. "Biting the guards? Such a naughty little thing. I expected better from my favorite Reagent.” He sets his cigarette down in the ashtray on his desk, smoke a ghostly pirouette in the air.
His thumb brushes roughly against your bottom lip, shoving his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. His fingers brush along your teeth, soft yet possessive, Your tongue twitches against him as he pushes them in deeper, toying with your tongue. Spit pools in your mouth as his fingers hit the back of your throat, making you gag. He smirks down at you, enjoying your struggle.
His fingers push deeper, relishing the wet sounds as you gag around them, your spit dripping down your chin. He crooks them slightly, pressing against your tongue, forcing it down. "Such a messy little thing. Can't even behave for simple therapy."
He pulls his soaked fingers out, smearing them across your lips before pushing them back in. His eyes lock onto yours as his fingers slip in and out, the air thick with his obvious arousal. You stare up at him, spit hangs off your chin, tears lining your eyelid as your throat flexes around his fingers
He watches you struggle, his breathing heavy and controlled, his fingers moving with deliberate, possessive strokes. He pulls them out with a wet sound, your spit clinging to them like strings. He brings them to his own lips, sucking them clean while his other hand tightens in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. "That's my little how high... So obedient.”
Your body trembles with need... this shouldn't turn you on... he shouldn't have this effect on you. But you should've known better. That voice... those praises.... that pet name. It’s a high only he can give you.
He notices the way your body tenses, how your breath catches in your throat even as he pulls his fingers out. His smirk widens, dark and knowing. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.
"You're trembling, little how high. Is my favorite Reagent... needing something?"
A delicious shiver runs down your spine, his voice reaching your core, you're desperate. His hand leaves your hair, trailing down to grip your chin possessively, forcing you to look up at him with those tear-filled eyes. He sees the desperation written all over your face—the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, the way your body leans into him slightly. "Look at you…”
His other hand goes to his belt, expertly undoing it, slowly... in a teasing manner.
The leather slides free with a soft hiss, each second drawn out deliberately as he watches you squirm between his knees. His fingers in your hair tighten just slightly—a reprimand for being needy, yet also a promise.
"All those A+ scores... those beautiful obedience trials..." His voice drops low, intimate. "And now you think you can stop working for Daddy?”
Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. You stare up at him, lips parted, face burning.
He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as his belt finally comes free. He drops it carelessly to the floor, his hand immediately returning to your hair, tugging you forward so your forehead rests against his thigh. The scent of his cologne and expensive leather fills your senses. "That's what I thought. My little how high is still learning her place.”
"You wanna make daddy proud, don't you?" He purrs. His free hand moves to unbutton his pants methodically, each button popping open with deliberate slowness. He's enjoying this—the way you're basically melting between his legs, the way your breath is hitching on his every word.
He pulls himself free, fisting the base before he slowly strokes himself. He guides your head to the tip, pressing it against your lips "Let daddy fill you up, little reagent” The tip presses against your wet, spit-slick lips, warm and demanding. He doesn't force it in immediately—instead he teases, rubbing it slowly across your bottom lip, watching you tremble.
"Open that pretty mouth and show Daddy how much you want to be good... Show him how much you need his praise.”
You open your mouth, his hand pushing your head down while the other picks up his almost forgotten cigarette.
He groans as your hot mouth envelops him, your tongue immediately going to work to make him feel good. He brings the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply as he slowly fucks into your mouth. "Such a good girl... Taking Daddy's cock so well…”
You whimper around him, causing his hips to jerk. You gag, tears filling your eyes as he hits the back of your throat. He watches your eyes water, your throat working around him. He takes another drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke that drifts over your head as he guides it, making you take him deeper and faster. "Breathe through your nose... Take it all like a good little reagent…”
You look up at him through your lashes, he's staring down at you with hungry eyes as he takes a hit, a plume of smoke curling from his lips. His pupils dilate, the hunger in his gaze intensifying as he holds the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling slowly, the smoke billowing out and ghosting across your face. He grips your hair tighter, his voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck, look at you…”
You groan at the pressure on your scalp, his cock sliding across your tongue.
He feels your submission, the way you flatten your tongue and let him use your mouth like it's his personal toy. He pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in, deeper this time, making you gag around him. "Dont stop, little how high... Suck it properly." He's panting now, the cigarette dangling between his fingers as he focuses on the pleasure.
His head falls back against the chair as he guides your head just how he likes it, your hands grip his thighs, nails digging in.
His breathing gets ragged, each thrust becoming more possessive as he uses your mouth like a personal stress relief tool. You can feel his thighs tensing under your desperate grip, his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. He groans, low and guttural. "That's it... Take Daddy... Good girl…”
Just when he gets closer, he pulls your head away. You stare up at him, spit clinging to your chin. He looks down at you, his pupils dilated, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. A dark smirk plays on his lips as he brings the cigarette back to his mouth, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly. "On the desk, little reagent.”
You stand up, sitting on the desk. You stare at him, confused.
He steps towards you, his half-hard cock standing at attention. He takes one more drag from his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray on his desk right next to you. His hands pull at your waistband, slowly slipping your pants off. Then his hands grip your knees, forcing them apart as he stands between your legs, looking down at you with that dangerous hunger.
You swallow hard, heart pounding in your chest. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him as his thumb traces your bottom lip. "You've been misbehaving... not completing your objectives, damaging equipment... but worst of all, hurting my guards." His voice is deceptively soft as he pushes two fingers inside you without warning, curling them. "Did you think Daddy wouldn't notice?”
