Page 38 of Claimed By Him

He started to explain, but I stopped him and pulled him inside. “Shhh, it’s okay.” I looked down the stairs to make sure no one was following, then shut my door as quietly as I could. I knew the drill; I couldn’t let people know there was any kind of disturbance here tonight.

“Here.” I held his body and guided him to the couch. He fell down and rested his head back. “Fuck, Tony,” I said, shaking my head. “What the hell happened?”

He looked tired. He’d obviously lost too much blood already. I rushed to my closet and pulled out a belt, then a stack of towels. I sat on my knees next to him and started to carefully pull his jacket off his shoulders. He leaned forward and cringed when I pulled it down his arm.

“Sorry… I’m sorry…” I said a little frantically. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him further. I rushed to my small kitchen and fetched a pair of scissors, then cut his T-shirt off, starting with the sleeve covering his wound, then just cutting it right down the middle to get rid of it. Immediately, I took the belt and strapped it as high as I could around his arm.

“This is gonna hurt, baby,” I told him, then pulled it as tight as I could. He grunted, grinding his teeth, and being too much of a man, trying to hide his pain from me.

“Fiona,” he said, catching his breath when I reached to grab a towel and put it under his arm.

“Yeah?”

My eyes were focused on the bullet wound, judging how deep it had gone. Luckily, it wasn’t very deep; I could see the shiny metal protruding through the blood. I looked at his face to see him staring at me.

“Yeah, Tony?”

“I missed you.” His voice was weak and tired. The normally guarded Tony would not have said this. It made me realize just how dazed he was feeling.

“Oh, God.” I tried not to cry; I knew he would be okay, but the sight of his blood and change in character was freaking me out slightly. “I missed you too. Now shut up so I can work.”

He chuckled and dropped his head back again. I thought about what I had to do next. I switched the kettle on, then quickly ran to fetch my tweezers. I looked around for something to put between his teeth. Anything that was rubbery and not too hard… my silicone dildo?

No! Oh my God, Fiona!

I quickly searched the cupboards, but I couldn’t find anything else, nothing that was small enough or big enough or rubbery enough.Shit!I grabbed the dildo and ran back to the kitchen where I poured the boiling water over the tweezers and some more into a plastic bowl with a clean cloth.

When I got back to him on the couch, he was sitting with his eyes closed.Fuck!This was the scariest feeling I’d ever been through. I’d seen my brothers in similar conditions, but I’d never been this fucking scared. I kept telling myself he’d be fine, it was just a flesh wound, the bleeding stopped when I put the tourniquet on, it wasn’t gushing out, so he was fine!

“Okay, okay.” I tried to calm myself. I carefully wedged the dildo between his teeth. He wasn’t waking up yet. The dildo wasn’t the biggest; it was more of a traveling dildo for emergencies. There was a vibrating mechanism that pulled out so you could wash it, and I’d left that in the bathroom.

“Alright, here we go…” I carefully put the tweezer over the bullet, then started to dig a little deeper to get it out of the skin. Tony woke up with a growl of pain. “I’m sorry, Tony baby, just bear with me here!”

He looked down at his arm and relaxed a little once he realized what I was doing, then he frowned at the pink thing in his mouth and spat it out.

“What the fuck?”

“One more second…” I pushed the tweezers a little deeper and felt the bullet edge forward. I pulled it out. “There!”

“Fuck!” Tony threw his head back and breathed deeply a few times. I dropped the bullet and tweezers into the water, then used the cloth to try to wipe up most of the blood.

“Okay, it’s done. Now I’m gonna clean it and—”

“You put your fucking dildo in my mouth?” he asked, amazingly wide awake now. I hoped it was the pain and not the shock of waking up to dick in his mouth.

“Yeah…” I said carefully, pulling my mouth skew. “I couldn’t find anything else. But you know what,” I wiped the wound, and he flinched, “I’m saving your fucking life right now, so you’d better be thankful.”

He chuckled again and looked at the dildo next to him. “Only if you show me how you use such a small dick to get off.”

I smacked his leg. “I could stick my finger in this hole in your arm, if you don’t behave.”

“Okay, okay.” He lifted his good hand, laughing weakly and dropping his head back again.

“Before you pass out, let's get you to the bed. I’ll clean the wound from there.”

Tony staggered to the bed with me holding him up. My place was an entirely open floor plan, so getting to the bed was relatively easy. I opened the blankets where I’d been asleep not even half an hour ago and let him drop down against the pillows. His eyes closed almost immediately, and he sighed weakly.

“Thank you, baby…”

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