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He smelled better than the sharp hospital smell. His faint, dark masculine musk was so nice. I wanted more. I tried to movemy head closer, but I couldn’t. My forehead was tied to the bed as well.
“Easy there, my calf. You don’t want to squirm too much and rupture your IV,” Carter teased.
‘My calf.’ That should offend me, but I was long past it. I was lost in the fantasy of being owned. Of being his. Intoxicated that a man so decisive, powerful, and handsome didn’t see me as beneath him.
“Carter, can you release me, please?”
“No. I don’t want you to get too agitated.”
I was about to protest, but his hand moved the sheets off my bed, revealing my naked body. Shame silenced me. The lights were too bright, the pose wasn’t flattering. I knew my current pose wasn’t doing me any favors. As I blushed, his hand moved to caress my breasts, tracing the outline of my vitiligo marks there and down my chubby belly. He continued across my thighs so dangerously close to my pussy, but never touched it. I moaned and bit my lip.
“Carter, Please.”
“Please what, Tiff?” He teased, “Do you want me to stroke your pretty pussy and make you come?”
“I-I,” I couldn’t speak. He was so crass and so hot.
“Come on, use your words. I want to hear it.”
“Can you p-please - Please,” answering him shouldn’t have been this hard, but dirty talk had never been my forte.
“Please what?” He teased, his fingers stroking near my pussy, but denying me what I needed.
“Please untie me?”
“Oh. Is thatreallywhat you want?”
“I want to see my brand, please?”
He was surprised, but it seemed to flatter him. He leaned forward to undo my straps. As he did, I felt his shockingly largecock through his pants as it rubbed my face. I fought the urge to tease him with my mouth.
“Turn around. I’ll show it to you while I tend to it,” Carter commanded.
So I did, exposing my ass as I laid on my stomach. Carter folded the sleeves of his shirt and squirted some cream on his hands. There was a medical mirror on a pivot arm overhead, he lowered it for me before moving a smaller one to reflect my fat ass. I saw it. A sun rising from behind two rolling hills and, over it, a CH monogram intertwining both. ‘Sunshine Sanctuary’ was written around the logo. It was etched in pink and healing skin, slightly raised.
“It’s… Beautiful,” I said, thinking about what it represented. “Do you like it?”
“I like it even more now that it’s on you,” he said before squirting more lotion directly over the brand.
He was tender and gentle, massaging the lotion into my scarred skin. I felt surprisingly loved, cherished. Every gentle caress reinforced that feeling.
“I was a good calf for you,” I muttered, pathetically, craving his presence, his happiness.
“You were a lovingly perfect calf,” Carter assured me.
His praise turned me on so much. It didn’t feel cheap. It felt earned. I had burned my skin for him, but it had landed me his sincere admiration. I sighed as his hands worked higher, massaging the small of my back. I imagined him dragging me down the bed, spreading my legs, and finally fucking me. He didn’t. He just kept touching me, ignoring my wetness slicking my thighs.
“Carter. I want you,” I admitted.
“You need to be patient, my little calf,” he teased.
“But I need it, please.”
Carter moved away, dipping under the IV line to place a kiss on my back and sigh. “I understand. You were very good. I’ll reward you, just not right now.”
“But, what if I-”
He leaned down and, to my surprise, he kissed me. On the lips, ever so tenderly. My eyes closed, my heart fluttered, and I felt like a teenager in love, or how I imagine that a teenager in love would feel. His lips molded to mine again and again, then he teased my bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Something needy, dark, and fearful opened in my chest. He had to be using me. Playing with me. No man could love me, let alone such a man like him. I tried to push those thoughts back and sink deeper into the kiss. I couldn’t, not fully and as I tensed, he pulled back.
