Page 26 of Ride With Me

“I don’t think I can be restrained alone though. I might end up panicking at the idea of there being a fire and no one being able to reach me in time to untie me.”

“Then you won’t be. You can stay with me in my bed. It’ll be easier to observe you that way, and it’ll save us some time at the next checkup. It won’t have to go as long. Sound good?”

“Yes. Thank you, Doctor.” I preen and he runs his fingers through my hair.

“You’re very welcome. You know I like taking care of you. You’re the best patient I’ve ever had.”

“Yes, I know.” I rub my face against his hand like a needy cat.

“You’re so good at following orders, and never question any required testing or treatments. You understand what needs to be done and let me do my job to the best of my abilities.”

“I like being your patient, Doctor. I don’t ever have to worry about being sick too long or getting an infection.”

“You don’t. Not ever.” His fingers trail down my neck and goose bumps covers my flesh. “You are so tense still. Tell me what else you need to relax?”

“So much pressure on my prostate that needs relieving. I can’t sit too long without feeling my hole twitch with discomfort.”

His eyes darken and he beams. “Oh, we don’t want that. I’m so happy you can be honest with me. Turn onto your belly and let me take care of it for you.”

Thrumming with anticipation, I turn around, adjusting the pillows and lowering myself in bed. Cool air trickles down my back as he tugs off the covers and slides a pillow under my hips. Kneeling between my legs, his warm hands knead my cheeks and his warm tongue brushes over my seam. He licks and nips at my pucker, sucking on my sensitive skin. I press my ass closer to his face, accepting all my treatment, already feeling the pressure shift somewhere else.

Moaning into my hole, he darts inside me, lapping at my inner walls, and adds a finger alongside his tongue. A second is added in no time, and then a third. He plunges deeper and faster, spreading me wider, heat spreading all over my skin like wildfire.

I’m light and heavy at the same time. Both standing and flying. Sam curls his fingers against my prostate, knuckles deep, and I squirm underneath him, needing more.

“More, Doctor. I’m so close to feeling better. I just need a little more.”

Complying with my demands, he removes his fingers and lines the tip of his cock with my hole. I don’t question if it’s safe when his skin is bare against mine, because he’s done so much testing on me and he’s my doctor. He wouldn’t risk my health. Not ever.

“So good for me. Taking your treatment like a good boy. I knew you were perfect when I first saw you on my table, wounded and longing for something more. For me. For this. We can be that missing something for each other.”

“For another week.” I crane my neck, shooting him a quick glance and he laughs. “Yes. And the week after and the week after. And however long this close observation is needed. However long I feel I need to ensure you’re a hundred percent healthy, and that could be a really long time.”

Tingles crawl up my spine—he really is trapping me here with never-ending appointments. More testing and therapies. More him. “But what if I want to leave sooner?”

“You won’t.” He pushes his cock deeper, and I feel the pop of my muscles as they’re being breached. Only sliding in halfway, he pauses above me, running his fingers down my side. “You won’t, because that will make you a bad patient and you never want to be that, do you?”

“No, Doctor.” I really don’t either. The thought has my chest tightening and I feel like I’m being temporarily suffocated.

The metaphorical hands loosen around my neck when he says, “Then don’t. Keep making me proud. We’re both better off when you do, don’t you agree?”

“Yes. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“I know. No good patient would.” He pulls out to slam back in, his movements rough and hard. I’m rolling with pleasure from the ache and the wonderful way his cock strokes over thepart he reminded me needs more attention. Rolling his hips, he hits it again, and we’re like two rubbing sticks creating fire together. He strokes my nipples and kisses my neck, his hips meeting with mine in perfect motion. Pleasure erupts inside me, and I’ve never felt more alive.

He empties himself inside me, his warm cum filling my hole and cock throbbing inside my wrecked channel. Comfort washes over me as he cleans me up and cuddles me in his arms. I close my eyes, letting myself enjoy feeling safe. Right when I’m worried I won’t have that panic of things going wrong at any moment, I wake up to all the stuff I stole laid out around me. He had it all this time, and now, he has me too.

THE END

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