Page 7 of Bound to the EMT

Her fingers clench into fists as she walks back over to the window. Anxiety rolls off of her in waves, tempting me to give her some ketamine so she’ll calm the fuck down. “I need you to talk to me, Emmeline. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. Why did you call emergency services?”

“God, if the reporters see,” she mutters under her breath as she paces. “My mother will kill me. She’ll literally kill me. The last thing they need is a scandal. I can’t. I just can’t.”

I stride over to her and wrap my fingers around her arms, stopping her mid-pace. “Are you a junkie? Is that what this is about?”

Her eyes widen as if I’ve just cursed her grandmother to her face. “Somehow, I think that would be better. It’s acceptable for rich brats to end up in rehab. Oh, god. Why couldn’t this have been drug related?”

Physically, she looks fine. There are no obvious cuts or scrapes. No blood that I can see. But until I sit her down and actually take her vitals, or god forbid, have her tell me what’s actually wrong, I can’t, in good conscience, ask the others to leave.

“Then why did you call EMS?”

“It was an accident,” she wails. “I thought- I thought-” Hiccups interrupt her words, but she swallows and continues. “I was too embarrassed. I hung up.”

“And when they tried to call you back?”

“It was still too embarrassing. I- I don’t know what to do, okay? I panicked. I never called EMS before. I never had to.”

“Give me something, sweetheart. I can’t make them leave until you tell me what’s happening.”

“I-” her face goes red, almost the exact shade of a ripe strawberry, just perfect for plucking. At first, I worry she’s not going to tell me, but then her lips part as she wets her bottom lip with her tongue. “It’s stuck.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I go on high alert again. “What’s stuck? Where?”

“My- My- Oh God,” she cries. “This is so mortifying. I put a- a- plug up my bottom, and it won’t come out. Please. I can’t have this humiliation go public. I need you to help me. But without an audience. Please.”

Far different emotions swirl through me as I watch the omega lose it. A butt plug up the ass. Well, isn’t that quite a pickle? Unfortunately, my cock thinks the idea of seeing her bent over, a shiny gem winking up at me, isn’t the worst thing to look at. Lucky for me, she doesn’t seem to notice as my pants begin to tighten.

“In you, in you? Like it went all the way into your rectum? Did it have a flared base?”

She looks at me, bewilderment etched in every frantic line of her face. “I don’t know what that means. Please. Can you help me?”

“Let me see.”

“What?” She cries out, hysteria lacing her tone.

“I need to assess the damage.”

“But... But you can’t.”

Confusion flits through my brain as I watch her glance about. “How else did you think I was going to help you?”

“I don’t know. Talk me through it? Tell me how to get it out of me?”

“If it’s up your anus, I’ll need to take you to the hospital so they can surgically remove it.”

“What?” she screeches, stepping back from me. “That’s even worse. There will be forms, my parents will be notified. No. That can’t happen. You have to find another way.”

“Right now, I don’t even know what way there is to go unless you show me.”

Her face deepens in color as she grips the sides of her pants. “Please. You don’t need the rest of them here, do you? Not to look at it. Please, oh please,” she begs, making me wish she was pleading with me for something far more sexual. “Just help me.”