Page 11 of Bound to the EMT

CHAPTER 5

EMMELINE

I glance over my shoulder as the sexy as sin EMT crouches behind me. Too close. Far too close. I can’t do this. I can’t see this. He can’t be here.

An Alpha like him in my room? I’d be locked up with no hope of escape. Forget school. Forget the girls I can convince myself are my friends. Forget life as I now know it.

“Please,” I whimper, my voice rasping and deep, nothing like I’m used to hearing it. “I- I can’t. You can’t.”

“Sure you can,” he coaxes, bringing my fingers up against my clit, as he calls it, again. “Just rub a little here. Nothing to it. Why, I bet you’re going to be a pro at this. You want this plug out, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I cry out. “More than anything.”

“Then get to stroking.”

“But I-”

With a huff, he sits back on his heels and looks at me. Disappointment lines his face. I know, because it’s the same look I see on Mother’s face nearly every day. Humiliation and sorrow beat at my chest as I shake my head.

Why can’t I do this? Why can’t I just do what he asks of me? Then he’ll be happy with me. I won’t have to feel the same recrimination I do day in and day out.

“The way I see it,” he grumbles, sliding off the gloves. “We have a few options. You may choose from any of them, but you will choose, and you will follow through. One, I pack you up and take you to the local ER. You’ll have to deal with forms, probably your parents being notified, and all that jazz.”

I shake my head as rapidly as my neck will allow, terror creeping up my throat at the very idea of my mother finding out.

“Two,” he continues, “You pleasure yourself so you can relax enough for me to take this plug out. Three, I give you a sedative to make you limp and compliant.”

“Oh! That sounds like a good option-”

The EMT holds up his hand, cutting me off. “I’m not sure how long it will sedate you for exactly. There’s always the risk you’ll still be under the effects when your servants get home.”

“Oh.”

“It’s still an option if you want me to have complete control.”

Is it me, or do his eyes darken as he watches me, waiting for my answer? An odd sensation claws up my spine, bringing more of that horrid arousal dripping from my body. As if in slow motion, I watch, helpless, as he looks down at my private area and smiles.

“Seems like you find that option intriguing.” He pulls a syringe from his pocket as his grin grows even larger.

“N- no. No I don’t.”

“Your body says otherwise.”

“Drat,” I mutter under my breath, shifting my hips. All it does is make the ache and arousal worse. “Are those my only options?”

“There’s one more.” With a dashing smirk, he leans around me until our faces are so close together, I swear he might kiss me. “I could always stroke your clit until you relax enough for me to get the plug out.” His grayish blue eyes darken again until they’re stormy. “Choice is yours, little omega. But make it quickly if you don’t want to get caught.”

Something akin to exhilaration flows through me as I study this stranger’s face. Can I really try things with this man and not get caught? Biting down on my lower lip, I glance over at the clock. Not much time. Even if I wanted to do it myself, it probably won’t work as quickly as it would from someone who knows what they’re doing.

And he certainly looks like he knows what he’s doing.

“And no one will ever know?”

“Not unless you tell them, Princess.”

The way he says princess this time is almost tender, as if he’s savoring the word instead of using it as a slur against me. Against my better judgment, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy, cared for, almost.

“Can you help me, then? I- I don’t think I’ll do a good enough job.”