Page 204 of Fixation
“I hate you.” Before this week, the lie had a ring of truth to it.
Those days are gone.
“I don’t hate you at all.” I remove her restraints and manhandle her. Put her on her hands and knees. “But I’m going to treat you like I do.”
I undo my pants, taking my cock out. My stethoscope waits for me on the table. I grab it while holding her up by her hips.
“Only because I fucking love you.” I’m ready to inflict some torture on Harper. “Because?—”
Whooshand the stethoscope’s tubing cracks on her ass.
“Life”—crack—“wasn’t”—she cries, screams, curses me—“worth”—crack, crack, crack—“a damn thing”—another one, she can fucking take it—“before you came along.”
“Fuck you.” But she pushes her hips back. Moaning when her soft parts press against the hardest parts of me. “Thank you.”
She’s delirious, and so am I. But I’m not as far gone. I’ll always be in control.
I’ll always be here, ready to catch her when she falls.
Except Harper isn’t falling.
No. She’s soaring.
I spit on her ass, pushing a finger in, lubing her from the inside. At first, she’s nervous. Panicked, even. She’s clenching her tight little hole around me.
“Relax, Miss Arlington.” She gives in, an inch. “More. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Take this finger. Yes. That’s it. That’s a good fucking girl.”
She shudders, about to collapse. Removing my finger, I grab her hip to keep Harper upright. Spreading out for me.
I put the stethoscope’s earpiece to her tight hole, teasing the rim.
Her emerald eyes gaze up at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”
I barely hear her over the violent thrashing of my heart.
Tilting my head, I apply more pressure. “Yes, I would.”
I’m not arguing with her. I’m stating facts.
I’m going to fuck her with my stethoscope.
“Oh my God,” she breathes as I push it into her ass. Carefully. Slowly.
Her shock is a force vibrating throughout her body. Wetness drips down her inner thighs, her ass pressing back into me. Pleading with me to go deeper.
I pat her ass cheek twice. “Easy now.”
Despite being hot and desperate for this, I won’t damage her by tearing her ass. I hold the stethoscope in place until she stops trying to fuck it, then twist it.
Being cautious and restraining myself somewhat, it’s nearly impossible. But I’m responsible for her. I love her.
The sounds she’s making are otherworldly.
“You moan so pretty for me.” I observe her. The most beautiful, filthy thing I’ve ever seen. “Do you think I’m done yet?”
Words are beyond her. She offers me the tiniest shake of her head.
“That’s right.”
