“How’d you know to do that?” I shift in the chair, unable to get comfortable. Everything has felt sore since leaving the guys an hour ago, but it feels like it’s getting worse.
“My mom’s a lawyer,” Foster answers. Yet another tidbit of insight into the burly bodyguard.
The woman at the front desk gives us a stack of forms to fill out and tells us they’ll call us back soon in broken English. This isn’t the kind of place tourists come to, so the forms are all in Italian, and Foster has to help me fill them out. It gets a little embarrassing when I have to tell him the date of my last period and heat cycle, but he stays as professional as ever.
“Raven Novak,” a woman in white scrubs calls with a heavy accent.
She leads us into a little room and says something in rapid Italian. Foster replies in the foreign language, smooth, but much slower. Then she leaves.
“What did she say?” I ask. My joints throb as I climb onto the table. I lay down on my back, too tired to sit up. A low cramp twists my insides, and I reflexively pull my knees into my chest before I realize I’m wearing a skirt.
Foster curses, and I try to straighten my legs back out, but another shot of pain has me curling into an even tighter ball, the movement accompanied by a desperate whimper.
Foster immediately responds, moving to the foot of the bed. He rests his warm hands reassuringly on my bent knees. My skirt’s fallen all the way to my waist, exposing everything. But I can’t bring myself to care.With his hands on me, I feel better. Warmer, but better.
Foster glances down, staring between my legs at the inevitable wet patch on my panties. “She said the doctor stepped out for a house call and isn’t back yet. She thought we’d be more comfortable waiting in here.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable again.” The fluorescent lights are too bright. And nothing smells right in here. It doesn’t smell like anything at all. There’s no spicy chai or sweet butterscotch. The fresh sting of snow is missing as well as the nutty sweetness of pistachios, cherries, and white chocolate.
“That’s just the bonding sickness talking,” Foster says, his palms moving up and down my shins.
“No… it’s… ahhh.” Another cramp tangles my insides. Empty. So empty. Sweat beads on my brow, and my most sensitive areas pulse and flutter. My scent detonates, heavy and strong and unmistakable.
Foster’s eyes widen, his nostrils flaring as he picks up the scent of my arousal. “Are you having a heat spike?”
I nod, certain that’s what’s happening, though this one has come on so much faster than last time. I don’t feel as lost to the sensations though. My head is clear, but I’m not sure how much longer that will last.
“Help me, alpha,” I whine, squirming against Foster’s hold. The sterile room feels all wrong, but something about that makes my blood pump a little faster. The authority Foster always exudes feels even stronger right now. His alpha dominance rolls over me like a drug, like the medicine I need. An idea pops into my head, and I add, “Please, doctor.”
Foster falters for a moment, then presses more of his weight into my legs. I silently beg him to play along. Something about role playing makes this feel safer. Like maybe for a moment we can give into whatever this is between us, if we aren’t ourselves, if we pretend.
I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’ll do.
“Mmm, should I give you a thorough examination, omega?” He leans over me with a cocky smirk.
“Not thorough,” I glance at the unlocked door, “fast.”
Foster growls, tugging my panties to the side and sliding one finger straight into my heat without any preamble. There’s no resistance, and it’s not nearly enough.
“Such a needy patient, aren’t you? Such a bad girl getting so wet for your doctor.” He curls his finger and rubs in a way that has me biting my cheek to keep from screaming. “Hmm, just as I suspected. The patient responds perfectly to stimulation.” Keeping his finger deep, he taps it repeatedly against my upper wall. It’s almost too much. I gasp, wiggling. “Stop squirming, Miss Novak. I won’t be able to diagnose you if I can’t properly test you.” He inserts a second finger, followed immediately by a third.
I’m stretched so full, but it’s still not enough. I try to rip off my shirt, but Foster pins my hands above my head, using his body weight to keep my bent legs trapped against my belly while he fingers me roughly. Finally.
“Y-yes,” I moan.
He pulls his fingers all the way out, rubbing circles over my clit before sinking back in to give the same attention inside. He alternates with perfect speed and consistent pressure, driving me higher and higher until I can barely focus on the dirty words pouring from his mouth, still incharacter, no longer my bodyguard, but now something even more taboo.
“Stay still, Miss Novak, or I’ll be forced to tie you down so I can finish my treatment,” Foster growls.
My pussy clenches around his fingers and a burst of slick leaks out of me. A wicked smile tips up my alpha’s lips. “Oh,principessa, did you like that idea? Do you want me to find my ropes, bind you up, make pretty patterns across this pale skin?”
The only thing I can manage is a moan and some semblance of a nod. “Mmm, you’d look so pretty on your knees, arms bound behind you as I fuck your pretty mouth. Or maybe I’ll bind your thighs so they’re spread open for me to devour. You wouldn’t be able to do anything as I make you come over and over and over…”
Foster’s thumb brushes over my clit as his three fingers aggressively rub my g-spot.
“Y-yes,” I gasp. “I want that.”
Foster nips my earlobe. “Next time. Maybe during your heat?”
