Page 2 of Bound to the EMT

His hands roam over her chest in a hot, fierce, possessive way, making my insides twist in a rather uncomfortable fashion. When he teases her nipples, I nearly drop the communicator as shock floods my insides. Even when going in for a womanly exam, no one has ever touched me like that.

What he’s doing can’t possibly be legal... And yet, his credentials stand out proudly on the wall. The glare makes it almost impossible to see what all the words are, but it’s clear he’s a professional.

Biting down on my lower lip, I continue to watch, fascinated, as he spreads her legs apart. Though I’m no stranger to my own anatomy, seeing as I keep it very clean, it’s quite a shocking thing to see another’s. Her body drips as she leans back, while soft moans drift from her lips.

Is this what I’ve been missing out on? With tentative fingers, I pull down my leggings just far enough to gain access to my underwear. I don’t even have to shove it to the side to know I’m leaking just as much as she is. But I’ve never leaked before. How is this normal?

Transfixed, I continue to watch as he slides a finger into her. My pulse pounds in my ears as her cries grow louder. What does this have to do with anal needs? It still doesn’t make sense to me, but if I’m going to get an education, I might as well get more than just the back entrance.

Besides, it’s not as if Mother would be open to having such conversations. The few times I’ve tried to bring it up, I was met with her urging me to wait for my Alpha mate to teach me such things. Unfortunately, since we’re tied to the government and forced to wait for them to find our perfect match, I could be old and wrinkled before walking down the aisle.

That is, if I even get matched at all. I know several older, very prominent women who have remained unmatched, even in their eighties. I don’t want to wait until I’m unable to enjoy the act of being married to know about what happens between an Alpha and an omega.

The girls at school are no help either. They talk about things I don’t understand. And, instead of explaining, they simply giggle behind their hands and carry on as if I’m not there. It’s not fair that we run in the same social circles, and yet they are allowed to date and experience life with other men.

I’m stuck in this stone tower, celibate, waiting for my Alpha Prince Charming to match with me and show me the ways of the world. Or at the very least, how to derive the same sort of pleasure the woman screaming on the table seems to be having. Her nasally cries fill the room, sending a shaft of guilt through me.

If my parents found out about this... But they won’t. They can’t. No one will ever know. It will be my little secret.

Pursing my lips, I drag the slider over until the woman climbs onto her hands and knees and presents her bottom to the doctor. This is the part I need to see. He glides his fingers over the back hole, making her shudder and cry out again.

Between my legs, my private parts begin to throb and ache. More of that odd liquid gathers at my entrance and soaks the gusset of my underwear. Even when I clamp my thighs shut, it doesn’t help. In fact, it only makes it worse.

A groan of frustration flits from my lips, overshadowing Trixie’s passionate cries as he plops a dollop of liquid against the puckering back hole. I do my best to tune it out as I concentrate on the mechanics of what the doctor is doing. He doesn’t seem to put that much on her, so maybe what I got in the packet is just enough?

He continues to slide his fingers into her, but I scroll through again, not completely understanding the purpose to his actions. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he brings up the metal plug and rests the tip against the back entrance. I hold my breath as he coaxes her, telling her what to do as he pushes it in.

On his command, she breathes out and relaxes, allowing him to insert it a bit more. The pulsing between my legs becomes harder to ignore as I watch the scene in front of me. Squirming again, I shift about until I can find a more comfortable position.

I force myself to concentrate on the video, and not on the growing heat spreading through my body. Honestly, the whole process doesn’t seem so difficult. In fact, I think I was worried for nothing.

With a smile, I pick up the plug again as I wait for him to pull it out. Only, he doesn’t. Instead, he slides his medical jacket off, revealing him to be completely naked. With a loud shriek, I toss the phone down onto my bed and look away as he fondles his anatomy between his thighs. It’s impossibly huge, to the point where I don’t understand how it can stand so tall and erect.

Wouldn’t the weight alone make it stay limp? Not that I know anything about the male anatomy, really. Just the bits and pieces I’ve picked up from my various conversations. Seeing the male anatomy in its fullest is something else altogether.

Unease flits through my body as I pick up the plug and compare sizes. It’s got to be at least double in girth, and the plug itself is far more massive than I anticipated. Maybe I should be grateful I’m about to insert this into me instead of him.

Unable to face my fears, I continue the video on to the end. Both seem spent, gasping, sweaty messes, as he rolls her over and tugs at the plug. It slips out without any resistance or effort. Easy peasy. Nothing to it. All I have to do is relax.