Page 36 of Throttle

“Hi, Sienna. How are you feeling today?”

The surgeon released me two weeks ago, so I’m hoping my primary care physician will do the same today. “I’m actually feeling pretty good. Most of my soreness is gone, but I occasionally have a few minor pains when I move too quickly.”

“That’s normal. They should go away soon. How’s that scar coming along?”

“Everything’s looking good. Feeling good. Just hoping I get the okay to get back to my normal activities. All my normal activities.” I lower my chin and dramatically blink my eyes at her.

She catches my drift and laughs. “I get what you’re saying. And I’m honestly surprised your new shadow didn’t accompany you today.”

“He would have but I assured Throttle this was a quick visit and his presence was not needed. Besides, he’s taken my recovery to heart and won’t let me do anything. I’m dying here! If I was gonna beg you to give me the thumbs-up for sex, I didn’t want him here to see it. It’s sad to listen to a grown woman beg, but I’m prepared to do it.” I chuckle while feeling slightly embarrassed.

“That won’t be necessary.” Her smile is kind and understanding. “You’re all clear for any… activities you had in mind. Just be careful. I’ve seen that man of yours and gentle is not how I’d describe him.” She raises a cautious eyebrow.

“Throttle is a sweet little lamb. I have no idea what you mean.”

“Yeah, okay.” She rolls her eyes as she chuckles again. “Tell Mister Biker-Man I said hello. And if he has any single friends, to please send them my way.”

“Dr. Kramer! I didn’t know you were into bad boys.” I teasingly clutch my nonexistent pearls.

“I’m into any man who dotes on me the way Throttle does on you.”

I blush as my chest fills with warmth.

“Alright, let me check a few things. Then you’re free to go.”

She finishes the exam, and I’m practically beaming with excitement when I leave her office. I can’t wait to tell Throttle the good news and I have no intention of doing it with words. If I have to rip that man’s clothes off with my teeth, then so be it. I’ve earned a night of orgasms and he’s going to give it to me. It’s been too long for the both of us.

I decided to make a special dinner to celebrate my clean bill of health. It’s been a while since I’ve really cooked, so I think Throttle will be excited to try my pan-seared steaks with herb mashed potatoes and garlic-roasted asparagus. I finish setting the table, then clean myself up, wanting to be ready when he gets home. I have the food keeping warm in the oven because I want my dessert first as soon as he hits the door.

When I hear the roar of his bike as he pulls into the driveway, a smile spreads across my face and I excitedly move to the front door. I open it up before he can get his key into the lock, and his eyes widen with surprise.

His gaze instantly roams over me, looking for any sign of injury or distress. “You okay?” he asks, his tone laced with worry.

“Yes, now get in here.” I grab his wrist and drag him inside while he snickers at me.

“What’s the rush, baby? You got ants in your pants or something?”

“No, I have a wet pussy in my pants and it needs attention.”

He laughs while I kick the door closed and tug him towards our bedroom. His pace slows as he lifts his nose in the air, deeply inhaling the savory scents coming from the kitchen. “Hmmm, something smells amazing. What is that?”

“Dinner. I’ll fix you a plate later. But first, you need to eat something sweet.” My mouth twists into a sinful smirk.

“Sweet, huh? You got cookies waiting in the bedroom?”

“Just one cookie, and it has your name on it. You can even dip it in milk.” I shove him into our room and shut the door behind us, accidentally slamming it against the frame.

“Milk? Or?—”

“Oh my god. Less talking, more dicking. It’s been six weeks and I’ve waited as long as I can.” Usually he’s the aggressor, but not tonight. My patience is nonexistent today.

“I’ll admit you’ve been a very good girl these past few weeks. A lack of orgasms has made you a bit bratty, but Daddy’s proud of you for being on your best behavior.” His voice drops an octave as he takes over, spinning me around and pushing me against the door.

“Oh yeah? Is Daddy gonna give me a reward then?”

His hips are flush against mine and I can feel his cock lengthening in his jeans. “And what does my good little girl want?” he whispers, pressing his dick into my lower abs.

“I want you to use me like a toy. Make me come with your tongue. Then fuck me hard until we both scream.”

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