Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Something woke her; she wasn’t sure what. Some noise that was foreign to her senses. In her overtired state, she ignored it and sank back into the dream she was having of one of the hot doctors at the hospital. She may even have smiled in her sleep; she wasn’t sure. The dream made her warm and tingly all over, and she was more than willing to get lost in it.
In her wakening state, she’d never even so much as look at the man, but what could be so wrong about meeting him in her dreams? The tall, hunky doctor with the bedroom eyes. Eyes that always seemed to see into her soul whenever he looked at her.
Doctor Benjamin Dolan has to be the hottest man ever born, and that wasn’t just her talking, all the nurses and the female patients seemed to think so too. Now, as she imagined them getting closer in her dream, she felt none of her usual shyness around him but was more than bold enough to answer that soul-ravaging stare of his with one of hers.
Chapter 2
She heard the sound again in her sleepy state and tried opening her eyes to see where it was coming from. Wait are my eyes open? She thought, as all she saw was darkness. Not the kind of darkness you’d expect in a room with no lights on; this was a deeper darkness as if there was something covering her eyes.
She went to lift her hand to see what was obstructing her vision and found that she couldn’t move. Her hands were…tied? She tugged again just to be sure, coming fully awake as she realized that this was no remnant of a dream. Her hands were well and truly tied, and so were her ankles.
She pulled again, trying to make sense of the situation and opened her mouth to scream. But it was as if whoever had entered her apartment had been waiting for just that moment because no sooner had she opened her mouth than there was something being put there.
It felt like a ball had been pushed between her teeth, and she struggled even more fiercely as she felt large hands tying something behind her head to keep the ball in place. The innocent woman of twenty-three had no idea what a ball gag was or that one had just been tied around her head.
Jamie felt fear enter her mind as she came fully awake now and was more able to assess the situation. From the cool air that flowed across her body, she knew she was naked, which is the way she’d gone to bed.
Her arms had been pulled up above her head and shackled to the two posts above her head, leaving her helpless to do anything but pull pointlessly against them, only hurting herself in the process.
Her legs were another matter. She knew that her ankles had also been shackled, but it had been done in such a way that her knees were bent and her feet planted in the bed, leaving her legs spread wantonly for whoever was there to see clear up between her legs to her exposed sex.
For some odd reason, her first thought was that she hadn’t shaved and had a wild red bush growing down there. The things that you think of in a situation like this. The worst part of it, though for her, was the gag in her mouth. Had her lips and tongue been free, she could’ve tried talking her way out of anything.
She tried moving again and was only able to move her ass and her middle since she’d been bound so tight. She took in the fact that whoever it was had put something soft and comfortable between her skin and the metal of whatever they’d used to shackle her to her bed.
She felt fear as she heard breathing getting closer to her now. Her head moved in the direction of the sound as whatever had been placed over her eyes stopped her from seeing again a speck of dust. Her sleep mask didn’t do as good a job as whatever this is, she thought.
The breather stopped next to the bed, and she could sense him looking down at her naked body as she thrashed and writhed on the bed. Then a hand, or a finger more accurately, came down and touched her thigh.
She felt a cold fear quiver in her belly as that finger now traveled down her inner thigh, getting close to her sex before moving back up again. Now it was the whole hand, all four fingers moving back and forth at a slow sensual pace.
She tried scooting away from that hand, but a hard slap on the lips of her virgin sex stopped her immediately as tears gathered in her eyes. She felt real fear when she felt the decompression of a body getting into bed with her. And even more when she felt air on her pussy. That breathing sound was now coming from between her thighs, right over her sex.