Sophia's heart raced as she stared at the ceiling, her skin tingling with phantom sensations. The dream had felt so real - Jake's hands on her body, the bite of the nipple clamps, the overwhelming fullness.
"Holy shit," she muttered, running her hands through her tangled hair. Her mind replayed the vivid images, making her squirm.
Part of her was aroused beyond belief. But another part felt... unsettled. Conflicted. She'd never explored anything that intense before, even in her fantasies.
"Get it together, Bennett," she told herself firmly. But her body was still humming with leftover adrenaline and desire.
Sophia grabbed her phone, pulling up her conversation with Jake from earlier. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard as she debated texting him.
Jake: When I get to yours tonight, I expect that inside you and the remote in my hand.A wave of heat crashed over her, desire and anxiety warring within. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry."Holy shit," she whispered, staring at the screen. "Is this really happening?"With trembling fingers, she typed out her response:Sophia: Yes, sir.As soon as she hit send, Sophia tossed her phone aside and buried her face in her pillow, letting out a muffled scream."What the fuck have I gotten myself into?" she groaned, but she couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.So
Sophia's fingers hovered over her phone, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. Her heart raced as she typed out her reply:Sophia: I'm sure I can manage to be naughty, sir. What did you have in mind?She hit send, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. Emily shot her a knowing look from across the table, but Sophia just shrugged innocently. Her phone buzzed almost immediately.Jake: That's my good girl. I want you to touch yourself while thinking of me, but don't you dare cum.Sophia felt heat rising to her cheeks. She glanced around furtively, making sure Lucas and Emily weren't paying attention.Sophia: Yes, sir. And what if I can't help myself?
"I should get going," she mumbled, grabbing her bag. "Gotta clean up before..."She trailed off, realizing too late that she'd given Emily more ammunition. Sure enough, her friend's eyes lit up with glee."Before what, Soph? Seeing a certain bartender tonight?"Sophia groaned. "I hate you sometimes, you know that?"But there was no real anger in her voice. As annoying as Emily's teasing was, a part of Sophia was grateful for it. It helped distract her from the nerves coiling in her gut.Because the truth was, she was terrified. Excited, yes. But also scared shitless of what tonight might bring.Sophia's fingers hovered over her phone screen as she walked out of Lucas and Emily's h
Sophia's heart raced as she waited on the sofa, the vibrating egg inside her sending delicious tremors through her body. The clock ticked past 5 pm. Her fingers tightened around the remote, tempted to crank up the intensity.A knock at the door had her jumping. Sophia stood, adjusting her robe and taking a steadying breath before opening the door.Jake stood there, a vision in crisp shirt and trousers, holding a bag of takeout. His eyes raked over her appreciatively."Well hello," he purred, stepping inside. "Don't you look delectable."Sophia felt a blush creep up her neck. "You're not so bad yourself," she managed.Jake set the food down and turned to her, closing the distance between them. His hand slid to her waist,
Oh god. The butt plug. The one she'd bought on a whim and never worked up the courage to use."Well well, what do we have here?" Jake purred. "Looks like someone's been curious about anal play."Sophia felt her face flush hot. "I...I've never actually used that one," she admitted."Hmm. Maybe it's time to change that." He set the toys on the table and reached out to caress her cheek. "Colour?"She swallowed hard, butterflies dancing in her stomach. "Yellow. I'm nervous, but...curious."Jake nodded. "We'll take it slow. For now, let's see how much more you can take before you explode."He cranked up the intensity on the egg once more. Sophia cried out, her hips bucking involuntaril
As Sophia moved to obey, her mind raced. What the hell am I doing? she wondered. But the throb between her legs and the lingering sting on her ass told her exactly why she was doing this. She wanted more, craved more, of whatever Jake had to offer."Hold the edge of the table," Jake commanded, his voice low and husky.Sophia stretched her arms out, gripping the smooth wood. Her heart pounded as she felt Jake bend down behind her. His warm breath ghosted over her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt.A gentle kiss pressed against each of her reddened cheeks, the tenderness a stark contrast to the spanking she'd just received. Sophia closed her eyes, savouring the sensation.Without warning, Jake grasped the egg vibrator and slowly pulled it out. Sophia whimpered at the
Jake's hand moved from her hip to the base of her neck, his grip firm but not constricting. With a swift motion, he pulled her upright, her back flush against his chest. Sophia's legs trembled, barely supporting her weight."Good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Now, let's see how you handle this."His fingers gripped the base of the plug, slowly pulling it outward. Sophia gasped, the sensation of being stretched overwhelming her senses. Just when she thought he'd remove it entirely, Jake pushed it most of the way back in, leaving only the widest part inside her."Fuck," Sophia hissed, her hips instinctively rocking back against him.Jake's low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. "You look so good like this. At my mercy, a plug in your ass, desperat
Jake propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes roaming over her flushed skin. "How do you feel about it now?" he asked, trailing a finger along her collarbone.She shivered at his touch. "I'm definitely more comfortable," Sophia admitted. "But... there's still this niggle in the back of my mind."His brow furrowed. "What's the niggle saying?"Sophia sighed, her gaze dropping to the sheets between them. "It's stupid, really. Just... that somehow giving up control like that is weak, anti-feminist, all kinds of shit like that."Jake's hand stilled on her skin. "Hey," he said softly, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. "There's nothing weak about knowing what you want and going after it. Feminism is about choice, right? And this was your choice."
