Page 70 of At His Beck & Call

“And he’s doing okay?”

“Yes.”

There’s a long pause. Oliver rises from his casual position against the desk and stands at his full height, stepping up to me, too close, and curling a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Do you…”

He trails off, his eyes never leaving my face until suddenly both his hands come up to grip my head. It’s not hard, but firm, as if he doesn’t want to let me go.

I stare up at him, bewildered by what he wants, until he pushes his hips against mine, and I feel how hard he is again already.

“Do you have to leave right now?” he whispers.

He backs me up against the wall again, pressing his dick into me, and I gasp, melting into him.This is what I wanted.I wasn’t done.

“Do you want more?” he asks.

“Yes,” I murmur, and I watch his right hand as he reaches to the shelf to the right of me. He picks up one of the ornaments, thicker and wider than the others we’ve used.

“I’m going to put this inside you until you come,” he says, his voice so low and deep it reverberates down my spine. “I’m going to make you beg for it, and then I’m going to fuck your throat.”

A whimper breaks free as he pushes the toy against my bottom lip.

“How does that sound, Lissa?”

I nod as he pushes the toy into my mouth, my tongue meeting the cold metal as his other hand slides down between my legs.

I groan as he hooks his fingers against me, brushing against my clit as the toy pushes deeper into my mouth. I close my eyes.

“I plan to use the whole hour today,” he breathes. “Every single second.”

When I get to the hospital, it’s almost six-thirty. My body is calm and relaxed after the second round of sex.

The toy had been beyond anything I’d experienced before. Once it was fully inside me, he twisted the end without warning me, and delicious vibrations moved through me until I was writhing beneath him with every pulse.

I cametwicemore before he would let me leave, and my throat aches pleasantly from the deep blow job.

He fucked me with the toy again right after, seeming almost desperate as he kissed me hard throughout it all. I hadn’t thought I had another orgasm in me, but he proved me wrong.

When I reach the room, Anne is sitting beside Henry’s bed. He’s sleeping, as he was when I left, and my heart clenches at the thought that he must have woken up without me there.

Anne turns from her vigil with a friendly smile and, with difficulty, rises, grabbing her walker as I move forward to help her.

“He’s been such a little trooper,” she says fondly. “The nurses love him. They came in earlier today and gave him some ice chips, which he asked lots of questions about. He gave several to me, too, which helped cool down my tea.”

“Has the doctor been by?”

“She has. She seemed pleased but didn’t talk to me much. I’m not a relative after all, but she said she would call you.”

I nod. “She did. Left me a voicemail. They’re hoping to remove his catheter tomorrow, so I’m going to stay for that. Thank you so much for being with him.”

“You’re welcome. It was lovely to have him for company, and I read him lots of stories. He slept a lot, which the nurses assure me is a very good thing and exactly what he should be doing.”

“Did he eat okay? I know he doesn’t love the food here.”

“He did just fine, dear. The nurse brought him soup and some toast. And they also gave him some strawberry Jell-O, which he loved.”

It’s only then that I glance at the other chair in the room and see the expensive-looking teddy bear and a bunch of balloons.