[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (5). Inappropriate II
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (5). Inappropriate II
“You’re very bad at pretending this isn’t foreplay,” I informed her.
“I’m evaluating the patient.”
“By touching my abs?”
“Yes.”
“That’s very scientific.”
Another tentacle slid over my stomach while Pearl pushed the outfit lower.
The cool air hit my skin.
Then her gaze dropped.
And stayed there.
I noticed immediately.
“Ah,” I murmured smugly. “Doctor’s distracted.”
She snapped out of it instantly.
“I am not distracted.”
“You’ve been staring at my d*ck for ten seconds.”
Pearl’s face flushed immediately.
I burst out laughing.
“Oh, that’s adorable.”
“Shut. Up.”
She yanked the restraint outfit fully off me now, leaving me stretched across the bed beneath her with tentacles loosely pinning my wrists.
And the look she gave me after that?
Yeah.
That wasn’t professional anymore.
That was hunger.
Pearl stood up on the bed.
Her doctor coat slid off her shoulders dramatically before she tossed it aside entirely.
Underneath?
Absolutely not hospital-approved.
Dark lace clung to her body under the partially opened blouse. Stockings. Tight skirt. The whole thing looked less like a doctor and more like someone who intentionally got fired from a hospital for seducing patients.
I whistled low.
“Nice.”
Pearl crawled back toward me slowly.
Tentacles moving around us lazily now, almost excited.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” she whispered.
“You climbed onto the bed.”
“You licked the tentacles.”
“Because you liked it.”
One tentacle slid across my chest again, then lower.
Pearl watched my expression carefully.
“You’re not even trying to escape,” she noted.
I tilted my head.
“Do I look like I want to?”
That hit harder than expected.
Her expression softened for just a second before turning heated again.
“You’re dangerous,” she whispered.
“And yet,” I said softly, “you keep touching me.”
She did.
Her hand slid through my hair slowly this time, fingers scratching lightly against my scalp.
Not teasing now.
Affectionate.
That somehow felt more intimate than all the flirting.
“You know what your problem is?” she murmured.
“I’m charming?”
“You enjoy people seeing the worst parts of you.”
I blinked once.
Well.
That got unexpectedly accurate.
I smirked anyway.
“And your problem?”
Pearl leaned down until her lips brushed mine.
“I enjoy them too.”
That made me laugh softly.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “You’re definitely the dangerous one here.”
She kissed me again before I could keep talking.
Harder this time.
Messier.
Both of us smiling into it like complete lunatics.
The tentacles wrapped tighter around my arms while she pressed herself against me fully now, and honestly?
Exactly how I liked it.
Pearl kissed me harder.
Not careful anymore.
Not “doctor” careful.
Her lips moved against mine with messy hunger, breath warm and uneven, her fingers sliding through my hair while the tentacles kept me pinned just enough to make the whole thing feel dangerous.
I grinned into the kiss.
“See?” I murmured against her mouth. “You stopped pretending.”
“Shut up,” she whispered immediately before kissing me again.
Then she pulled away.
Slowly.
Her lips trailed down my jaw. My throat. My chest.
I watched her descend with that same crooked, unhinged smile still stretched across my face. Her hair brushed over my stomach as she moved lower between my legs, doctor coat abandoned somewhere on the floor, tentacles curling lazily around the bedposts like they were enjoying the show too.
Pearl looked up at me once.
Then her hand wrapped around my erection.
Firm.
Warm.
She didn’t rush.
That was the dangerous part.
Her fingers stroked slowly along my shaft first, deliberately dragging from base to tip like she was studying my reactions. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head lightly, spreading the faint slickness already gathered there. The contact sent a sharp pulse through my body.
I grunted softly.
She noticed immediately.
A smug little smile appeared.
“There,” she whispered. “Patient reacts to treatment.”
“Oh, this is treatment now?”
Instead of answering, she leaned closer.
Her lips brushed the tip first.
Not fully kissing.
Teasing.
Then her tongue flicked slowly along the underside, tracing sensitive spots with infuriating patience. She played with me like she was trying to see how long before I snapped. Her mouth would close around just the head for a moment before pulling back again, tongue swirling teasingly.
The tentacles tightened slightly around my wrists when I flexed.
Pearl noticed that too.
“Oh?” she said softly. “You like that.”
I laughed under my breath.
“You’re getting confident, doc.”
Her hand stroked me again slowly while her mouth teased lower along the shaft. Not enough. Never enough. She was intentionally keeping me right on the edge.
That was almost cruel.
I tilted my head back against the pillow and laughed again.
“More.”
Pearl paused.
Then looked up at me.
“You…” she said slowly. “You should be on the brink.”
“I am,” I replied immediately, grinning wider. “But I still want to play with you, doc.”
She stared at me.
Silent.
Thinking.
Then I frowned dramatically.
No.
I pouted.
Actual exaggerated sadness.
“Play with me.”
Pearl narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“No.”
I blinked.
“…No?”
“That’s your punishment.”
I stared at her.
“You’re going to leave me hanging?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
One second.
Two.
Then…
I started chuckling.
Low at first.
Then louder.
Then completely unhinged.
The kind of laughter that echoed weirdly in the sterile room.
Pearl’s eyes widened slightly.
I tilted my head slowly while laughing, eyes locked onto hers the entire time.
“Ohhh…” I breathed finally, grin sharp and dangerous now. “I can’t let you do that.”
The room shifted.
My mood shifted.
The tentacles tightened instantly as if reacting instinctively to the sudden surge in my aura.
Too late.
I flexed once.
Hard.
The restraints snapped.
The tentacles jerked in surprise.
And before Pearl could react, I moved.
One sharp motion.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto the bed beneath me, reversing our positions instantly. The mattress bounced softly under the impact while my hands pinned her thighs apart.
Pearl gasped.
Then laughed.
Actually laughed.
“You cheater!”
“I warned you,” I said smoothly.
My grin widened again.
“Never edge a psychopath.”
The tentacles curled around my back now instead of restraining me, almost excited by the chaos.