Page 10 of Bound to the EMT

Instantly, anxiety pours off of her as her muscles tighten up. “This won’t do,” I tsk softly. “I’m not going to be able to get it out if you keep freaking out on me and clenching the very muscles I’m trying to get you to relax.”

“I’m trying. I swear I’m trying.”

“No. You’re overthinking. Try touching yourself. It might help get enough endorphins flowing that it will relax you back here.” Unconventional, to be sure, but right now, my head and my cock are not on proper speaking terms.

“Touch myself where?”

Stunned, I sit back on my heels. “You know. Touch yourself. Stroke your pussy.”

“I- I don’t have a cat. Mother is allergic.”

Pulling off my gloves, I climb off the bed and look Emmeline straight in the eyes. “This is a joke, isn’t it? You’re fucking with me.” Normally, I wouldn’t curse in front of such a lady, but the audacity of her response floors me.

“What? No. I’m not. I’d never lie about that. She’s deathly allergic.”

“Not a cat. Your vagina. Your clit.”

“Oh,” she cries out, her gaze widening. “I- I can’t do that. I’m only allowed to touch down there if I’m cleaning. Mother’s orders.”

I cross my arms, puzzled by her response. “And how the hell would she know?”

“It’s not her I worry about,” she wails. “Not really. It’s my Alpha husband. Whoever the Governing Body matches me with will know, and I won’t be a treasured wife.”

“Well, that’s a load of bullshit,” I spit out, anger swirling through me at the absolute gall of her mother. “Denying yourself pleasure is only making this worse. If you need permission, then take it from me, a medical professional.” Grabbing another glove, I slip it on and grab the anchor. “Now bring your fingers down in between your legs. I’ll guide you.”

Her soft sniffles grab my attention, and for a moment, I feel like the worst person in the world. “You promise she won’t know?”

“You have my word. I’ll never tell her. The only way she’ll know anything is if you say something. Now give me your hand.”

She slips it between her thighs, her fingers shaking as she reaches out for me. Before I can overthink and get too invested in her pleasure, I bring her hand up to her clit and start moving it around.

“Find what feels good for you. Every person is different in how they receive pleasure. Just touch yourself and breathe. That’s a good girl. Take a deep breath in for me. Just like that. And let it out. You’re doing so good for me. That’s it. Now stroke this pretty little pussy for me.”

Fuck. I’m already in too deep.