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“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Thank you for helping me find my voice again.”
He smiled, his own eyes glistening with emotion. “It was my pleasure, Patti.”
Trent then began to tend to her, applying a cool, damp cloth to her flushed skin. As he did so, he continued to murmur gentle encouragement and praise, his voice a balm that eased the lingering insecurities that threatened to creep back in.
“Your body is strong,” he told her as he stroked her arm. “And your heart is even stronger.”
“Is it?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Sometimes I feel like it’s been shattered into a million pieces.”
“Ah, but you’re rebuilding it, Patti,” Trent reassured her, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. “Piece by piece, day by day. And I’m honored to be a part of that journey. Doesn’t matter how many times you fall over—whether it’s into goat poop or not.”
Patti couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’ll always get up,” Trent said, warmly, “and I’ll always be here to help you. Now, are you ready for the next part of your treatment?” Trent asked, a playful glint in his eye. “I think it’s time we cooled you down.”
Patti nodded, anticipation and curiosity coursing through her veins. Trent’s smile widened, and he reached for a nearby bottle, expertly filling a glass with ice-cold water. He approached her once more, raising the glass to her lips with a teasing grin.
“Open up,” he instructed, and obediently, Patti parted her lips, allowing the icy liquid to cascade down her throat. The sensation was electric, and she closed her eyes, savoring the contrast between the cold water and the lingering warmth from their earlier activities.
As she swallowed, Trent ran a single ice cube along her collarbone, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice low and rich.
“Y-yes,” Patti stammered, her breath hitching as he continued to trail the ice cube along her body, leaving a chilly path in its wake. She felt her arousal begin to build once more, an undeniable connection forming between the two of them.
Doctor and patient.
Daddy and Little Girl.
Dominant and submissive.
They were two halves of a beautiful whole.
“Tell me how it feels,” he urged her, his tone coaxing and encouraging. “I want to show you that it’s safe to share your thoughts with me, to voice your ideas and feelings.”
“It’s… it’s amazing,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s cold but… it feels like warmth, tenderness. I never knew something so simple could make me feel this way.”
“Isn’t that the beauty of it?” Trent mused, his eyes locked on hers as he continued to tease her with the ice. “The simplest things can often bring us the most pleasure.”
As the ice cube reached its final destination, lingering over Patti’s now erect nipple, she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and yet she craved more of Trent’s expert touch.
“Please,” she begged, her eyes pleading with him for release. “I need more.” And she meant it. It was like a well of lust had been created in her, and it was full to overflowing.
“Your wish is my command,” he murmured, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down her body until they hovered just above her slick folds.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his gaze searching hers for any hint of hesitation. But all he found was desire, raw and unfiltered, shining in her eyes like the sun on a clear summer day.
“More than ready,” she replied, her voice filled with determination.
And with that, Trent dove back into their erotic dance, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over Patti. She rode each crest with abandon, her body no longer her own but rather an instrument under his skilled guidance.
As they moved together, Patti felt her fears and insecurities begin to melt away, replaced by a newfound confidence and sense of self. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she allowed herself to be truly vulnerable, trusting Trent to guide her through the storm.
And when the final wave of ecstasy crashed down upon her, she knew that she had found something precious and rare – a connection that transcended the physical, touching the very core of her soul.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Afewdayslater,Patti stood in the quarantine barn, a bucket of feed in her hand and sweat on her brow. Thirteen cows, four hamsters, three horses, and two bunnies—each one suffering in their own way. Thunder, the once-mighty stallion, now looked weaker than ever, his breaths labored and shallow.
