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just you…” he barks, with his deep mature male voice and the attitude of an astonishingly spoiled child.
“I’ll take it out.” I agree against my better judgment. “But I can’t be here all the time Marcus, you’ll eventually have to let me go and accept help from another nurse.” Am I really going to do this? Such a bad idea Imani, you shouldn’t do this and you know it! But I can’t say no to this man so I retrieve a pair of gloves from the box at the bedside and a syringe out of the drawer, his eyes widen almost comically at the sight of the syringe.
“What is that?” He scoots away from my edge of the bed. “You are not going to inject me with something are you?”
“No, there’s a balloon of fluid at the end of that catheter inside of you holding it in, you really want me to deflate that before I take it out, trust me,” I reassure him, and his face relaxes slightly as I turn and put my gloves on, silently wishing someone would reassure me .
“You look really sexy in that outfit with your gloves on, looking at my cock,” he says.
“I’m a nurse, this is not my first rodeo, so try to get your mind out of the gutter,” I snap, but I’m feeling like I’m in a porn flick right now, and more than a little apprehensive. I have to really touch him to do this, like touch him, touch him. But he’s awake and more than consensual so it’s ok. His eyes follow my gloved, shaky hands to the catheter, I attach the syringe and let out the fluid from the balloon, and as carefully and clinically as possible I grasp his thick cock at the base and ease the catheter out slowly while he inhales sharply. Unbelievably he’s at half-mast as I drag my eyes up his eight pack until we are staring at each other. Before I can move to throw the catheter away he reaches up taking my face in both hands he pulls me down to kiss me quickly and softly on the lips. When he moves my face away from his he smiles and whispers, “That hurt.” I jerk back, speechless and breathless. That was so inappropriate, not to mention unexpected; I was taking out his catheter for God’s sake, what a time to make a pass! And we can scratch gay off the list of questions…for sure.
“Uh…. sorry, I guess I figured you’d know it wouldn’t be comfortable,” I say tossing the supplies into the trash can. “What was that?” I ask still in shock.
“A kiss Imani, I can familiarize you further if you come back over here, I’m sure you’ve been kissed before.”
“But wh…. why…?” I stutter.
“Because you were finally close enough to me, and with you holding my dick in your hands, it seemed as good a time as any.” He’s so cocky, pun intended.
“Oh…” The earth shifts under my feet; my lips tingle where his perfect mouth touched mine and my heart flutters like a million butterflies in my chest. There’s a knock at the door and I realize he’s still exposed, and aroused. I rush to his side and cover him with the sheet, blanket and comforter attempting to disguise his growing erection. He’s smirking all the while, eyebrows lifted mischievously, “What’s wrong, nurse Imani, don’t want to share?”
“No.. I mean Yes…I mean oh! Just cover yourself will you, that could be anybody!” I sputter. He knows he’s embarrassing me and he likes it…
“Come in!” he calls and Elijah enters the room with a bag from Dominus…he went all the way to the restaurant and back already? It doesn’t seem like a place that would be open for breakfast. I wonder who cooked for him at this early hour.
“Your usual Sir and this,” Elijah drops a white gold chain with a rather large crucifix hanging from it into Marcus’s open palm before automatically arranging the food on the bedside table, for all the world like he really is his wife. The food smells delicious; an omelet made with only egg whites, bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice. Somebody who knows his preferences cooked for him. My stomach growls loudly, and
“I’ll take it out.” I agree against my better judgment. “But I can’t be here all the time Marcus, you’ll eventually have to let me go and accept help from another nurse.” Am I really going to do this? Such a bad idea Imani, you shouldn’t do this and you know it! But I can’t say no to this man so I retrieve a pair of gloves from the box at the bedside and a syringe out of the drawer, his eyes widen almost comically at the sight of the syringe.
“What is that?” He scoots away from my edge of the bed. “You are not going to inject me with something are you?”
“No, there’s a balloon of fluid at the end of that catheter inside of you holding it in, you really want me to deflate that before I take it out, trust me,” I reassure him, and his face relaxes slightly as I turn and put my gloves on, silently wishing someone would reassure me .
“You look really sexy in that outfit with your gloves on, looking at my cock,” he says.
“I’m a nurse, this is not my first rodeo, so try to get your mind out of the gutter,” I snap, but I’m feeling like I’m in a porn flick right now, and more than a little apprehensive. I have to really touch him to do this, like touch him, touch him. But he’s awake and more than consensual so it’s ok. His eyes follow my gloved, shaky hands to the catheter, I attach the syringe and let out the fluid from the balloon, and as carefully and clinically as possible I grasp his thick cock at the base and ease the catheter out slowly while he inhales sharply. Unbelievably he’s at half-mast as I drag my eyes up his eight pack until we are staring at each other. Before I can move to throw the catheter away he reaches up taking my face in both hands he pulls me down to kiss me quickly and softly on the lips. When he moves my face away from his he smiles and whispers, “That hurt.” I jerk back, speechless and breathless. That was so inappropriate, not to mention unexpected; I was taking out his catheter for God’s sake, what a time to make a pass! And we can scratch gay off the list of questions…for sure.
“Uh…. sorry, I guess I figured you’d know it wouldn’t be comfortable,” I say tossing the supplies into the trash can. “What was that?” I ask still in shock.
“A kiss Imani, I can familiarize you further if you come back over here, I’m sure you’ve been kissed before.”
“But wh…. why…?” I stutter.
“Because you were finally close enough to me, and with you holding my dick in your hands, it seemed as good a time as any.” He’s so cocky, pun intended.
“Oh…” The earth shifts under my feet; my lips tingle where his perfect mouth touched mine and my heart flutters like a million butterflies in my chest. There’s a knock at the door and I realize he’s still exposed, and aroused. I rush to his side and cover him with the sheet, blanket and comforter attempting to disguise his growing erection. He’s smirking all the while, eyebrows lifted mischievously, “What’s wrong, nurse Imani, don’t want to share?”
“No.. I mean Yes…I mean oh! Just cover yourself will you, that could be anybody!” I sputter. He knows he’s embarrassing me and he likes it…
“Come in!” he calls and Elijah enters the room with a bag from Dominus…he went all the way to the restaurant and back already? It doesn’t seem like a place that would be open for breakfast. I wonder who cooked for him at this early hour.
“Your usual Sir and this,” Elijah drops a white gold chain with a rather large crucifix hanging from it into Marcus’s open palm before automatically arranging the food on the bedside table, for all the world like he really is his wife. The food smells delicious; an omelet made with only egg whites, bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice. Somebody who knows his preferences cooked for him. My stomach growls loudly, and
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