Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Why are thoughts of romance novels filling my head? It feels like I’ve stepped into one. There’s no other explanation for me panting like I am or the fact that a stranger is taking the liberty to remove my clothes and kiss my body.
The doctor’s hands come to my shins and hold me down, making me realize I was flailing around.
I grab Kalbrac’s shoulders. “What are you doing?” My voice is breathy. I arch my chest upward against my will as if offering myself to him.
Kalbrac nuzzles his nose between my breasts before licking along the seam of my bra and then dipping his tongue under the lace to flick my nipple.
I moan, the sound echoing loudly in the exam room. What is happening to me?
When I arch off the table even higher, Kalbrac slides a hand under my back and flicks open my bra clasp.
I gasp as he whisks the lace away from my chest. My blouse follows. My vision swims. My arousal is through the roof. I’m going to float off the table. This is so humiliating, and yet I don’t want him to stop.
My breasts are free now, exposed. I’m wearing nothing but panties, and they’re soaked from my arousal. I’m restless, but I can’t move because Dankin is holding me down.
I writhe from humiliation and desperation.
Kalbrac calmly grabs my wrists and pulls them over my head. He uses one hand to hold them down to the table. His other hand cups one of my breasts, and the next thing I know, his lips are wrapped around my nipple, sucking, licking, flicking.
I cry out, so loud anyone in the hallway or a nearby room has to hear me. I consider yelling for help. I should stop this madness. These strangers are forcing me to feel things against my will. Aren’t they?
It’s really just Kalbrac, though. Dankin is simply restraining me, keeping me from flailing around so I don’t fall off the table. It’s Kalbrac who is driving me wild with a need I’ve never felt before.
Suddenly, he pricks my nipple with his weird quill.
I scream. It hurts, but holy mother of God, nothing has ever felt so good in my entire life. My nipple throbs. My other nipple is begging for the same attention. Insanity.
My sex pulses with need.
Kalbrac releases my nipple and lifts his face, staring deep into my eyes, or maybe my soul. While holding my gaze, he slides his hand from my breast down my body. He doesn’t stop. He slips his fingers under the front of my panties, finds my soaked sex, and strokes between my folds.
I buck against him because I need more. I need something I’ve never experienced before. I need an orgasm. I don’t even care that I don’t know this man and the doctor is watching. If he doesn’t let me come, I will self-combust.
Kalbrac eases the tip of his finger into my channel. “Has anyone been inside here, Clara?” His voice is rough, gravelly, sexy.
I swallow. My face heats as I nod. Why should I be embarrassed to admit that I’ve had sex before? I’m thirty-five years old. Of course I’ve had sex before. But does that fact disappoint him?
He smiles. “So, I won’t hurt you if I thrust my finger into your pretty cunt?”
Oh. So he’s pleased? I’m so confused. My face heats further.
“Will it hurt, Clara?” he asks again.
I slowly shake my head, though I’m pretty sure his finger is larger than either of the two penises I’ve had inside me. And it’s been a while.
His brow furrows as he eases his finger in deeper. “So very tight, Baby girl.”
I lick my lips. I feel the strangest need to explain myself. “It’s been a long time.”
He smiles again before thrusting his finger in deeper. His thumb lands on my clit, and he drops his head to my other breast to suck my greedy nipple. The moment he pricks that tip to match its twin, I come.
I scream again, louder than before. My voice echoes all around the room as I writhe and moan and even cry.
Kalbrac strokes my channel and my clit over and over while waves of my orgasm continue to consume me. He doesn’t let up until I wince, and even then, I find myself wishing he wouldn’t stop.
“You’re mine, Clara.”
That fact does seem rather definitive. Yes.
Chapter Four
Kalbrac
My cock is so hard I’m going to come in my dress pants. I wish I had changed into my more comfortable normal attire, but there hasn’t been time. I’ve been consumed with my Little girl’s health from the moment I scented her. I have not paused to change out of this ridiculous suit.
Clara’s eyes suddenly widen, and she moans—not from pleasure this time but from exasperation. It’s not unexpected. I’m educated enough to know that human females are far more modest than Eleadians. As realization dawns on her, she’s growing more embarrassed by the moment, not just because I made her come but because I did so in front of Dankin.