“I’m gonna come.” She said the words as if they were a question. He’d barely touched her. It was hardly more than simple contact. Yet, she was literally a few tiny circles on her clit from humping the table and begging him to fuck her.
“So delicious,” he whispered as he pulled the thermometer from her ass. “A perfect temperature, Mrs. Smythe. Utterly perfect. Let me just note this in your file.”
Then his hands were gone, but his touch wasn’t completely absent somehow. It was almost as if a ghost touch was still there taunting her, seducing her.
With her head to the side, Aslan whimpered as she watched him take her file off the counter and unhook a pen at the top to make a note. He glanced at her paperwork, scowled, flipped to a second page, stared at it again and then flipped everything back. “It seems something is missing.”
“What?” Aslan queried.
“A urine sample. Did the nurse not ask you to leave one before she brought you in here?” His gaze bored into hers and she couldn’t speak.
All she could do was shake her head.
“So hard to find good help these days. No worries.” He set her chart on the counter again and turned around. Opening doors on the cabinets above, he removed several bins and then pushed them back into place. “Ah, here we go.” He pulled a white tray down and pulled something out in a clear and white wrapper. “Since you’re already here and not exactly dressed to walk back in the hall, I’d hate to have to stop the exam for something so simple.” He grabbed a clear plastic cup with a green lid from another cabinet and wrote something on it. Closing the cabinet doors, he turned around to move back behind her.
The entire room was still hazy all around her, but not him. Not what he carried.
“Is that a catheter?” she breathed out. Air moved in and out of her lungs as if she were right on the verge of coming again. It was almost as if he’d never stopped touching her. Her nipples beaded harder beneath her and she worked her hips as her clit jumped beneath his phantom touch.
“It most certainly is. No need to worry. This won’t hurt a bit.” He took a seat on the stool again behind her and moved closer once again.
She wanted to watch him. She needed to get up on her elbows and stare at him as he penetrated her fourth hole, but she couldn’t move. Couldn’t even budge when she tried to lift her head.
Paper and plastic separated as he ripped opened the package holding the thin plastic tube.
“Oh, God,” she praised as he slid two fingers down the lips of her sex. He separated her sensitive labia to expose her pee hole to him, brushing against her clit again.
“Such a good girl,” he told her.
The tip of the catheter touched the opening and her orgasm swallowed her whole.
Her eyelids slammed shut and she shouted.
“Aslan, fuck. Just fuck. I’m gonna come so hard. Aslan…” Zeke growled in her ear.
Awareness catapulted her into the here and now in less than a couple seconds as she continued to come.
In their room, in their bed, Zeke was on top of her, pressing her into the mattress.
She was on her stomach, grabbing two of the iron rods on their headboard.
Zeke was buried deep inside her pussy, fucking her hard. He had a hand in her hair, holding her in place and a hand beneath her with his fingers strumming her clit.
She cursed long and low as he wrung more and more pleasure from her shuddering nubbin. Her feet were wrapped over his calves as he thrust into her greedy sex again and again.
“So dirty, Aslan. Your pussy is dripping all over my fingers. Letting me examine you in your dreams. Your holes at my disposal. Fuck. I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum. Are you ready for it? Fuck,” he groaned and thankfully, he didn’t wait for an answer.
He shoved in balls deep and came.
Aslan jerked when the first jet of cum shot from the end of his cock. Unable to stop, she humped his fingers trapped beneath her.
In short prods, he continued to fill her sex as he rubbed her clit with tight little strokes.
Pleasure rolled through her body in waves and she giggled in the dark beneath the man of her dreams.
“Fuck, I love it when you giggle after you come.” For a few more strokes, he stayed buried inside her and he rested his forehead down on the side of her head at her temple. He finally released his grip on her hair.
“I was having the sexiest dream,” she mumbled, as it began to fade back into her deep subconscious.
He kissed her cheek. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.” He pulled out of her and they both groaned. “Lemme get you cleaned up.”
“Just stay.” Aslan tried to pull him back but she had no strength. He’d completely fucked it out of her.
Zeke chuckled. “I don’t think you know how wet you were. ‘Wet spot’ will have a new meaning if I don’t clean you up a bit.” He yawned on the way to the bathroom.
Aslan caught the yawn and then asked, “What time is it?”
“Almost three,” he answered on the way back to bed. With a washrag, he cleaned her up.
Shifting her legs to give him more room, she inhaled. “The bed is soaked.”
“I know.” He said it as if he were the king of the world.
“Seriously.” Reaching down, she ran her fingers over the sheet. “Did I pee the bed?”
“Nope.” Confidence dripped from the simple word. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He moved back to the bathroom and came back with a towel. “Lift up your hips.”
“I don’t know if I can, after coming that hard.” She struggled but he helped get the towel beneath her so she didn’t have to sleep in the wet spot. “What happened?” The dream had already faded to where she couldn’t think of many specifics at all. “Something about a doctor’s office.”
