Paige

SET AFTER:

Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC’s fiery new attending.

Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.

The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren’t the only explosive thing happening at Jesse’s Fourth of July party.

A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot…

This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a ‘sticky’ situation.

The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.

Tell. Me. To. Stop (NSFW) - Jealousy is not an emotion Brendon Park is accustomed to.

Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.

Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.

Confetti (NSFW) - Brendon Park doesn't do night clubs...

The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.

Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.

Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.

An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.

Authentic - You and Jesse discuss your situationship with Brendon after you see him with another woman.

THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.

Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you…

Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.

Doctor Dick - Brendon’s day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.

A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.

The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David’s calls once and for all.

The One That Hates The Ravens - David’s attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.

The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.

Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he’s been keeping for almost a decade.

His Father’s Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.

The Cost of Dignity - Brendon’s greatest secret comes with a cost.

A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.

The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.

Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.

Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.

Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.

The Call Out - Brendon’s focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he’s called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.

Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you’re in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.

Flayed - Brendon’s world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.

Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.

The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.

Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that’s happened.

Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.

Roses - Brendon is forced to deal with a vindictive POS when a dozen red roses are delivered to your door.

The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.

Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.

A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn’t expect.

The Best the Ravens Have Ever Looked (NSFW) - Brendon has a real problem with your shorts.

Home - Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.

The Change Up - When you struggle to reacclimate at home Brendon realises you need a change up.

The Body Pillow - Brendon and you settle in for your first night at the new house.

Rae Days - You're forced to navigate your new limitations when Brendon returns to work full time.

The Liberator - Brandon asks Abbot's for advice with a very particular problem.

Grounded - Brendon gets a surprise when his brother turns up on his doorstep unexpectedly.

Watermelon Sugar (NSFW) - Brendon uses your favourite song against you when the sex cushion comes out to play.

Suck (NSFW) - Brendon's dommy side finally comes out to play for the first time since the accident.

You’re not supposed to use the new leg for this…

That’s what Brendon wants to tell you, the problem is its pretty fucking hard when you’re leaning over the kitchen table dressed in a sheer black body suit with dozens of stars woven into it. The translucent material frames that perfect peach of an ass, making his dick pulse as he watches you rock your hips against the table, testing your new leg’s manoeuvrability.

The doctor in him wants to tell you to give it a rest, to stick to your treatment plan. You’re only supposed to spend between 30-60 minutes on the damn thing during the first day and you’ve already over done that by running out and buying the lingerie you’re currently clad in.  

The man in him though, he wants to ravage you, to bend you over that table and fuck you until you’re coming all over his cock, until you’re filled to the brim with his cum. His dick throbs in the confines of his jeans, straining against the zipper as he tilts his head, getting a glimpse of the most perfect pussy, hiding between your thighs. You glance at him over your shoulder, that wicked look in your eyes, the one that sets his blood on fire as you arch your back like a cat.

“You’re not going to help me test it out?” You pout.

The way your back curves presents your ass to him once again. He wants to bite it, leave his teeth marks in the flesh, to spank it until it’s red raw and you’re begging for him to fuck that needy little cunt of yours.

“I’m trying to be a really good boy here.” His arm wraps around your waist, his lips running up the side of your throat until his breath ghosts in your ear. “But you are making it incredibly difficult.”

“I don’t want the good boy.” You lean back against him, your back slotting perfectly against his chest as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. Your ass is nestled in the cradle of his pelvis, his cock resting between your ass cheeks through the denim. “I want the man that makes me scream.”

He laughs into your ear. It’s a rough sound, one that reverberates through your entire body as his foot slides between your legs, his boot kicking the good one aside, spreading you wider. The prosthesis takes the weight as you place your palms on the table to steady your balance.

“You’re such a bad girl Rae.” He whispers as his fingertips trail along the elastic that clings to your ass, twanging it. The snap vibrates through the room, your pussy soaking the sheer as the light sting ignites your nerve endings. “And bad girls get spanked.”

The first hit, shunts your hips against the table. Heat blossoms through your body as your back bows, a moan tearing from your throat. Brendon’s fingers tangle in your hair, wrapping it around his fist. Your scalp prickles with electricity, the lightning shooting down your spine as he pulls it, keeping your head tilted up towards the ceiling.

He strikes again, harder this time. The groan that leaves your mouth is feral, your pussy dripping with need as his hand delves between your thighs, fingers stroking over you. “Love that you got dressed up for me, makes me feel like the luckiest man in the damn world knowing I get to have you.”

His belt clunks and you think about asking for the kiss of leather across your ass, but it’s been too long since you’ve had him, since you’ve felt the hot press of his cock inside you, his deep thrusts and powerful strokes.

Next time, you promise yourself. Next time you’ll ask him to use the belt before he worships your pussy.