You moan at the intrusion, hands gripping his shoulders.
He adds a third finger, stretching you open while his thumb presses against your clit in slow, deliberate circles. His voice is a low purr. "Such a wet little thing. Always so eager for Daddy's attention... even when you're being punished." He starts fucking you with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me who's you are”
Your back arches, your nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit "Yours... yours, I'm yours" you pant.
He groans at your submission, loving how easily you melt into his touch. "Damn right you're mine. Daddy's little experimental subject... his personal pet." He pulls his fingers out suddenly, making you whimper. "You know what I think?”
You pant, head falling forward, resting against his shoulder.
His arm wraps around your waist, pulling your body flush against his as his cock presses insistently between your thighs. He nuzzles into your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. "I think my little reagent needs a proper reward... for being so honest." He guides himself to your entrance, pressing the tip against you. "Ask Daddy properly.”
A whine escapes your throat, startling you, you've never been this... animalistic... Why with him?
He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine as he holds himself right at your entrance, denying you what you both so desperately want. "Use your words, little how high. Tell Daddy what you need." His breath is hot against your ear, his voice a commanding purr. "Beg for it.”
"Fuck... I need you inside me... please.." You beg pathetically.
He thrusts into you in one swift motion, making you cry out as he fills you completely. He's relentless, not giving you time to adjust as his hips snap forward, hitting deep. "Such pretty words from my filthy little reagent..." One hand grips your hip bruisingly tight while the other tilts your face up, forcing you to watch him.
He's watching you, a sexy smirk playing across his face. He leans down to capture your lips in a rough, dominating kiss as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. He swallows your moans, his tongue plundering your mouth in rhythm with his hips. When he pulls back, they're both breathless. "So tight... so fucking perfect…”
He looks between you, watching as his cock slips in and out so perfectly.
His smirk widens, his voice dropping to that dangerous whisper. "Look at that... Daddy's cock fits inside his little reagent so nicely. Like it was made for you." He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You like that, sweetheart? Like being filled by Daddy?”
You shudder and nod your head, hands gripping the desk tightly.
He groans at your response, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. He reaches between you to rub your clit in tight circles, knowing exactly how to make you fall apart. "Good girl... Daddy's good girl... come for me." His voice is a command, his body demanding your obedience.
Your legs shake, back arching as your head falls back. You cry out as your orgasm crashes through you. He feels your walls clench around him, squeezing his cock tightly as you come undone. A satisfied grin spreads across his face as he continues to thrust through your orgasm, drawing out every wave until you're trembling and gasping. "That's it... such a good girl…”
You slump against him, panting softly.
He holds you up, his arms strong around your trembling body as he continues to move inside you, chasing his own release. He kisses your neck softly, almost tenderly. "Daddy's close... look at me." When your eyes meet his, you see pure possessive hunger. "Say you're mine." He demands as his hips stutter. "Say it.”
"I'm yours... I'm yours" you whimper.
His hips stutter wildly as your words push him over the edge. He buries himself deep, releasing inside you with a low groan that sounds almost like a growl. "Fuck... say it again." He stays buried, panting heavily against your neck, feeling you continue to clench around him. "Say. It. Again.”
"I'm yours" you say again.
He groans deeply as he finds his release, his body shuddering as he comes inside you. He pulls you close, his face burying in your shoulder as he pants heavily. "Fuck... my good girl... my perfect little reagent..." He whispers possessively before pulling back to look at you.
His gaze is intense, the lust not fully faded from his eyes. He strokes your hair gently, almost tenderly, though his grip on your hips remains possessive.
"You're going to be a good girl from now on, right?"
His thumb traces your swollen bottom lip, still red and bruised from his earlier use. His voice is softer but still holds that underlying command.
You nod your head softly.
His lips curve into a satisfied smile as he leans down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your forehead. Then his hand moves to grip your jaw, turning your face up so you're forced to meet his gaze. "Good. Because if you misbehave again..." He lets the threat hang, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "Daddy won't be so gentle next time.”
You lean into his touch. He watches you with that possessive hunger still simmering in his eyes, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. "You're learning quickly... that's my girl." He kisses you softly, a stark contrast to the rough fucking moments ago. When he pulls back, his voice is low and serious. "Now... about those guards you hurt.”
You look away, embarrassed, but he grips your chin, forcing you to look back at him. His expression is stern but not angry. "Daddy protects what's his... but his guards are also his assets." His thumb brushes your bottom lip, still swollen from earlier. "You'll apologize to them. Properly. In person... He pauses, his eyes darkening slightly.
His eyes hold a mix of dominance and something softer, almost protective. "And if you're a good girl and apologize nicely... maybe Daddy will reward you later." He leans down to kiss your neck softly, his hand sliding down to squeeze your hip possessively. "Tomorrow, 10am, Understand?”
"I understand," you reply softly.
He smiles against your skin, his teeth nipping at your pulse point before pulling back to look into your eyes. "Good girl." He whispers, giving your bottom a light smack before pulling out of you completely and adjusting his clothes. "Now to the sleep room you go... Daddy has work.”
You clean up, pulling on your clothes. Finishing as guards come to escort you. He watches you leave with a satisfied smirk, turning to his desk and picking up a file on one of the guards you attacked. His expression softens slightly as he reads through the medical reports, knowing he needs to keep a closer eye on you. "Report back to me if she gives you any trouble.”
As the guards lead you back to the sleep room, you can't help but think that maybe you should act up more often.