more time,” he panted, squeezing my tits hard, his fingers digging into the flesh.
I hope that’s going to leave some interesting bruises, I thought, startling myself.
An incoherent cry worked its way over my vocal cords, filling my mouth and slipping past my lips. So deliciously wet and sore, I was thoroughly fucked by this point. I didn’t really think it was possible for me to have just one more. But his filthy words and gorgeous voice coaxed me high one last time, and he felt it, felt me squeezing and pulsing. He fucked me as hard as he could, slamming deep into me, the stinging sweet pain of him butting my cervix sending me over the precipice.
“Phiiilll!” I screamed, finding the strength to raise my head.
“Fuuuck!” he roared, pouring himself into me, pulling me back into his heaving chest.
His heartbeat thundered through me, his cock shuddering wildly inside.
After a few minutes of trying to catch our breaths, his right arm slid back to quickly unbind me while he supported me with his left. My arms flapped loosely to my sides as he tossed away the belt. The surge of blood to my wrists was painful. Sucking in a sharp breath, I tried to move my useless limbs.
“Don’t move,” he said gently, his hands massaging and squeezing my arms, making the sensation a million times more intense. “Are you all right?”
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
Holding me steady against him with one arm, his hand came up to cradle my face and turn me, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Are you all right?” he repeated, his warm gaze searching mine.
“Yes,” I replied. “That was awesome, babe.”
He released a sigh. “I thought so, too.”
The tingles and pinpricks in my arms and hands reduced, and finally, I was able to move them. Stretching forward, I sank, exhausted, into the bed, and Phil tugged the blankets out from under me. Gathering me in his arms, he pulled us together, breast to breast.
“I was worried I’d freak you out,” he confessed softly. He slid his hand into my hair behind my ear, stroking his thumb along my jaw.
“Then, why’d you do it?”
“I wanted to see if you’d like it.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before.”
He pressed a kiss to my Third Eye. “If you really liked it, I’ll do it whenever you want.”
“Have you ever been restrained?”
I felt his lips curve into a smile against my forehead.
“No.”
“Would you let me tie you up?”
He was silent for a few beats and then said, “I’ll think about it.”
“Kill me now,” I groaned, resting my head on my forearms on my desk.
Stiff in some areas, sore in others, I was so fucking exhausted that I could cry. I’d gotten maybe eight hours of sleep over the last two days. I had one last patient to get through before I could head home. Thankfully, it was a quick manipulation and some acupuncture. I’d be finished within twenty minutes.
The appointment blew by.
“Thanks, Dr. MacGregor. I feel loads better.” Dazed, Mr. Ingles got dressed and headed out for the reception area.
“Anytime, Mr. Ingles.”
The twenty-minute drive home felt nineteen minutes too long. Yawning, I turned Gretchen into the driveway and slugged my way up the front steps. I was starving, but I simply didn’t have the energy to be bothered finding something to eat. So, I schlepped my ass up to my bedroom, dumped my bag on the floor, kicked off my sneakers, and face-planted on my bed.
I really should call Phil and let him know I’m home. I will, I told myself. Right after I close my eyes for a few minutes.
I was halfway to an acid trip. My brain was that fried from lack of sleep.
When I opened my eyes next, a warm huge body cradled me, and the glow of my television filled the room. It was dark outside.
“Oh, shit!” I sat up quickly, rubbing my face with my hands.
“Fuck, you scared me!” Phil laughed, rubbing his hand over his heart.
My stomach rumbled viciously.
Pulling me back into his arms, my face against his chest, he hugged me tight. “I’m sorry I wore you the fuck out.”
“When did you get here?”
“Um…six? Alys came over, thinkin’ you were already at my place. She said your car was in the driveway.”
“Yeah…the last thing I remember was, I was about to call you. I guess I didn’t make it that far.”
Kissing the top of my head, he replied, “Nope. You hungry?”