Climbing back in bed he covered both of them up and pulled her close. “You were having the most vivid dream. Talking in your sleep even. So dirty. Do you remember it?” He yawned and settled against her again. They both still twitched from coming so hard.
Aslan tried to concentrate but sexual satisfaction settled in her brain and quickly pulled her back toward sleep. “No. Nothing really. Wish I could remember.” She yawned again and completely relaxed. “Whatever it was, it sure was hot.”
As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard him say, “A medical fetish. Who knew you had a medical fetish?”
But by the time she woke up the next morning she’d all but forgotten.
Chapter Three
It had been one hell of a long week.
Less on the glad-it’s-over region and more into the fucktard category.
Aslan stretched her neck as she drove the last few miles home. Bleary eyes from jetlag aside, she missed Zeke something fierce.
An airline strike had caused most of the issues. Something they’d never run into before. They traveled extensively. Either her or Zeke had been flying once a week for months, with the end of the next cruise ship growing closer and contract renewals needed on some of their largest ports.
Their ships went everywhere.
Dozens of different countries. If issues arose, they needed to be able to hop on a plane and take care of them immediately. Face-to-face meetings were almost always the only things holding tenuous international contracts together.
This time it had been Morocco. She’d had a feeling several weeks prior that things were falling apart, which would have been a huge blow to their cruise line.
With great food, friendly people and a mecca for all things colorful in the arts and culture, Morocco wasn’t just a place they took people. It was a destination they loved. The contract hitting the crapper wasn’t something they could just swallow and go about their business. It meant something to them. More than just a line item on a balance sheet.
It was a highly sought-after port and normally very easy to get to.
“Normally” wasn’t “always”, though and not getting across the
pond to negotiate in person could have cost their line millions in lost revenue.
So what had they done?
They bought their own private jet.
Something they’d been talking about doing for a couple years, but the numbers just hadn’t made it worth their while. Until this week.
Salvaging the wavering contract with the Prime Minister of Morocco had fallen to Aslan, since she dealt with most of their foreign contacts. The week of discussions had been trying and frustrating, especially since she had to have a translator with her for all of the negotiations. Learning to speak Arabic and French had been on her to-do list for a while but she just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
Honor is one of the biggest values held dear to the Moroccan people, all the way up to the king, who she’d seen in passing a few times during the week.
Certain assurances given in private could mean less the dirt on the artwork inside the parliament. But if someone agreed to something in the presence of others, you could consider it as good as gold. A fact she’d learned long ago, which was one more reason to have a translator with her she trusted.
The meetings were long and trying but she’d secured Morocco as one of their premier African ports for the next five years. The longest contract they’d had to date.
Success bubbled in her veins as she turned down the last street before she got home. She’d spoken with Zeke every day, but it wasn’t nearly the same as being with him all day.
“Aching” for him barely touched the surface.
Quite a few other vehicles passed her as she moved closer to home. Closer to her husband.
Aslan glanced at the clock, trying to remember which time zone she was in.
Nine-thirty at night. Eastern.
“What’s with all the traffic?” she asked out loud. No one could hear her but whatever.
Car after truck after SUV filed past her. It was just odd. And it almost seemed as if they were coming from…her house.
Several of the vehicles seemed familiar too.
Oh. Work people. Maybe? Zeke was probably having some testosterone-fueled, rugby-watching party. Interesting sport. It was a full-contact, take-down sport with minimal padding and lots of aggression. Good times.
Odd he didn’t mention it on the phone when she called him during the flight.
Pulling into the driveway, as the last two vehicles drove away, made her even that much more suspicious something else was going on.
One of the vehicles was full of some of the metal fabrication guys.
And the other?
A couple of the design women from the ship’s interior departments.
Huh?
But something they all had in common?
Shit-eating grins on their faces as they passed her, and several of them waved as they drove away.
Huh?
In the garage, after she’d closed the overhead door, she hauled her tired self out of the vehicle and grabbed her purse.
The door opened at the far corner of the large space and Aslan’s fatigue melted away.
“Zeke.”
“Fuck, I missed you.”
There he stood with a towel wrapped around his lean hips.
Leaving her luggage in the back, she moved toward him and he lifted her up into his arms.
His mouth was on hers and her hands were in his wet hair.
The taste of his possession jolted through her system and she sighed against his lips. “Missed you so bad.” Droplets of water still clung to his shoulders. “Quick shower?”
His grin spoke volumes and his sly “Mmhmm.” made her even more curious.
“And people from work were leaving from here?”
“A few.” And the smirk definitely hadn’t faded.
Aslan’s eyebrows dipped low. “Care to tell me what’s going on, husband of mine?”
“No.” There was no heat to his words. Nothing but a fair amount of kid-in-a-candy-store glee.
“No?” she said in the form of a question. “No?” she asked again about an octave higher. “But I’m so curious now. Can I have a little hint?”
He let her slide down his body and he kissed her again. “”Let me get your luggage and you can take a load off on the couch.”
