Page 37 of Bound to the EMT

Gritting my teeth, I drag the glove off of my hand and smack her pussy with it. Not hard. Not enough to actually cause her any real discomfort, but certainly enough to distract her. She looks at me from between her thighs, her mouth hanging open as her eyes shoot accusations my way.

“I told you, once you’re in my ropes, that’s it. You have no control over anything that’s happening to you. Even if it means smacking this pretty pussy until you relax your ass enough for me to get this plug in you.”

Again, her head falls back, and she stays silent. But then, what can she say? She knows I’m right. With small movements, I ease the plug into her. Since it’s so small, it slides in without much effort, allowing her ring to snap around the base.

“There now,” I tease, pulling off my other glove. “Was that so bad?”

Red eases over her cheeks as she averts her gaze from mine. “Certainly not as bad as the last time.”

“I should hope not. Now then, my delectable patient. It’s time I examine you properly.”

I slide a new pair of gloves on and snap them against my skin. It hurts to keep this barrier between us, but honestly, it’s the only thing allowing me to retain my sanity. If this were any other omega, I’d probably just fuck her and be done with it. But this isn’t any other omega.

This is my omega.

Walking over to my pack, I fiddle around with some stuff until I pull out what I need. That same syringe from when I first saw her sits in my hand as if we’ve come full circle. All of this will be so much more pleasant for her if she wasn’t so caught up in the anxiety of the act.

Fuck protocol. This stuff is harmless in its new, rendered form. All it will do is relax her enough to allow her first time to be gentle, easy, even if I’m not. I bring my scanner up to her hands and press it against her thumb. While waiting for the readout to happen, I check the tightness of the ropes, making sure it’s not cutting off circulation or causing nerve impingement.

“Seems as if you’ve been keeping well hydrated. All your levels look normal. Now then, shall I examine what’s causing you the most trouble? Something about a pesky hymen you wish to be rid of?”

Emmeline stares up at me with those large, innocent eyes of hers as she nods ever so slightly. My cock pulses behind my pants, but I don’t dare take them off. Not until I’m ready to mount her. Walking back over to the end of the bed, I squirt some more lube onto my fingers and drag them up and down her lower lips.

She moans and twitches as I tease her, taking her mind off of me, edging further and further down. Just like earlier, I ease a finger into her entrance, pausing just short of the bit of skin dividing her in two. Just a small, flimsy piece of skin, something that should have been broken just by her existing.

My heart aches for my little bride and I try to picture what sort of life she must have had. Certainly not the rough and tumble fun I was allowed to experience. Pushing those thoughts to the side, I push a little further, breaching her a bit more.

Just like with her ass, she tenses, everything tightening as her breathing races. Pulling out the syringe, I walk back over to her arm and flick the glass, making sure all air bubbles are out.

“You’ll thank me when I’m done.”

Her protests fall on deaf ears as I inject her with the sedative, but only enough to take the edge off. Not enough to knock her out. I watch her eyes as I count out the seconds in my head. From the few times I’ve used this on patients, it’s worked rather quickly.

Soon, her head bobs a bit as her eyes unfocus. Just how I want her. “That’s my good little princess. You relax now while I make you feel so fucking good.”

I lied the first time I offered it to her, banking on the assumption she was too innocent to know the truth. As quickly as this drug works, it’s out of the system just as fast. The window I have before she becomes hysterical is small.

Thankfully, I’m hard as a rock. That’s extra time I have to prepare her for my massive girth. Once more, I inch my finger in, pressing against the bit of skin, testing it as I massage her inner walls.

Instead of being scared like earlier, she moans for me, her soft voice crying out as I prepare her body for my invasion. Taking two fingers, I apply pressure to opposite sides of her opening, stretching her a bit. Her arousal perfumes the air as all traces of fear vanish.

She hangs in my ropes like a limp doll, perfect for defiling. Shoving my pants down, I palm my erection, letting her see just how hard I am, just how impossibly large I am compared to her small opening. A drunk, lopsided grin crosses her face, and in that moment, she’s never looked more beautiful.

A low growl rumbles from my chest as I climb onto the bed and notch the tip of my cock into her tight entrance. Her body ripples under my touch as I skim my hands over her, owning her, possessing her, claiming her as mine.

“Look at me, Emmeline. Watch me as you take every inch of my cock. I’m going to fuck you, then I’m going to knot you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop me. I will not be gentle. I will not be kind. I will own your body inside and out.” All it does is make her slick drip onto my cock as her arousal heightens even more.

I don’t go slow with her. I don’t give her a chance to rethink or even overthink. Hunching forward, I grip her ass cheek in my hand, holding her still as I force my way into her tight, tiny body. In one long, smooth stroke, I break through her innocence, making her mine.

Her mouth drops into an ‘O’, but nothing comes out. No screams, no moans, no whimpers. Nothing. It’s as if her mind and body are at war, not knowing or understanding what just happened. Once she’s out of her drugged haze, it will hit her. The enormity of our actions will no doubt weigh heavily on her mind.

But then, she didn’t do it. She was tied up and at my mercy. Blameless.

It all rests on my shoulders.

Her husband.

Her defiler.