“I—can’t—breath?—”
He grips me tighter, and black spots appear in my peripheral vision. Dr. Kincaid growls, growing more aggressive as he fucks me. He uses his other hand to maneuver one of my knees higher so that he can go deeper, and I claw at his hand so that I can get some air.
He relents, and oxygen floods my system… and it completely sets off another orgasm.
I come so hard that I black out, wave after wave of pleasure clawing through me in quick succession. Dr. Kincaid’s cock swells inside of me before he groans and collapses on top of me, jerking his hips as he empties inside of me a second time. I close my eyes and moan. Like before, I can feel his orgasm—like we’re connected by some sort of thread—but before I can come again, he goes completely still and his breathing changes.
My eyes are already closed, so when he quickly pushes up and pulls out of me, I let my raised knee fall to the side, giving him a full view of the mess he made of me.Twice.
Like last night, he’s quiet for a minute—watching me or coming to, I’m not sure. But then he gently replaces my underwear, pulls the duvet back over my body, and quietly closes my bedroom door.
Once I’ve waited a couple of minutes, I start to tremble from the adrenaline rapidly leaving my body.
Everythingbelow my waist is sore—from my pussy to my thighs to my clit. It’s pulsing in that delicious, overused way, but everything that happened wassointense that I feel sort of in a daze. Like I’m dreaming, or flying, or something not altogether conscious.
Shaking in earnest now, I give it a few more minutes before I get up and walk to the bathroom on wobbly legs.
Just like last night, Dr. Kincaid is sleeping soundly in his cot.
A small part of me is glad he’s able to sleep so easily after fucking me when he’s asleep, but a bigger part of me agonizes over the fact that he… doesn’t seem to care.
That he can rest easy afterward.
As I pee, I tell myself that it’s not because I want him to cuddle me or tell me sweet nothings. I justwanthim to acknowledge that he wants me, consciously.Notwhile he’s asleep.
Hehasto know I’m not asleep afterward. There’s no other explanation for why he’d jeopardize his entire career and life over it. He knows I know—and he’s trying to break me.
After I clean myself up, I climb back into bed and fall asleep. I’m too thoroughly exhausted not to. When I wake up at half eight, Dr. Kincaid is gone, but there’s a note on the bathroom mirror.
Take the morning off. Luncheon at 12.
It’s not until I take a shower after ordering room service and think more about last night that something catches in the back of my mind. He pulled something out of me, didn’t he? I check myself for my birth control ring.
It’s gone.
Dr. Kincaid removed it.
That’s what he pocketed.
And the worst part is… I can’t find any reason to care.
Hurt Like the Devil
Frankie
I take a nap after breakfast,falling asleep with wet hair and a full stomach. My alarm goes off at half eleven, and even though I only got a couple of hours of sleep, I feel well rested and content. My body, on the other hand…
Groaning with each step, I walk into the shared bathroom and take some ibuprofen. It feels like my vulva has been split in half, and everything from my neck to my legs is aching. Last night it felt good, but today…
There’s also a dark bruise around my neck.
I quickly cover it up with makeup. I didn’t bring a turtleneck, so it’s my only option.
Dressing myself in a cream-colored soft-knit pencil skirt, a white tank top, and a matching cardigan feels nice against my bruised and achy skin. I complete the outfit with tan-colored booties, and keep my hair down and wavy as well as my makeup minimal. Once I’m done, I walk back to my toiletry bag and pull out a new birth control ring.
I try and travel with an extra one in case it falls out—not that I was planning on having sex on this trip. But as I look at the foil packet, I don’t let myself overthink it.
He’s the one who took it out—against my will, mind you. Yes, he may have been asleep—but he’s a smart man. Once he discovers the ring in his pocket, he’ll know exactly what he’s done.
