“Suck me," he directs.

I open my mouth over the tip of him and he grabs the back of my head and shoves himself in farther. Winding his hand into my hair, he fucks my mouth, sliding my head over his shaft and directing me when he wants additional suction or tongue before yanking me off with a pop.

"There's an ACE bandage in my medicine cabinet. Go get it."

I return from the bathroom with the bandage roll and he holds out his hand. I drop the roll in his hand and wonder where he's going with this. I bite my bottom lip to hide my grin.

"You're way too confident for someone about to get their ass reamed."

The grin threatening to pull at my cheeks dissipates.

He unwinds one end of the bandage and wraps it around the opposite hand before pulling it taut. "I should gag you. I should fuck your ass with you bound and gagged with no way to say no."

I swallow, but I don't respond or move.

"But that would be a punishment for me, not you, because I like to hear you. I like to hear that little whimper you make when I stretch your pussy open and again when I bottom out against your cervix." He trails a fingertip along the shell of my ear and I do my best to stay still and listen without dissolving into a puddle of need on the spot. "Because after that whimper you always say, 'More, Luke. More, more, more.' I don't think you even know you're saying it."

He's right. I didn't.

"So I can't gag you."

"No," I agree. "That wouldn't be fun."

"On the bed, head on a pillow."

I scramble onto the bed, lie on my back and wait. Luke moves onto the bed and spreads my thighs so he's kneeling between them, then raises my right leg and wraps the bandage several times around my bent knee before attaching the bandage to the headboard. My leg is now raised at a ninety-degree angle. He repeats the configuration on my left knee and then props two pillows beneath my butt.

"Hold onto the headboard," he instructs and I reach over my head to grasp a wooden slat with both hands. "If you move your hands I'll stop before you come. Understand?"

I nod. I'm on my back with my knees up and spread, the position not much different from the time I was spread out on Luke's exam table. He grabs the lube and drips it directly onto my skin, then rims the opening with the tip of a finger. The lube is cool against my skin. His swirling finger on the sensitive tissue is making my pussy throb. He pushes a single finger into my ass and starts the process of stretching me again.

"You like my finger in your ass, don't you?"

"You're so dirty." He's making me crazy with his filthy mouth.

"You love it."

"I love you," I reply. I love the look in his eyes when I say it.

"I love you all trussed up like this. I can do whatever I want to you." He palms my breast with his other hand and then rolls the nipple between his finger and thumb then twists as he slides another finger inside of me. "You look obscene. Your sweet little backside is stretched around my fingers. Your pussy is so wet it's dripping. I'm almost sad I'm not fucking your cunt, but I can't wait any longer to see your ass stretched around my dick."

My hands twitch on the headboard. I want to touch him so badly. I want him to shove it in and lean over me so I can run my hands up and down his chest. I don't know where he finds the time to keep himself in the shape he does, but I can't get enough of his body.

He withdraws his fingers and, leaning forward, places a hand on the headboard above me to brace himself. "Hold out your hand," he says as he flips the cap on the lube.

I drop one of my hands from the headboard and hold it out, palm up. He pours a generous amount of lube into my waiting hand. "Lube my dick, Sophie."

I grasp him with my slick hand, running the lube up and down the length of him, then slide my palm across the tip.

"Better do a good job. I'm not stopping this time until my dick is buried in your ass."

My pussy clenches and I examine the penis in my hand. It's way bigger than two of his fingers. "More lube, please." I hold up my palm.

Luke smirks as he flips the lid again. I coat him liberally and place my hand back on the headboard as he places himself against me. I hold my breath and clench involuntarily.

"Relax, babe. Breathe." Luke places his thumb on my clit. "You're so beautiful. I love seeing you like this, spread out below me, filled with me." He's rubbing firmly with his thumb as he pops the head of his penis past my resistance point. I moan—I can't not as I briefly close my eyes against the burn. It hurts, but I want to watch him.

