Page 24 of Doctor's Demands
“Oh, is that what this is?” I ask, as I had never thought of that.
“Yes. He’s added in the bondage, but it’s a typical kink.”
“Someone should let him know that. He thinks he’s fucked up,” I tell her. “I’d tell him, but he seems set on gagging me to keep me from talking.”
She giggles and picks up the blindfold. “Want to hear what he told me about that?”
“Of course I do!”
“He said that I need to gag you because your voice does things to him he doesn’t like.”
“That doesn’t sound good,” I say as she hovers over me, waiting to stop me from seeing. “I guess it’s too deep and he thinks it’s manly.”
She laughs and puts the blindfold on me. “Far from that, I bet. His voice sounded a little raspy when he told me that. I think he finds it insanely attractive. His kink seems to involve being emotionally disconnected from his sub. The idea of liking anything about her isn’t what he wants. So, try your hardest not to make him think about you. Your reward, in the end, should be great.”
“Okay, I’ll try. Great advice, Pat. Thank you.” I hear the gag being picked up and ready myself to accept it willingly, even though I find it uncomfortable. But it’s the least invasive of the two that were here.
I make a little gagging sound as she tightens it. “Sorry, Petra. Well, I’m all done here. I’ll be back to get you out of all this as soon as he leaves. Bye now.”
I wiggle my fingers to wave goodbye to her, but can’t say a word. And then I wait. For an eternity, I wait to hear him coming in. Then I finally hear the door open and his faint footsteps pad across the floor.
My body heats in an instant, as I know he’s in the room now.He’s finally here!
The rustling of fabric lets me know he’s taking off his clothes, and then I feel the blanket being pulled back slowly. It’s as if he thinks I’m sleeping and is sneaking in on me.
Goosebumps spring up as he lightly runs his hand over my breast. My heart begins to pound as heat rushes through me, ending at my apex. His lips press against the side of my neck, and I wait to hear his deep, sexy voice. But nothing comes, except wetness between my legs.
One kiss, and he’s gotten all the way to me. A dull throbbing thumps in my pussy; the ache is already beginning. I want him. I want him inside of me now!
My arms move on their own, as I want to run my hands over him. My legs pull at the restraints too, as I want to pull my knees up so he can go deeper inside of me. But he’s still fondling my breasts as he kisses my neck, sending me into a frustration I’ve never felt before.
One of his hands travels down my stomach and he inserts one finger into me, then groans and moves his body over mine. I guess finding me so wet for him has him a little amazed, causing the groan.
Every part of me is pulling toward him as his body is over mine, but he’s not letting our bodies touch yet.The wait is agonizing!
Then he presses his chest against mine and my heart goes crazy. And I feel his pounding too. He can’t deny that we have something that’s not normal. But I bet he will anyway.How I wish I could talk!
His cock presses against the edge of my vagina, then he pushes harder and it goes in. The sound he makes is fantastic—a growl mixed with a moan, and even a little whimper is in the background.
I love it!
He eases in and out of me in at a slow pace, almost as if he’s sure I’m asleep and is trying very hard not to wake me up. But I find I can move my core and arch up to him. It’s not like I can help it. My body wants the man, and it wants him to take me hard and fast. I moan as he does the same and he moves faster and harder, with more effort put into it.
His hands tangle in my hair as he nuzzles my neck and fucks me, making little moans near my ear. I may not be able to talk with the gag in my mouth, but I can still moan. Writhing in the bonds he’s had me placed in, I moan to let him know how much I want him.
Our bodies move together like we’ve made love a thousand times before. In and out he goes as his lips move all over my neck, and then he finds a place he likes and bites and sucks at it as he fucks me into a mindless state.
It’s a place only he seems to be able to take me to. A fantasy world where Dr. Owen Cantrell comes to me in my dreams and makes me his. But only in my dreams. And he seems to be dead set on keeping things this way.
My mouth waters, as I want to feel his lips on mine and his tongue dancing with mine. My hands tingle as they yearn to touch those muscles that have been kept from them. Only my breasts, stomach, and pussy get to feel him, but all of me wants to.
My body betrays me and starts climaxing. I wanted this to last longer. I wanted it to go on long enough that I could convey more to him, and then maybe he’d set me free and we could get down and dirty. But I fall over the edge and I find him joining me as he goes stiff and shoots wet heat into me.
We both groan fantastically as our bodies take what they need from each other. He rests on top of me and I love the weight of him. Then he’s up, off of me, and I hear him go into the bathroom.
The water in the shower runs for about five minutes, then it stops. After a minute or so, I hear him walk into the bedroom. The rustling of clothes tells me he’s getting dressed, and then I hear the sound of the bedroom door closing. Then the front door closes too.
I’m left all alone, and he didn’t say a fucking word to me!