Another yawn assailed her and she tried to shake it off. “I already have shoes on. Why don’t you just let me grab it?”
He growled at her and stepped through the doorway into the garage.
“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you growl?” she called over her shoulder as she put her purse down and headed toward the living room.
Nothing looked out of place when she glanced around, which kicked her curiosity into high gear.
“A few times,” he told her a second before he kicked the door closed.
The suitcase rolling down the hall made her even happier to not be traveling anymore. Only thing better than getting to see the world was having a house and wonderful man to come home to.
Zeke walked back down the hall as she fell face-first onto the couch.
He scooped her up and resettled them both on the soft cushions, with Aslan in his lap.
Burying her nose in his neck, she inhaled his scent. “Missed you.” Another yawn interrupted her. “And I’m tired.”
“How about I put you into a bath and then into bed?”
“How about you tell me what you’re avoiding talking about? What have you been up to, Mr. Sneaky?”
“It’s a surprise.” He touched his nose to hers and then stared down at her.
Aslan grinned. “Anything like my last surprise, down in the engine room? Is Claudia here somewhere?” She peaked over his shoulder and looked around the room.
Laughing, he held her close. “No Claudia for this surprise but it is definitely kinky in nature.”
“Hmmmm,” Aslan puzzled.
“What?”
“It’s my turn for a fantasy, even though the last fantasy was kind of mine, too.”
“Nope. Seeing you with another woman was one-hundred percent mine.”
“Then why are you doing another one?” Aslan shrugged. “I’m not against the idea, since I really didn’t have anything in mind, but I’m just curious. And why are you smiling like that?” Another yawn. She really wasn’t going to last long.
“This is absolutely your fantasy.”
“But I didn’t ask for anything.”
“Not in so many words, you didn’t, but it’s definitely yours. Well. Part of it started off as completely yours. Something we’d never talked about before so I didn’t even know it was a blip on your radar. But the rest of the surprise is very, very much ours. Something we can use over and over again.”
“Hmm. I sure like the sound of all of that. And when are you going to tell me all about this secret fantasy of mine?” No matter how tired she was, when Zeke’s cock jerked beneath her backside, her everything took notice.
“Tomorrow, I’ll have everything ready.”
“When tomorrow?”
“In the afternoon, maybe. If not, tomorrow night. I want to make sure you’ve slept and are completely rested because I plan to use you quite thoroughly.”
“That sounds…delicious.”
“Yes, you are.” He stood with her in his embrace and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I love it when you carry me. You make me feel tiny.”
“That’s because you are tiny.” Walking through the house, he headed toward their bedroom and passed by one of the guest rooms.
“Uhh…” she started and everything else died in her throat. Excitement tingled along her spine, landing in the pit of her stomach.
“Yes?” He raised his eyebrows and acted all nonchalant as he moved past the door marked with caution tape.
“What’s behind that door?”
“Something you’re going to cream over. Tomorrow.”
“Things are already quite creamy.”
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n their bedroom, he kept walking until he stepped into the bathroom. Kissing her forehead, he gave her a look that meant business. “Promise me you’ll stay out of there until I bring you in to have my way with you.” His face changed. Softened. Hardened. Something. “It’s important and I want it to be perfect for you.”
Aslan cupped his jaw. Stubble. Mmm. She met his gaze. “I promise. Cross my heart and everything. Anything important enough to give you that look on your face is worth me being antsy for a few hours. And I’m already dying from curiosity.”
He kissed her lips. Sipping at them, he took her mouth in a kiss that heated her blood until she sighed. “Let’s get you to bed. You look like you’re about ready to fall asleep. Bath? Shower?”
“Neither, actually.” They both started pulling off her clothes. “I showered on the plane, just because I could.”
“Awesome. End of the flight was good after we spoke? No issues with customs or anything?”
Another yawn. “All was perfect. I really don’t know why it took us so long to do this. I know it was expensive, but we can do a lot with it. A lot.”
“You’re such a rockstar.”
“Me? Why me? I just did what we needed done so we stay on schedule.”
“You can do anything you put your mind to. You literally just flew in our new private jet to lock in a five-year contract with the Prime Minister of Morocco. All in a language you don’t speak, in a mostly male-dominated country. I repeat. You. Are. A. Rockstar.”
Her last piece of clothing hit the floor and Aslan yanked the edge of Zeke’s towel until it hit the ground. “Oops.” She smiled and he raised an eyebrow. “Well, when you say it that way it seems like a lot.” Her hand circled Zeke’s hard shaft and he hissed. “Miss me?” Unable to stop yawning, she covered her mouth with her free hand.
“More than I can say.” He pulled her hand free. “Don’t pout. You get ready for bed.” He snagged the towel and her clothes off the floor and headed for the closet. “I have to go check on one thing and then I’ll meet you in bed.”
“It’s a date.” Yes, she watched him go. No, she didn’t think she was dreaming, but she pinched her arm just to make sure. “So lucky.” She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and grimaced. Guess she didn’t have to ask if she looked as tired as she felt.
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