The Healer's Hellion - Miranda Bridges Page 0,44

looks down at me. “If either of those fall out, I will spank you and then put them in for longer.”

I’m fucking panting and barely registering what he’s saying. I nod, but all I can think about is the pulsing of my lower region as wave after wave of ecstasy roll over me.

“Tell me you understand,” he says, his tone becoming sharp.

“Yes, sir,” I say on a groan.

“And one more thing.” He taps my clit in a succinct rhythm, emphasizing every word. “You will not come until I tell you to.”

“Impossible,” I say through gritted teeth. My orgasm is already climbing, and if he were to put his cock in me, I would surely combust.

He makes an admonishing sound by clicking his tongue. “It seems that I will have to teach you to strengthen your control as well as your cunt.” He leans over me, his lips hovering over mine. “I look forward to the task. Now you need to sit up.”

My chest heaves with breaths as he helps me into a kneeling position on the bed. I put my hands under my knees to keep from touching myself. My nipples are stiff peaks, my belly flutters with anticipation, and my sex is weeping. Braxton sits behind me on his knees and places one on each side of my hips. He pulls me to him so that my back is pressed to his front, his cock pressing against my sensitive ass.

“I’m going to need you to trust me again,” he whispers against the column of my neck. “I’m going to put my hand around your throat, but always remember that I’m a physician and I know what I’m doing.”

I nod, unable to speak as he does exactly that, his thumb presses against my pulse and the rest of his fingers curved around my neck. I swallow deep, trying to regulate my breathing, but it’s like I’ve forgotten how. With his free hand, he plays with my breasts—one, then the other. Tweaking, flicking, and squeezing until I’m squirming in his hold. However, I go deathly still the moment he tightens his grip on my throat, making it a little harder for me to breathe.

“Braxton?” I wheeze.

“No talking, my love. I want you to relax as best you can.”

I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, no longer caring if I die from this intense passion, for it will surely kill me if he doesn’t give me release.

He takes his index finger and traces the entrance of my sex, lubricating the digit and bringing it to my clit before I can grind down onto it.

His voice rumbles through me like a caress. “I want you to come in three strokes, my naughty girl. Show me you have that control and then I will shatter it.”

One stroke. Then two. And three.

A sob has my chest shaking as my orgasm hits me, and Braxton doesn’t relent. Over and over he massages my clit, drawing out the intense pleasure while keeping a tight hold on my neck. It’s like I can’t get enough, and I come and I come, the balls inside me only heightening my experience.

When I go limp, he wraps an arm around my middle to keep me from falling. Then he gently removes both of the balls and tosses them aside.

“I think you’re primed for me,” he says.

I shake my head, beyond weary. “I can’t.”

He places a kiss to my shoulder. “You can and you will. Put your hands on your knees.” After I’ve obeyed, he grips my hips and lifts me before settling me on his cock.

I expel a lusty moan as my swollen sex hugs it, trying to pull it deeper inside me. He was right when he said I can do this. My entire body buzzes with energy, especially when he puts his hand over my lower abdomen. Then he thrusts into me and presses the heel of his hand on my stomach.

“I can feel my cock inside you,” he groans. Without slowing his movements, he takes ahold of my neck and squeezes. “Remember I won’t hurt you.”

Slowly it becomes harder and harder to breathe as my pleasure spirals. I can’t take in all the sensations at once. He’s slamming into my body with an almost punishing speed while playing with my clit. The hand on my throat is like a manacle, unyielding, yet I find myself growing wetter at the primal, domineering act. As soon as my eyelids flutter rapidly and I feel like I’m entering into