Page 77 of In Her Shadow

“Building? What building?” I ignore all the people staring at us as he abandons the car in the middle of the street. “A doctor's office? Please tell me you’ve found a doctor's office,” I beg.

“Not exactly.” Ren shifts me up in his arms when I start to slip, and starts to jog. I squeeze my eyes shut when my stomach tenses up again, and the pain is so intense that I feel it all over my body.

“Ren, I really need to push,” I warn him, biting hard into his shoulder when it gets too much for me to handle.

“Just give me a minute.” I hear the strain in his voice, and a bell chimes above my head. Opening my eyes, I suddenly realize we’re standing in a reception room.

“Sir?” The woman behind the desk looks alarmed as she stares at us with her mouth open. In fact, everyone waiting is staring at us.

“I need a room,” Ren explains, and as I look around at the posters on the wall, I realize where we actually are.

“Ren, this is adentalsurgery,” I growl.

“A room. Now!” he yells at the woman.

“I’m sorry, sir, but all our rooms are being used. I can call you an ambulance,” she offers, already picking up the phone from the receiver.

“No time.” He shakes his head, moving on past her and storming up the corridor. He opens the first door we get to, interrupting the dentist and the patient he’s working on.

“Out!” Ren orders.

“I'm sorry… but–=”

“Isaid.Get. Out.” He places me down on my feet, making sure I’m steady, before he lifts the man out of the dentist chair and practically throws him out the door.

“Do you know how to deliver a baby?” he asks the dentist. Who just shakes his head back with wide, scared eyes.

“Then you can get the fuck out, too.” Ren grabs him by his tunic and forces him out the door.

“It’s far from perfect, but it’s better than the car.” He quickly guides me to sit in the chair, taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his cuffs so he can roll his sleeves up his arms.

“Ren, she’s really coming.” I struggle to get my panties off when I feel that pressure between my legs start to burn.

“Okay. She can come now, we’re ready. We got this,” He smiles as he looks around him for something that might help.

The door opens, and the receptionist steps inside, closing the door to give me some privacy.

“The ambulance is on its way,” she assures us. “Are you okay, dear?” Taking my hand, she tilts her head like she feels sorry for me. While Ren takes some gloves from the box on the tray beside him, snaps them onto his hands and adjusts the huge, bright light above our heads so it points between my legs.

I watch him focus when he rests his hands on my knees and spreads them apart to see what's happening.

“Okay, I think you can push,” he tells me, with his nostrils flaring.

“A few centimeters, huh?” I squeeze the woman's hand when I feel another pain, using it for leverage as I do as he says, and start to push.

“That's good, Kitten, keep doing that.” I feel his hand press between my legs and when he starts to stroke my clit, I widen my eyes at him.

“Breathe now, baby, get your energy back,” he tells me calmly, still stroking my sensitive flesh with his thumb as he slips his fingers inside me. “I can feel her head, she’s almost here.” He gives me a menacing smile as he glances across to the oblivious woman who’s comforting me.

“Ren?” I shake my head at him, though I have to admit, it’s a welcome distraction. “Could you wait outside for thatambulance?” I look up at the receptionist and smile. Quickly reaching between my legs and clutching Ren’s arm when I feel another contraction coming.

“Sure.” She rushes out, leaving us alone, and instead of forcing his hand away like I should, I make sure his fingers stay pressed inside me.

“What are you doing, Ren?” I ask, deciding to go with whatever this is.

“I know you like a little pain to go with your pleasure. I’m seeing if it works both ways,” he whispers. “You're contracting, baby, you should be pushing.” He looks down to remind me, and his words suddenly knock me out of the trance I’ve slipped into. That unavoidable urge to push is back, and it has me bearing down and pushing against his fingers. “That’s a good girl, you're doing so well. Keep pushing.” He retracts his fingers but still continues stroking my clit. “You're doing perfect; her head is almost in my hand,” he encourages me.

“Don’t stop what you're doing,” I tell him, catching my breath while my body recovers.

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