Steam billowed around them as hot water cascaded over their entwined bodies. Freya's back pressed against the cool tile, a stark contrast to Dan's heated skin. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he thrust into her."Fuck," Freya gasped, her fingers tangling in his wet hair. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her.Dan's lips trailed along her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. "You feel amazing," he murmured against her skin.Freya's legs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper. She lost herself in the rhythm, the slick slide of their bodies, the building pressure low in her belly."Dan, I'm close," she whimpered, nails raking down his back.He groaned, hips snapping faster. "Come
Freya led Dan to her bedroom, her heart pounding. She grabbed an oversized t-shirt from her dresser, acutely aware of Dan's eyes on her."I'll just..." she gestured vaguely towards the bathroom.Dan nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Take your time, Doc."In the bathroom, Freya quickly shed her shorts and hoodie, pulling the t-shirt over her head. She stared at her reflection, taking a deep breath. "Get it together, Anderson," she muttered.When she emerged, Dan was already in bed, his clothes neatly folded on a chair. The sight of his bare chest made her breath catch."You gonna stand there all night?" Dan teased, lifting the covers invitingly.Freya rolled her eyes, try
"You know," she murmured, snuggling closer, "maybe I won't fall asleep after all, it’s nice having someone to watch this stuff with.”Dan's fingers traced lazy circles on her shoulder as the familiar scenes unfolded. When Gandalf arrived in the Shire, Freya couldn't help herself."A wizard is never late," she intoned softly, "nor is he early.""He arrives precisely when he means to," Dan finished, his chest rumbling with quiet laughter.Freya tilted her head to look up at him, a grin spreading across her face. "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?""Damn straight," Dan replied, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I didn't memorize all this shit for nothing."As the mo
Freya shovelled a forkful of noodles into her mouth, savouring the burst of flavours. "Mmm, this is exactly what I needed," she mumbled around her food, not caring about table manners. She swallowed and gestured at the TV with her fork. "What are we watching anyway?"Dan flicked through channels, settling on some mindless reality show. "How's this for brain-numbing entertainment?""Perfect," Freya chuckled, leaning back into the couch cushions. She felt the tension in her shoulders start to loosen. "You know, when I pictured our date tonight, I didn't exactly imagine this.""Oh?" Dan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what did you imagine, Doctor Anderson?"Freya rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her grin. "I don't know, maybe something a bit more... p
Freya pocketed her phone with a mix of relief and frustration. Dan would have to wait. She hurried to bay three, where an elderly man was complaining of chest pains. As she assessed him, her mind kept drifting back to Dan's text.'Focus, Freya,' she chided herself. 'Lives to save, remember?'But even as she ordered an ECG, a part of her was composing replies in her head. By the time she finished with the patient, she'd settled on a response. She pulled out her phone.Freya: I think you're fishing for compliments, Sergeant Foster. But don't worry, your ego is safe with me.She hit send, then immediately second-guessed herself. Too coy? Not flirty enough? Before she could overthink it further, another trauma came in. Freya pocketed her phone and rushed to
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor made Freya's eyes ache as she slumped onto a chair in the staff break room. She'd been on her feet for five hours straight, dealing with everything from a kid who'd shoved a Lego up his nose to a drunk who'd managed to dislocate his own shoulder while attempting to recreate a TikTok dance.Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Freya fished it out, expecting another text from Emily demanding more gossip. Instead, her heart did a little flip when she saw Dan's name on the screen.Dan: Enjoyed our lunch, Doctor Anderson. Counting down the days until Wednesday. Hope you're not stitching up too many idiots tonight.A grin spread across Freya's face as she typed her reply.Freya: The night is you
Freya hated that he was right. She was already looking forward to Wednesday, and it was only Sunday. Get a grip, Anderson, she chided herself. Out loud, she said, "We'll see about that, Sergeant Foster. I've still got time to come to my senses."Dan's smirk widened, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come on, Doc. We both know you're dying to see what I look like when I'm not bleeding all over your A&E."Freya rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with amusement. "Maybe I just want to make sure you can go a whole evening without needing medical attention," she shot back.She took a sip of her drink, using the moment to gather her thoughts. Part of her wanted to play it cool, to not let Dan see how much she was looking forward to their date. But another part, a louder part, was tired of the games.
Freya's apartment looked like a fashion bomb had detonated. Clothes were strewn across every surface, a chaotic testament to her indecision. She stood in front of her mirror, critically eyeing the yellow knee-length dress she'd finally settled on."Fuck," she muttered, running a hand through her short auburn hair. "When did I turn into such a goddamn teenager?"Her phone buzzed, Emily's name flashing on the screen.Freya: Can't talk. About to leave for lunch with Dan.Emily: Get it, girl! 🔥Freya: Christ, Em. It's just lunch.Emily: At the Rusty Anchor. "Just lunch" my ass.
As they waited for Emily to bring the car around, Freya found herself studying Dan's profile. The dim bar lighting cast shadows across his face, highlighting the strong line of his jaw. She mentally shook herself. Focus, Anderson."You know," Dan said, breaking into her thoughts, "this wasn't exactly how I planned on spending more time with you tonight."Freya raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?"Dan's grin was both charming and infuriating. "Well, it involved a lot less blood and a lot more dancing.""Smooth talker," Freya muttered, ignoring the warmth spreading through her chest. "Save it for someone who isn't about to be elbow-deep in your arm, yeah?"Freya hesitated for a moment, her