Page 139 of Entangled

His finger pauses in its retreat, and he raises a brow at me, waiting.

Flushed, almost panicked, I blurt, “After I... did what you said, he pushed me over. He pinned me to the ground, Doctor Bennett, on my stomach, and he spread my legs wide open. Then he...”

“Say it, Miss Anderson.”

I squirm as his finger sinks in to the second knuckle, then withdraws. When he pushes back in, it’s with two, and they curl up, rubbing my slick, hot walls, and I sob in relief.

“He fucked me. He fucked me hard, from behind, like an animal. He grabbed my hips and didn’t touch me. He just used me until he came. He made me all wet, Doctor Bennett. I was so wet.”

I’m so wet now, painting the floor, drenching his hand.

Doctor Bennett’s eyes sharpen on me. “He didn’t use a condom?”

I clench around his fingers, the pleasure of it making my eyes roll, and I shake my head.

“N-no. We decided not to. I don’t want to anymore.” I look up at him pleadingly. “You said you’re as sure as you can be that you’re all clean, right? And I am too? Please, I don’t want to use them anymore. I want your cum, Doctor Bennett. I want?—”

He plunges his fingers into me, then brings his thumb up to circle over my clit, once, twice, and then my orgasm is ripping through me with brutal, gasping force, and I come sweating and twisting into the mattress.

“No condoms,” Doctor Bennett agrees hoarsely. He breathes hard for a moment, then flips me over on the bed, pushing me deeper into the center of it. “Kneel, face in the mattress, arms crossed and above your head—comfortable, but so you’re extended. Donotput pressure on those wrists, you hearin’ me?”

My body is limp, shaking, obliterated, and coasting in the aftershocks of that mind-altering orgasm, but I try to obey him. He kneels up on the bed beside me, correcting me with deliberate, quick moves.

“Legs further apart.” He presses down between my shoulder blades until my face and chest are pressed into the soft bedspread. “Arch your back.”

Still shivering, I do, and as my brain slowly starts to de-fog, I realize how exposed I am in this position. I hear the crinkle of fabric as Beau quickly strips out of his remaining clothes, and I pant into the mattress.

“This is called humble, or slaver’s kiss. If we ask for it, this is the position you should take.”

There are names? Is he still Doctor Bennett now, or is he Beau?

“Yes, Doctor Bennett,” I reply, not sure why except that I still want to.

It’s still turning me on.

He runs his hand down my back, then up the backs of my thighs as he settles in behind me. I feel the heat of him, the heaviness of his cock between my legs, the searing heat of him bobbing against my clit.

“Tell me, is this the position you were in yesterday, Miss Anderson?” he asks, his voice hungry with need.

He must be gripping himself, because the way the fat head of his dick rubs through my wetness, stroking over my sensitive clit, is too firm, too deliberate, and my mouth parts on a breathless moan.

“Use your words, Miss Anderson. I am trying to do an accurate assessment of how the damage occurred.”

“Yes, Doctor, it was like this. He had me like this,” I whine, my arousal re-cresting almost immediately. I’m too worked up, too exposed and used and desperate to please him.

He fits his head against my entrance, notching in, and I bite my lip hard against the urge to push back. His hands grasp my hips, his thumb rubbing over my skin.

“Yes, now, I can see how these bruises came up. I can’t see any others.” He pauses. “Are you injured anywhere else, Miss Anderson?”

“No, Doctor Bennett,” I tell him desperately. “But I ache.”

“Where do you ache, Miss Anderson?” he purrs, and self-satisfaction melts through his voice, but I’m too focused on his cock teasing my entrance.

“In my... pussy,” I whimper, clenching around his crown. “Please, Doctor Bennett, help me. It hurts.”

I feel his dick twitch and sink in another inch, feel the stretch of it. But despite the greedy, scorching heat of him and the way my body tries greedily to clutch and draw him in, he just strokes me soothingly.

“Don’t you worry, Miss Anderson. I told you that you were my favorite patient. I take good care of my special patients.”

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