"Look at you," he breathes, eyes fixed on our joined bodies. "You look so perfect stretched around my cock, you filthy girl. Next weekend I'm going to dress you up in couture and parade you in front of my colleagues, but I'll be thinking about my cock buried in your ass the entire time. I'll be thinking about how graceful and lovely you are in public and what a dirty hussy you are in private." He slides in further. The burn feels good now that he's past the initial push. It feels so wrong, but right at the same time. The pressure is crazy intense and I feel so kinky. I clench again and Luke stops thumbing my clit to rim my pussy with his fingertip. "You dirty gorgeous girl, you're loving my cock in your ass so much your pussy is leaking."

"Luke, my clit. Please, please, please," I beg.

He laughs. "You do it. Go ahead, you can move your hands to touch yourself."

I'm only too happy with those instructions and I move my hand down and rub myself with the tips of my first two fingers. I'm shaking it feels so different.

He slides in farther and leans over me, propping his weight on his arms. "You're so fucking hot and tight around my cock. It's killing me not to blow my load in you right now." He slides in and out. "How does it feel?"

"I like it, Luke. It's so wrong that it feels so good."

"It's never wrong when I'm inside you. Never." He kisses me then, briefly, before locking his elbows above me and increasing the pace slightly. "It's different between us, Sophie. You have no idea."

I don't want to know what any of this is like with anyone else, but I don't say it. This is so intense, having him inside of me like this. It's always intense between us—sex will always be personal for me—but this is something else altogether. He's inside of me in a way that's not quite natural, but so intimate. The sensations are different.

"It's good? You're okay?" Luke asks above me, his eyes searching mine. "Tell me how it feels for you."

"It's so tight, I feel everything." It's hard to talk, I'm so worked up. "It feels sensitive, but I’m okay," I offer. "I feel full, really full and it feels incredible when you slide back in."

He groans. "I'm going to come so hard in your ass. You're going to feel me all night." He slides his hand past mine and slips a finger inside me. "Should I take you out for dinner tonight? With my come dripping out of your bottom?"

"Luke, I'm close. I'm so close."

"I know." He moves his finger inside of me while continuing to thrust in my ass. I come then, my body tightening around his cock so hard it hurts. "Fuck, Sophie." He stills above me for a moment then jerks his hips as his orgasm erupts.

He drops his arms and pulls me to his chest. It's a little hard to breathe, but I'm barely coherent anyway. "I should untie you," he murmurs, still weighing me down with his body pressed to mine.

"Hmm." I flex my toes. "You don't want to keep me tied up in one of your weird empty bedrooms as a sex slave?"

"I can't keep you," he says just as his phone rings. "Christ." He closes his eyes for a moment with his forehead pressed to mine, then kisses me lightly on the lips, pulls out of my ass and grabs the phone with a short, "Dr. Miller."

I'm sweaty and sore and I can feel his come leaking out of my ass and onto the pillow he propped under me. I really hope Mrs. Geiger is well compensated.

Luke is sitting on the edge of the bed talking about a 3D ultrasound and weeks of gestation as I realize I can reach the end of the ACE bandage knotted to the headboard, so I set about untying myself. My feet are on the floor before Luke realizes I've moved.

"I have to call you back." Luke ends the call abruptly and grabs my wrist, pulling me back to him. He places his hands on my hips and kisses my stomach. "I'm sorry," he tells me.

"It's fine." I mean, it's not great, but it's fine. I expected a little more attention post-anal, but babies don't birth themselves, apparently. I shift, pressing my legs together.

Luke sits back and eyes me. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Lie down, let me look." He's all Dr. Miller right now.

"Eww, no! You're not giving me an exam right now." I step out of his reach.

He doesn't look impressed with my refusal. "So we can play gynecologist when it suits you, but I can't look at you when you may actually need assistance?"

"You got that right. Plus, I'm fine." I stress the last word. "I'm fidgeting because your come is leaking out of my ass and down my leg. Are you happy now?" I move towards the bathroom.

He grins and follows me, wrapping an arm around me as I reach into the shower and turn it on.

"I need a washcloth," I say as he attempts to back me into the shower. He reaches between my legs and runs his hand across my wet skin.

"You sure do," he replies and continues to smear his come around my thighs.

"Doesn't somebody's fetus need your attention?" I remind him.

He murmurs an agreement. "I have to run over to the hospital. Come with me and we can have dinner at Lombardi's after."

"I do love their chicken piccata."