“Well, I can see that. Most people buy a topper instead of doing it themselves.”
“I amquitethe angel.” I appreciated his sense of humor. Something I’d overlooked during our initial meeting since I’d been so lost in his eyes when he was eating my pussy like it was better than a gooey cinnamon roll on Christmas morning.
Oh, god. Stop thinking about his amazing lips. Focus and breathe.
“Keep breathing.”
“I promise that’s all I can do,” I deadpanned.
“I’m going to touch the base of it. Does this hurt?” Bram asked as he very lightly stroked the edge of the toy.
“No, it doesn’t hurt there.” Being in stirrups wasn’t fun on any given day, but being spread open for his scrutiny added another level of humiliation.
“Okay, I’m going to take these weird looking tongs to keep a hold of the base so that it doesn’t go any further.” He bit his lip as he concentrated and I looked up at the ceiling as if it would help thwart my embarrassment. “Do you know how many inches the toy is, Savannah?”
“Length or width?” I mumbled, trying not to think about his gloved fingers touching me intimately.
“Either one, sweetheart. Both if you know them.”
“I think it’s like four inches long? I’m sorry I don’t remember. Maybe three or four inches thick?”
“Very good, you’re doing so good. Keep still. Just like that.”
Everleigh rubbed my shoulders, gently as she tried to distract me. “Did you wind up going to Camille’s party? The ugly-sweater-themed one that you were talking about a few weeks ago? I know you weren’t sure if you’d actually drum up some holiday spirit or not.”
Oh, for the love of holiday cookies.Please ask me about anything else.
“Uh. I went,” I said without elaborating. I wasn’t going to explain that I’d hooked up with the hottest Daddy of my life and then promptly had a meltdown and never answered him. Or that that same hot Daddy was the doctor currently examining my asshole.
“Did you have fun?” she asked, oblivious to my growing discomfort.
Of course she had no way of knowing that I’d met Bram there. We were friendly but not friends, and we didn’t hang out outside of events at the clinic. “It was okay…”
“I’d been hoping that under the twinkling lights maybe you’d meet someone special. I know it’s cheesy, but I believe in Christmas miracles,” Everleigh said sweetly.
I loved the sweet nurse, truly, but if she didn’t stop talking I’d combust. “Well, I… may have looked extra cute that night. I didn’t mingle much. It was a very small intimate gathering. I sort of haunted the snacks.” I babbled on but gave away nothing about the most interesting part of the night. Meeting Bram.
“At least you went! I’m so proud of you,” Everleigh said as she continued to comfort me.
“I’m going to spread as much lubricant as I possibly can all around the toy,” Bram said, clearing his throat and drawing my attention to him. “Probably too much, but I’d rather have it slide out of its own accord rather than risk any damage.”
“Is that a shot?” I sat up a little more.
He held up the item in his free hand. “No needle, just a syringe base with a longer tip. It’s filled with lubricant, not medication. I filled a few since I’m not sure how much we will need yet.”
“Oh, that’s exceptionally smart.”
“You’d be surprised how creative I can get,” Bram said, chuckling as he looked down again. “I used to work in a veryrural emergency department. The amount of foreign bodies that I had to extract was more than you’d think.”
“Wait, this sort of thing happens a lot?” I couldn’t help but watch him as he studied the area in between my legs. He was concentrating and it made his jaw tick. The motion made me absolutely feral even with my current situation.
“Yes, more than you’d think. Okay, nice deep breaths. The gel will be cold.”
“Deep breaths. Got it. I can do that.”
“Why don’t you tell Everleigh about your party? It will give you something else to focus on.”
That was really not very nice. But then again, Everleigh had zero clue as to why I hadn’t offered up information about it. She adored Christmas and everything that went along with it.
