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I can’t figure out why this is getting me off. I’ve never been one for BDSM or rope play. Hell, I’ve never even messed with dominance of any sort. Though, I guess the thought of a big, hairy man telling me to suck his cock never turned me off either.
A tear streaks onto my cheek as I gag on his cock. I’m not sad, so I don’t know where it’s coming from, but it only makes me want him deeper.
He wipes the salty expression away and licks it off his thumb before tying my wrists and tossing me onto the bed. “You like to gag on my dick, Cookie?”
I nod, breathless and aching, needier than I’ve ever felt.
“I’m going to bite this pretty little clit and see how much you can take before you start squirming.”
My breath hitches and I feel like I can’t catch it.Breathing isn’t a thing humans need to do, right?
His thumb nudges my hard nipple, and his teeth scrape gently against my clit.
I’m going to die.I’m actually going to perish right here in this bed surrounded by things I don’t recognize. Cedar walls, a bear skin rug, a lamp made from antlers.Where the hell am I?
I push away the thoughts racing through my head as he bites down harder. My clit is engorged, and he’s making sounds I’ve never heard another living creature make. It’s powerful and hungry, desperate even.
“Come on my face, Cookie. I want your pretty little pussy juices all over me. Then, I’m going to fuck your tight ass. I want you so limp from coming that you’re begging me to stop.” He nips at my clit again and I squirm beneath him, breathless and ragged.
I could lay like this forever, held suspended in a space where he’s devouring me and I’m letting him, where the anticipation for him is still aching and loud. The space between real life and whatever this is. This is where I want to be.
But as hard as I try to hold this feeling, a sharp pain stabs me right below my knee.
Ignoring it seems like the best bet, so I go with that for as long as I can, but still, I can’t focus on the pleasure. The pain is too excruciating.
My eyes close and everything goes black. When I open them again, I’m in a bed I don’t recognize with Doc hanging over me.
“Cookie, are you okay?” The hunger he had in his eyes a second ago isn’t there. Instead, he’s got a wrinkled expression of worry. “Do you need water?” He hands me a bottle and sits me up in bed.His bed.
“How did I get here?”
“I carried you in. You passed out on the couch before I could give you anything for the pain.” He turns toward a small closet in the back of his room. “Don’t worry. I’ve been out on the couch. I just heard you screaming, so I came in to check on you.”
Screaming?What kind of screaming? Oh, God. Was I dreaming? Did I dream all that? Did he hear me calling out for him?
I clear my throat, avoiding eye contact with the man I shouldn’t be dreaming about. Not like that. He’s my… friend. I guess that’s what you’d call it.
I draw in a deep breath, count to four, and blow it out slowly. “I don’t think I need any pain meds right now. Thanks, though. What time is it?”
“Nearly six in the morning. How are you feeling? That scream was pretty loud.”
I’m tempted to ask him to describe the noise, but I’m too afraid of what he might answer with. Besides that, now all I can imagine are his teeth scraping against me. Good Lord, I need help… or an orgasm. Either would do at this point.
“I’m okay. A little warm. I think I might take a shower, actually. Something cold and refreshing. What’s my leg looking like?” I push the sheet off and pull my leg out for him to see, realizing that it’s much more mobile than it was yesterday. He’s probably right about it not being broken.
“Well, you’re moving it, so that’s good. The swelling has gone down a lot, too. We should still take you to the doctor for some x-rays. I’ll call when they open and make an appointment so we’re not waiting around.”
“Oh, you don’t need to take me. I can call… someone.”
“Someone.” He laughs. “Someone who?Your sister is gone this week with Axel. They’re doing the babymoon thing, right?”
I forgot he knows so much about me. “Yeah. Sorry. I guess you’re my only hope.”
He laughs. “I like being your only hope. Do you want me to help you into the shower?”
My clit throbs as the thought of what that would look like. His hands on my waist. My naked body against his. His hard cock pressed against my back.Maybe it would slide in.
“Yeah, actually I could use a little help I guess.” Why did I say that? Okay, obviously I don’t know what the hell I’m saying anymore.
