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She finally pulled back from his cock to enjoy her orgasm and she turned onto her stomach, giving him greater exposure to her ass. He mounted her from behind and, still lightly spanking her with the crop, he slid two fingers inside her. The sensation only magnified her orgasm and she came a second time, a wave still technically attached to the first, but distinctly different.
“Oh my god,” she whined. “Raul, fucking Christ.” She felt every cell in her body pulsing, wanting, begging for more.
“Hm,” he said playfully. “So, you’re ready then.” He turned her over and, without fanfare or hesitation, entered her. He began to pulse into her, his cock sliding easily. “You’re so wet,” he said. “Must have been the dessert.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “That was it. Totally the dessert.”
He closed his eyes, then, and focused in on the task at hand. She got into a rhythm with him as he thrust into her, her legs spread, her hands clinking in the handcuffs against her metal bed frame.
When he was about to come, he groaned loudly and stiffened, began to thrust at her faster, harder, and he exploded in her. She remembered the condom but only in a back corner of her mind. No matter, she mused, she was on the pill and anyone with a black Amex was probably clean. He thrust against her and spent himself, then flopped next to her on the bed.
“Damn,” he said as he released her from the cuffs. “You are one fine woman.”
She was about to respond when she heard him snoring lightly. No matter, she thought as she rubbed her wrists and drifted off to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.
Chapter Six
April awoke the next morning late enough that the sun was already high in the sky and the birds had finished their morning song ritual. She stretched, inhaling deeply, but stopped her exhale as she realized the other side of the bed was empty. She looked over to where Raul had been sleeping the night before. He had, of course, left her a note. She grabbed it, squinting with half-closed eyes at what it said.
“Good morning, gorgeous, I got paged at 7am and had to leave; I hope I didn’t wake you. Last night was fun. Let’s do it again. Tonight? ~Raul
She rolled over and dozed for a few more minutes then got out of bed. Yes, she thought, she might very much enjoy Raul Part Two tonight, if he was so inclined. She got out of bed and put on her robe. She washed her face and looked at herself in her bathroom mirror. Yep, she looked like she had been fucked, very thoroughly, very completely. She walked into the kitchen to make her morning coffee.
She wandered around her apartment, sipping her coffee, thinking about the conundrum that was Raul. He was clearly rich, but he didn’t act like it. Except that he was definitely hiding something, that was for certain. His story was too pat, too easy, and, most importantly, the story of a dead father didn’t account for the amount of money he clearly had, unless his father had been some major Somebody, a detail he hadn’t offered up. She wondered if he was, in fact, a CEO of a company, or a celebrity, someone who valued his anonymity and whose face wasn’t immediately recognizable to the public. He looked familiar to her now, of course, but, she reasoned, that was because of Dr. Goodfreid’s office. She tried to remember if he had looked familiar to her the first time she’d seen him. She shook her head; she couldn’t recall.
She sipped her coffee, standing at the picture window looking out over the part of the city she could see. She was only on the fourth floor, so her view wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing. Better, even, than most.
Her phone rang. She let it go to voicemail. Even if it was Raul, she wouldn’t have answered it in order to not seem too eager, too desperate, though the thought of him inside her again, now even, was almost more than she could handle.
She got dressed in her weekend clothes: sweat pants and a t-shirt, and she checked her email, made her shopping list, and did all of her normal weekend chores. By the time the afternoon rolled around, she lad lunch plans with her best friend, had paid her bills, had cleaned her house, and had a load of laundry in the washing machine and one in the dryer. Apparently Raul inspired her to get things done.
It wasn’t until a little after one o’clock that she checked her phone again. She had a text from Raul wondering if she was up for dinner round two; he could get a reservation if she wanted. She read his message with raised eyebrows. Armada two nights in a row was just showing off. She texted him as much, then sent her reply with a smile. See how he responds to that, she thought.
She noticed her voicemail from the morning; she had forgotten about it. She clicked into her voice mail and listened to the message.
“Hello, Ms. West, this is Dr. Goodfreid’s office calling.” The voice sounded like the middle-aged receptionist April had met the day before. “You were in the office yesterday for an exam, but, unfortunately, we need to have you back in at your earliest convenience. Dr. Goodfreid received word that your exam sample became compromised in the lab, after it left our office. We’re very sorry for any inconvenience this causes.” The receptionist sounded as if she was reading from a script. “Please call us as soon as you’re able. Thank you, have a good day.”
Hm, April thought. A compromised sample. Sure, Dr. Goodfreid. That’s the game you want to play? She dialed his office number and left a voicemail after listening to a recording of the receptionist recite the office hours for the clinic.
“Hi, this is April West returning your call. I can come in Monday morning for a repeat exam, or any other time this week that works for you. Thank you, talk to you soon.”
19. Exposed by the Doctor & Her Nurse,
a Medical Ménage Romance
By: Naughty Nicole
Exposed by the Doctor & Her Nurse
a Medical Ménage Romance
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