Page 33 of Bound to the EMT

I look down at my bride, a feral grin easing across my lips as I watch her tremble there in just her bra and panties. Such sensible pieces of underwear for such an alluring omega. Dropping my lips to her stomach, I kiss a path down until I reach the top of her mound.

Emmeline freezes as I drag the scrap of clothing from her body and drop it onto the floor to join the scraps of lace and silk. “Such a pretty pussy,” I murmur, sliding my thumbs alongside her lower lips, spreading her open to my hungry gaze. “How I’ve missed you.”

Before she can demand that I stop, I lower my lips down to her core and kiss the delicate skin, earning a strangled gasp from my virginal bride. She squirms as if she’ll escape me, but that’s not going to happen. Wedging my shoulders between her thighs, I watch as slick gathers at her entrance and drips down onto my bed.

“So fucking wet,” I groan, sliding my fingers over her damp flesh. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Fuck the supplies. I’m going to give you a thorough examination right here. Right now.”

I pull from her body and head over to my closet. It takes mere moments to gather my rope and safety sheers. When I turn back, Emmeline stares at me from between her splayed thighs, her eyes darkening with every passing moment. A possessive growl ripples through my throat as I toss the rope onto her stomach.

Even though I know she wants me to force her, to force this, I need her to understand the enormity of her actions. Come tomorrow, she can’t wake up and regret whatever it is we do in this room, because I sure as hell won’t. Her body shudders as she squirms about, rubbing her thighs together like a cat in heat.

“Talk to me, Princess. Where’s your head right now?”

“Please,” she whimpers. “I- it hurts. Everything hurts.”

Concern douses me like water on a fire. Rushing to her side, I cradle her face in my hands. “What hurts, sweetie? Where?”

“I... I... Down there. Between my thighs.”

“Explain.” My gaze scans her body, looking for any sign of injury.

“I can’t,” she wails. “The ache. Just please. Either fix it or let me.”

A smile eases across my face as understanding finally dawns. “Poor, aroused, little thing. You want me to get you off? You want me to make the ache go away?”

“P- please. I can’t bear it!”

“That’s all I need to hear, sweetheart.” With a large grin, I rise and gather the rope back into my hands. “Because once I tie you up, there’s no going back. We’re not leaving this room until you’re my wife in name as well as deed.”