I didn’t understand what had just happened to me, but my bottom was sore, I was utterly humiliated and so desperate for Nial’s touch, for his calm control, that I longed to crawl off the exam table and into his arms. For the first time in days, perhaps weeks, my mind was calm and clear, my fear gone. I felt at peace.
Years of conditioning made me think I should be angry at his treatment of me, of his punishment and demand for obedience. Instead, his touch simply made me hungry for more, made me wish the doctor would leave us alone so I could have Nial’s thick c**k in my body instead of the hard probe. I had experienced the bliss of their bonding seed once, and already I craved it with a desperate need that would have embarrassed me were I not dealing with much more humiliating things at t
