How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 31: Over Her Dead Body

It was probably stupid of her to assume that he was completely over...whatever the hell had made him so pissed in the first place. That was still a mystery. Was he mad at her for not safe wording him or being too weak to continue? She shrugged it off and tried not to let it bother her too much. For the moment, he was still on good terms with her and that was all that mattered. Plus, she was getting a blood pressure check from him, and that was nice in itself because he was indulging her fetish. The thought made her pussy ache just thinking about it.

Her feet slapped softly against the floor as she walked towards the guest bathroom, the pain still prevalent in her legs. Not only that, but her wrists and ankles were red from tugging at her restraints. She hoped like hell they wouldn't bruise. She slipped inside a minute later and proceeded to use the toilet, wash her hands, floss and brush her teeth. Her throat was dry and aching from all the screaming she had done, but one spray of Chloraseptic and it didn't feel so bad anymore.

When she walked into her bedroom, Eric was seated on the bed waiting for her, looking so fucking good. He was naked save for a pair of gray cotton pajama pants. A black 3M Littmann Classic II S.E stethoscope was draped over his bare shoulders, and he was clutching a manual blood pressure cuff in his hands between his partially spread legs.

"Well hello Dr. Masters, I think I just died and went to heaven," she remarked with a coy smile.

He grimaced. "Oh no, we wouldn't want that," he said, rising to his feet and pointing to the bed, "you better get in this bed so the doctor can bring that hot body back to life."

She giggled, trembling involuntarily, her folds throbbing at his silky tone of voice. Pushing herself away from the doorway, she walked over to the bed, pulling back the covers and climbing into it. "Maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth," she suggested with a smirk.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile. "We'll see." He sat down next to her, ripping the cuff open and wrapping it snugly around her left arm.

She smirked and moaned softly, watching him do so. "Maybe I should put some panties on so I don't ruin these sheets too. I still have to sleep in them."

"You won't have to," said Eric, lifting the stethoscope from behind his neck and plugging it into his ears. She stared longingly at him, her pussy throbbing and clenching just seeing the instrument in his ears again. "My maid comes at noon. She'll take care of it, which reminds me, I need to start setting a wake up time for you."

She barely heard anything he was saying, because all she could focus on was the sight of him, sighing softly as he held the disc of his instrument against her arm. He took the bulb in his other hand and pumped it rapidly, flashing her a smile before turning his attention to the gauge. "Am I going to be okay, doctor?" She murmured.

He sighed softly. "I guess we'll see, depending on your pressure. Now stay quiet."

Pressing her lips together, she obeyed and stayed quiet, allowing herself to get lost in the splendor, the hotness of him playing doctor with her. He stopped pumping the cuff. She nearly squealed in excitement when she saw his forehead wrinkle in concentration, but tried as she might to hold her inner fan girl back. Her eyes fell shut as she exuded a plentiful moan, loving the tightness of the cuff on her arm. As the cuff hissed with the slow release of pressure, her eyes came open.

Eric didn't look happy. She didn't have to ask to know it wasn't good. With a deep scowl, he pulled the stethoscope from his ears and looked up at her. "Ninety-five over sixty. Well that's a huge change from this morning, but it's not a good change."

"I figured...by that look on your face."

"Please tell me you ate something after our lunch."

"I did," she said. "At home. I had some sushi."