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You wanted attention. 

Jason wanted to finish reading his report. 

And okay, you may have been a bit of a brat. But you didn’t understand how that got you spread out on your bed, at the mercy of Jason with a speculum. 

“It’s too late to be sorry,” he chided softly, pressing the cool, unforgiving metal against your swollen lips, narrowly avoiding your small dick. He dipped it down again before pressing it in softly. 

You keened but forced yourself to relax—it didn’t hurt, it was just uncomfortable. You kept as still and silent as possible. All up until Jason turned the speculum and began to push it open. 

You whimpered, humiliation burning down your neck into your chest. You’d never felt so vulnerable and exposed, turned inside out and seen. 

Jason didn’t ever bother, gliding two fingers in, rubbing your walls softly. 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped. “I’m sorry, I-I won’t-”

Jason clicked his tongue but didn’t answer. Your heart clenched as you watched him stand and wipe his fingers on your ass. You were still wide open and exposed as he walked out of the room. 

Leaving you. 

Alone. 

You called for him, near desperate, pleading all while listening to him rifle around the fridge like he was looking for dinner. 

You almost sobbed in relief as he walked back into the bedroom but your breath got caught in your throat. 

A peeled ginger root sat in his left hand. 

“Ready?” he smirked. 

You shook your head vigorously, “Wait, wait, wait, please, I’m-“

He didn’t care for your apologies and pleading. He slid the ginger in deep before collapsing the speculum and pulling it out. 

It took a second for it to hit. 

You moaned and squirmed, clenching down around the root which only made you struggle more. 

Jason pressed his fingers into your burning cunt, his clean hand stroking your dick, all to watch you struggle and writhe. 

“You know what happens when you misbehave,” Jason said as his fingers found the ginger deep inside your pussy. He tugged it a little before pushing it back in deeper, making you sob. “If only you didn’t insist.”

“Ja-son,” you hiccuped, as your back arched into his touch, rutting your cock against his hand. Your cunny struggled to push the root out of your tight canal but you couldn’t help it, clenching down over and over again. 

“Next time you’ll wait,” he flicked the tip of your dick, making you yelp but nod eagerly. “Good.”

“Thank you,” you cried, “Thank you, thank-“

You cried out soundlessly as your orgasm crashed down over you, your cunny squirting as you milked the ginger root still nestled deep inside you, your swollen clit twitching in his grasp too as you soaked him. 

He hummed softly as he watched you fall still but still shivering. 

“That’s it,” he cooed softly, “Good boy.”

His thick fingers found the root again—and he pulled it out slowly, so slowly, letting it burn along its way out. 

You didn’t breathe properly until it plopped out of your cunny and Jason’s gentle fingers were spreading your lips, exposing your puffy and abused cunt. 

“We’ve learned our lesson now, haven’t we?”

You couldn’t even struggle or cover yourself as Jason pulled out his phone to capture your debauched figure. 

“Ready to clean out that pussy?”

my friend told me if I put this much energy into my dissertation I would be done by now

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