“Oh God, I need you.” He mutters as his zipper slides down, the teeth parting to make way for his desperate dick. The denim scratches at your thighs as he shoves his jeans down past his hips, his underwear going along with them. His shirt disappears, tossed God knows where in his urgency. “I’ve been trying to hold back baby, but I just don’t think I can anymore.”

His fingertips tease along the sheer that covers your ass, all the way to those discreet little buttons between your ass and pussy. He unfastens them one by one, freeing the damp fabric and baring you to him.

“Tell me you need me, Rae.” He whispers, notching his cock at your entrance. Your wetness smears over the tip as he rocks slowly, barely exerting enough pressure for you to part around him. “Tell me that you need me, just as much as I need you.”

“You know I do.” Your head tips back into his shoulder, as his mouth finds that deviant little spot underneath the hinge of your jaw, his teeth marking you. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long Brendon.”

He eases into you slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust after months of emptiness. He curses his relief into your hair before he pulls out, his face tilting down to watch where the two of you join as he surges back in.

“God, Rae.” He whispers, his palms framing yours on the kitchen table as he buries himself all the way to the hilt. He says there, his cock nestled against that sweet spot, savouring that moment of connection. “Noone else can ruin me like this.”

He keeps a slow, frantic pace, a targeted attack on that bundle of nerves igniting your body like the fireworks at that Fourth of July party where this all started. His hand slips down your stomach, delving between your thighs, seeking out your clit.  

He starts to draw circles, deviant little patterns that send sparks shooting through your synapses that build into stars. He keeps his thrusts steady, each one striking its target, adding kindling to those burning bundles of white-hot heat. They grow, and they grow until you’re at the precipice of pleasure, until your breath is hitched, each one punctuated with an overwhelmed whine as Brendon keeps you pinned against that table, his own body trembling, his teeth gritting as he tries to stave off his own pleasure.

You start to quiver, your entire body on fire as the ecstasy hits you in a rush, combusting under your skin with the power of a thousand suns. It’s glorious, it’s overwhelming, it’s everything you need and more as Brendon chases you over that edge, his own release spurting inside you as he climaxes with you, fucking his spent as deep as he can.

“Oh god, that felt so good...” You mutter, your head tipping forward, your hair spilling over your features. “I’ve really missed-oh shit!”

Your knee buckles, the prosthesis slipping out from under you. You almost faceplant the table but as always Brendon’s there to catch you, to keep you supported as he nudges the foot back underneath you, giving you back that pillar.

“I think we pushed it a little too far.” He says, gently turning you to face him. He pulls up his underwear and jeans, leaving them unfastened before lifting you onto the table.  “Let’s get you off you leg and I can assess the damage.”

He kneels before you, his hand smoothing over the plastic before he removes the leg with a practised ease. The relief is palpable. You didn’t realise just how much until he pops it off your stump. He’s careful when he strips off the liner, but you still wince as he gets to the bottom of the limb, his fingertips tracing over the flesh that’s been rubbed raw.

“I didn’t realise how much it hurt until now.” You say, leaning back on your palms as he rises to his feet and picks up a clean dishtowel before soaking it with warm water.

“It’s the sex endorphins.” He returns to the table and begins to clean the chaffed skin. “We were too busy enjoying ourselves to notice. You got your antibacterial cream up there?”

You reach for your prescription bag, sifting through items until you find it. He dabs it across his fingers, rubbing it in gently across the soreness on residual limb.

“Is this weird?” You ask him, fiddling with the engagement ring on your finger. “You doing this after dicking me down? Tonight was supposed to be perfect…”

He tilts his head up to meet your gaze, the crease appearing between his dark brows as he studies you. You don’t make eye contact, you just focus on that ring, on twirling it around your finger, pulling at it until it’s half on, half off.

Abbot’s words come back to haunt him.

Rae… she’s going to tell you she’s fine about the way her body has changed, and she probably will be, but it takes a minute to come to terms with it especially when it comes to sex. Things you thought worked don’t and sometimes it can be demoralising because you realise things can’t go back to the way they were.

That’s what’s happening now, because despite the fact everything being the same between you, the physicality is different.

To Brendon that’s part of the fun, you get to learn things together.

To you…maybe it hits a little differently.

“This is just another part of aftercare.” He says, pushing to his feet. His hands come to rest on either side of your thighs, caging you in so that the two of you are as close as you can be. “Tonight was perfect. I got to have outrageous sex with the woman I love for the first time…” His fingers pull lightly at the sheer of the body suit, reminding you of its presence. “She wore this filthy little thing for me. I couldn’t have asked for a better night.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” You say, the ring still hovering over your knuckle. “Because I would understand-”

“There’s nothing to understand.” His fingers cover yours, sliding that ring back down to the place where it belongs. “You’re what I want. You always have been, you always will be.”

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