When Amy Gellar (Phoebe Tonkin) met Beverly Hills obstetrician/gynecologist and self-absorbed Dominant, Eric Masters (Matt Bomer), she never anticipated it would lead her straight into the arms of another, his cousin, legendary heart surgeon and Dad...
"Do it. Just do it, just do it, just do it -- no. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it." Amy shifted against the gurney's smooth leather surface, her body quaking with an icy cold, overpowering chill. As she rolled her head back to center, her gaze found the light fixture above her and she cringed.
God!
She squinted against the bright white light, instinctively lifting her arm but the leather strap strained against its tether, pinching her wrist as she tugged on it firmly. Looking down at her arm, she groaned, the leather digging into her skin the harder she fought it. With a frustrated groan and a sharp exhale, she dropped her head back to the gurney and shook it from side to side.
I'm an idiot. And as long as she was tied up, there was no way in hell she could block anything, much less the light. Breathing in short quick pants, she turned her head in the direction of the rapidly beeping heart monitor.
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Her rate decreased as the rhythm of her heart evened out, the beats coming slower as she started to relax. She glanced down at her chest, at the many probes that covered her body, the blood pressure cuff on her arm, the pulse ox probe clipped to her finger, her breaths increasing. With a hard swallow, she looked back at the monitor and whimpered, her core throbbing, even growing wet. She tugged frantically at her wrists, wincing and groaning at the ache in her elbows, the burning pain in her wrists as the leather strained and pinched harder at her skin. The frenzied beep of the heart monitor resounded through the room.
That motherfucker did this purposely. Left her hooked up to all her favorite toys, and no way to relieve herself of the growing ache in her nether region.
Overcome with exhaustion, she stopped fighting and laid there panting. She shut her eyes, her heart pounding in sync with the monitor's frenzied beeps. Where the hell was that oxygen mask when she needed it?
Fuck it.
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