Page 12 of Bound to the EMT

His lips part as he runs his hand over my exposed backside. “Nothing would make me happier. What I need you to do is bend your upper half down until your face rests against the pillows and breathe for me. That’s all you need to do.”

“But Trixie didn’t-”

“Fuck, Trixie,” he growls. “You’re not Trixie. Your Emmeline Astencourt, and I’m the EMT who’s going to get this plug out of your ass. Cheek to pillow, now.”

His dark, commanding tone sends another shiver up my spine, and I rush to obey him. It’s somehow different when he’s ordering me around. When Mother does it, there’s a strident note to her voice, a hysteria that seems to underline every syllable and utterance.

When this Alpha does it, he’s completely in control. Whatever it is, whatever subtle difference it is that makes my gut churn, it also makes me weak in the knees. This is a dangerous, dangerous game I’m playing. But he’s a professional. If he says no one will find out, then I have to trust him. Naïve as that is.

The instant my head touches the pillow, he pulls on another set of gloves. The snap sounds in my ears, loud like thunder booming across the sky. But I don’t jump. I don’t even flinch. Just his hand on my skin allows me to relax until I’m almost a puddle beneath him.

And that’s when I feel it. A ragged hum buzzes across my skin, as if he’s vibrating behind me. I want to crane my neck around so I can see what he’s doing, but I’m far too boneless to do so. Does this mean he drugged me?

“Shhhhh, Emmeline,” he whispers against my skin. “I can smell your anxiety. What seems to be the cause of it? I mean, besides the obvious plug up your ass.”

“That vibration. What is it?”

For a moment, everything stops, allowing clarity to slam into me. Before I can fully process it, he starts again. “Has no one ever purred for you before? Not even a nanny?”

“No one.”

“Well then,” he murmurs as he lowers his hand to caress my lower lips. “I truly feel sorry for you, Princess. Now lie still and let me take care of you.”

I close my eyes, trying my best to concentrate on what he’s doing. His touch feels like heaven, lighting me up with just the gentlest graze of his fingers. The ache begins to grow, filling me until everything cramps with need. A soft moan flits through my lips, filling the space between us as he runs the pad of his finger over my clit.

“Such a responsive thing.” His voice is deep and raspy, sending pinpricks of pleasure dotting my skin.

As he continues to stroke me, his free hand drifts up to the plug. I want to be afraid as he gives it a tug, but I find I’m far too distracted by the delicious sensations swirling through me.

“That’s right, little princess,” he croons, stroking me a bit faster. “Just relax. Let me take care of you. Just like that. You’re doing so good for me.”

I soak up his words of praise, lapping up those rare utterances as a balm for my ragged soul. Instead of soothing me, however, all it does is stir up the resentment I have lying dormant underneath, so far down that it takes this sort of emergency to draw it out.

It shouldn’t be a stranger praising me. I shouldn’t be hanging on his every word as he drags deprived moans from my lips. Stuffing my face into the pillow, I swallow the sound, unable to let myself hear it.

“No, no, little princess,” he chuckles. “I want to hear you, every last sound as I make you come.”

He twists the plug as he tugs on it, drawing a pained whimper from my lips. The only problem is, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it should. The pain morphs, somehow, transforms as he touches me, driving heat deep into my body.

“That’s it. Don’t hold back on me. You’re doing so fucking good. Keep relaxing. You’re almost to the largest part.”

He pulls again as his fingers continue to play with me, making my insides clench until it’s almost impossible to breathe. The stretch in my rear is intense, adding to the confusion and need swirling inside me. The burn travels through my body until I fear I can’t take anymore.

As I part my lips to beg him to stop, a completely different sound bursts forth. A pleasured cry rends the air as everything in me shatters. Spots dance before my eyes as I turn my face to the pillow and scream. I know he wants to hear it, but it’s far too loud, far too intense to let anyone, even him, hear the ungodly noise pouring from me.

The plug slides out of me as I sob in relief. I lie there, my body quivering as emotions race through me at breakneck speed. I almost don’t hear the snap of his gloves as he takes them off and runs his hands up and down my body.

“You did so good for me,” he whispers, keeping his touch gentle and soothing.

Soft cries wrack my body as I turn to the side and curl in on myself, allowing the emotions I normally hold at bay to pour out of me. The EMT just holds me, his soft murmurs comforting me like nothing else has before. The minutes tick by as I lie there, unable to move, unable to think, unable to breathe.

“There now. I take it that was your first orgasm?”

I sniffle and nod, not ready to actually speak yet.

Again, he curls me into his arms and lets me process for a bit. After a few more minutes, he pulls back. “I don’t know when your servants are going to get back, but it would be better for you if they didn’t catch us like this. I’ll have the ambulance driver come back, and I’ll stage this as a blackout or something else.”

“Please,” I croak. “Just spin it to something that won’t embarrass my parents.”