Page 202 of Fixation
She’s taking another finger. This is the most I’ve ever shoved inside her.
Without lube, without preparation, my Harper is spread and stretched with four thick fingers.
I’m so hard I could come in my pants.
“I’ll never stop using it.”
She’s on the verge of another orgasm. Of soaking my sheets. I want that. Feral for it. But she has to take my fist first.
“Too much.” Her thighs are trembling. Her clit flutters, pussy dripping. “It’s too much.”
“Lie all you want, kitten. You’re wet for it. So needy. Such a good little one.”
“At least”—gasp—“tell me what you’re going to do.”
Her fake fear makes me lose my mind.
At this rate, my façade won’t last. And I need her pain. Need my fist inside her.
I spit on my fingers, on her stretched hole. The depravity soothes me. This keeps me grounded. That’s how I regain a modicum of control over myself.
Watching her face twist in pain is what helps me keep mine blank. The cold look makes her shiver for me.
“Miss Arlington.” Watching her worry her lip, listening to the sounds of small whimpers…this woman will be the death of me. “Bad patients don’t get explanations. Moreover, when…”
I take my thumb off her clit.
“Dr. Maguire, please.” It’s a plea. A hushed, panicked, and fake plea. Harper’s pupils are huge. She’s going to love it. “Please, it’s too much. Too many fingers. It won’t fit.”
“I won’t neglect my duties. You’ll let me tend to you.” My eyebrows lower, eyes narrowing. Harper closes her mouth, obeying me. “You’ve been hurt.” I brush my thumb over her pussy lips, a warning of what’s to come. “I have to check you. Have to be thorough. If you were good, I’d use more lube. But this is where we are. Lie still. Take it.”
“Okay, okay.” Fear flashes across her face. I groan, unable to bear this distance between us. She watches me, moaning and red and confused as I release her and climb into bed. “I—why?”
“Better this way,” is all I manage, shoving my four fingers back into her pussy.
Then I add my thumb.
The wet sounds my fist makes in her cunt fill the room, drowning out her cries. They bounce off the walls, rounding back and crashing into me like a fucking echo.
“Please. Fuck, fuck, it hurts.” She tightens around me, then stretches for me.
She’s so fucking good, lying there, being my good fucking patient.
She lets me twist my hand, moans when my knuckles graze her G-spot.
“I’m too small. Anderson.”
“We’re not done.” Her shaking legs tell me we will be soon. Any moment now, this will be over. God, I’m feral for it. For her. I twist my hand. Stroke that one place that turns her into a squirming, crying mess. “Let’s see. If I touch here?—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence when her orgasm shakes her to her core. Harper spasms beneath me, squirting on my hand, onto the mattress.
My cock jerks. My mouth waters for a taste.
“Anderson, what just happened?” God, I’m obsessed with hearing her scream. Looking at her beautiful and red-cheeked. All fucked up. Perfect. “What is this?”
“Dr. Maguire.” I pull out of her, and the depravedpopsound has her yelping.
I revel in her embarrassment, rearranging her so her knees are bent.
