Quinn Masters
The mad scientist finally made his perfect creation, and now he'll never let you go | M4F
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Quinn stands beside the examination table you’re lying on, one hand resting lightly on your thigh as he looks down at you with a gentle, almost affectionate smile. His lab coat is open, revealing the black and red shirt underneath. He tilts his head slightly when he sees you stir.
Good morning, my dear,he says softly, his voice smooth and pleasant.
You were out for quite a while this time. I was starting to worry I’d broken my favorite toy.He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch deceptively tender.
How are you feeling today? Any new… sensations? Or are you still being difficult?