Freak - A Dark Medical Romance

“Making you beg is just one of the things I intend to do to you,” he smirks sexily. “You’ve got a spoiled streak, Electra. It would be good for you to beg a little.”

“Mean,” I whimper.

“Not mean, just teaching you what you need to learn,” he says, rubbing me gently. “You are soaked.”

“Because you keep denying me, what I need.”

“Do I?” He makes a soft little sound of pseudo sympathy. “Are you not getting everything you want right away? Spoiled little brat.”

The edge is taken off his censure by the way he strokes me, his fingers caressing along my lips, occasionally dabbing over my clit ever so lightly. The sensations he is creating are growing, swirling, combining, making me tight and hot and wet and I can barely stand it, but I have to, because I know if I do what I want to do and try to make him fuck me – he won’t.

This is all happening on the doctor’s terms. I have to be good for him, spread my thighs and hope he gives me what I didn’t know I had been craving for a very long time.

“Good girl,” he praises, parting my lower lips with his fingers, toying with my pussy like a cat with a mouse, except this mouse wants to be eaten. I want him to claim me, consume me. I want him to make these tingles of pleasure surge over me until there is nothing left.

“Please,” I whimper. “I need you.”

Tom rises over me, his muscular body covering mine. He is so different. Hard where I am soft. Furred, where I am smooth. I reach up and curl my fingers in the pelt of his chest hair, using my grip to pull him down for a desperately passionate kiss.

“Please…”

Tom

She’s begging for my cock, and I cannot resist her. Her beautiful wet, virginal pussy is spread beneath me, I can feel her wetness spreading over me every time she humps up toward me, grinding her sex against my hardness. There isn’t a man alive who could resist this kind of invitation, and even though there’s a small voice somewhere in the depths of my mind which says I should be resisting, everything else says yes.

Do this. Take her. She’s yours

I look into her eyes and I see a yearning I’ve never seen before in the eyes of any woman I’ve been with. She has an appetite for me which touches me somewhere in my soul. She doesn’t just want my dick, though she wants that bad. She wants me. She needs me inside her, and I know denying her that would be cruelty beyond cruelty.

Electra

“You,” he says, his lips against mine, scratching the rough parts of his beard over my skin. “Are very special to me. You are worth more than you can imagine, and this is something we will share forever.”

I feel him arch back, and then the head of his cock presses against the entrance of my body. I spread around him, my sex opening to him. My body knows exactly how to claim a cock, and I feel my hips aligning with his so he slides inside me, finds the tight painful spot where my body is not quite prepared. There’s a moment of tearing, loss, and then that pain gives way to a feeling of fullness and completion. The doctor is in.

Tom holds himself there, keeping his eyes on my face, watching my every reaction. “Are you alright?”

I nod quickly, breathlessly. I can feel his pubic bone pressing against my clit and I can feel my body gripping him tight. I want him with every part of my flesh and all my soul. My thighs wrap around his back as he starts a slow surging motion, rolling against me, filling me and then withdrawing again, giving me all his flesh.

“Oh my god…” the gasp escapes me in a single breath.

“Are you okay?” He strokes my hair back from my head and looks at me with such tenderness and concern I feel myself almost start to cry. I love how he feels inside me. I love his cock stretching me open. It’s as if a void that has never been filled has suddenly been filled.

“Yes,” I moan. “Oh yes.”

He is being so careful with me. When he starts to move, there’s an ache down there, a loss and then a return. He is powerful and he is sensitive, and his cock feels so fucking amazing, except when he pulls free completely and then rubs the head of it over my clit, teasing that bud, leaving me empty, craving his return.

Tom rolls over and puts me up atop him. His big hands wrap around my waist and he holds me up, helping me rise up high enough for his cock to meet my pussy again, spear inside me with one long, slow thrust. It is different than being on my back, now I thrust myself down, reach below to support myself on the thick slabs of muscle which make up his chest and ride him slowly, letting my pussy adjust one stroke at a time.