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Borrowing Tumblr friend chuckableimp’s Dr. Ashe White and Tumblr friend krakaheimr‘s Mrs. Myra from the Chicago Spirit cast.
Using Lauren the Corgi’s Promptober list.
CWs: mouth trauma, sadism
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“Come here, Doctor.” Mrs. Myra taps a knife on her knee, indicating the place on the rug right in front of her.
“At a lady’s feet.” Ashe smiles as he crosses over to her. She’s blind and can’t see it, but the attitude comes through in his voice, he knows. “My favorite place.”
She hums noncommittally. He can see her listening to him, hearing his approach, the way the sounds of him change when he’s kneeling before her. She reaches out for his face and lays a hand to his jaw.
“You are such a handsome man,” she muses. Her thumb rubs across his chiselled cheekbone. She’s a handsome woman–perfectly poised, exquisitely fashionable–and yet there’s an implacability to her. It translates to her touch, her ruthlessly steady hand, unfazed by warm skin or elegant bone structures. “And you know it. I think you know it a little too well.”
Ashe says nothing. He’s got a fine instinct for when to avoid provoking a woman, after all. He has a feeling that knife isn’t just for show.
His wisdom and obedience don’t move her. “Wheels says you love women, Doctor. That you worship them.” With her left hand, she raises the knife. Her left thumb settles on his bottom lip and guides it delicately till the tip rests against his mouth. “I would like you to show me how you would worship me.”
She smiles, finally, at the shiver that runs through his body as he opens his mouth. Blood begins to flow as he slices himself open on her womanhood.
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