"Andrew there is no more foreign object in Blake's wound, so focus and pass me the sterilized water I need to flush out as much blood as I can before sewing him up," she spoke.
Listening to Anita's order, Andrew passed Anita the sterilized water, watching as she flushed out the now comatose Blake's wound. Well, paying attention to Anita's actions, Andrew could already see the slight closing of his wound, knowing that without the bullet hindering Blake's natural healing capability, he would be completely healed by the end of the night. "Now pass me the needle and thread; I need to close up his wound," she spoke as she held her hand out, trusting him to pass her what she wanted promptly. Andrew, knowing that the wound would soon close, still passed Anita a suturing kit so she wouldn't become suspicious. It surprised Anita, but not really; not only did they have blood bags but also a saline drip and an IV stand, so seeing a suturing kit was no surprise. Anita pulled her wandering thoughts back to the present focusing on the task at hand as she started to sew up Blake's wound as Andrew watched on. Anita opened up the suturing kit taking the alcohol wipes that were included in the kit to sanitize the instruments. Grasping the needle holder, she picked up the needle itself with it before threading the thread through the needle eye; grabbing the tissue forceps, she parted the wound slightly just to see what she was working with. Anita noticed the wound wasn't as swollen and inflamed as before, but she didn't question it because she had a job to complete. Anita lined up the edge of the wound, taking the needle driver. She held the needle against Blake's skin at a 90-degree angle a centimeter to the right of the wound, making sure not to go below the fat layer. When she went deep enough into his skin she twisted her hand slightly clockwise so her needle came out parallel to her first needle hole, when her needle came out from the other side, she unlocked the needle holder and reattached it near the tip of the needle afterward pulling the thread two inched to the other side. Anita used her left hand to hold the thread on the left side of the needle and wrapped it twice around the tip of the needle holder; she slightly opened the needle holder and grabbed the two pieces of thread on the right side of the wound. Using her left hand, she pulled the long part of the thread, which caused the thread that was wrapped around the needle holder to slide off, creating a simple overhanded knot with two loops. Anita was grateful that the wound wasn't large because she noticed, just like with his hands, the toughness of Blake's skin, which caused her to use more strength than usual to suture his wound. From the corner of her eyes, she saw how intently Andrew and the three goons were looking at her hands curiosity and focus written on their face, "this first loop that I am creating is called the first throw, I have two more throws to create then I will start the process over again as I work my way down". Anita spoke as she used this time to teach as she continued along with her surgery because she could see that Andrew and the rest, except for Samantha, were showing interest in what she was doing. "For the second throw use your left hand and hold the long end of the thread and this time wrap it around the needle holder clockwise only once, open your needle holder slightly and grab the shorter end of the thread using your left hand again pull the long part of the thread, and now you created your second throw simple enough isn't it?" She said her attention was still mainly concentrated on Blake's wound, but Anita was a multitasker so she had no problem teaching and finishing up this surgery at the same time. Turning to look at Andrew, Anita ordered, "Andrew take that towel and wipe my sweat for me before it gets into my eyes or before it drips onto Blake's wound." She pointed out the towel with her chin, her face sweating from the strength she had to use to penetrate Blake's wound. "No problem Anita, and I know we aren't in the clear yet concerning Blake's wound but thank you for all that you have done so far for him," he spoke as he gently wiped her forehead, he was grateful that on their first date, Anita stayed and was willing to help despite her concerns in the beginning. "No problem, now watch closely the third loop is a little different from the other two, you still do the first steps and for the second step you want to also wrap it clockwise around the needle holder, then wrap it counterclockwise this will prevent the knot from slipping and now we are done with the first suture, now we repeat the steps over and over again as we move a quarter-inch down the wound for each suture as we make sure the knots are all on one side". Because the wound was only a 30cm circular wound she didn't have to add a lot of suture to his gaping wound, causing her to feel relief as she sped up her pace. "Andrew, pass me the alcohol so I can clean up the dried blood around his wounds, and afterward, pass me the sterilized gauze and bandage." Anita cleaned up Blake's wound before removing her bloody gloves and replacing them with new ones; taking the gauze, she pasted it on his wound, then taking the bandage, she wrapped it around the gauze to secure it in place. Removing the tourniquet, she was finally finished, now Blake's body just needed to heal. Removing her gloves she turned to look at the people in the room "Now Blake just needs to rest and he will need antibiotics, and other drugs, also he will need someone to be near him to make sure he doesn't develop a fever and help him handle his bodily waste as he will not be strong enough to get out of bed, I suggest it would be better to send him to the hospital so they can watch out for him instead and handle the aftermath". Everybody except for Samantha looked at Anita with gratitude reflected in their eyes, Anita was not the only one who noticed how indifferent Samantha was towards her hard work in saving Andrew's cousin. Andrew himself noticed the unguarded look in Samantha's eyes, instead of gratitude and appreciation which should have been reflected in Samantha's eyes all he saw was disgust and jealousy towards Anita, which caused Andrew to have his guard up even more towards her, maybe it was time to demote Samantha or just get rid of her completely if she continues being a nuisance. At the moment, Andrew decided to focus on his cousin instead, and later, he will think about what to do with Samantha. Anita turned away from the group to wipe down the blood that spilled from Blake with alcohol; in a few, she would remind Andrew to get someone to wipe down the stretcher with bleach. Anita took the suturing kit and all the medical supplies and put them into a bag, afterward placing them into a trash bin. "Andrew, make sure you get someone to wipe down this area with bleach and be careful with the bag in the trash can. It has hazardous waste material in it, and I doubt you want to get poked with a dirty needle". Andrew grabbed onto Anita's now ungloved hands, grasping them into his own warm callused hands. "Thank you again, Anita. I don't know how to thank you. If you have any wish, just let me know so I can properly compensate you for your hard work tonight".Anita worked as a Surgeon for the past 5 years, dedicating her life to her patients until her unfortunate hit-and-run accident, not only did she suffer from a knee injury that prevented her from standing for hours on end to complete intensive surgery but her loyal companion and family dog Wendy passed away as they were crossing the street heading home from a friend’s house in celebration of the young child she saved the day before. The hits didn't stop from there; she lost her job because she couldn't accept the fact that she could no longer complete surgery for hours on end leading her to stay in a fog of depression. Anita's co-workers, family, and friends tried to convince her that she had so many options like sharing her knowledge with medical students by becoming a professor or going into telemedicine to work remotely, but Anita wouldn't be able to perform the surgery herself physically, but she can diagnosis and recommend a treatment plan instead. Most of her coworkers, family, a
After her much-needed talk with her parents, Anita withdrew herself into her bedroom to see if she had received any notifications while she was gone. 30 min from the time she left to the time she came back was all it took to make her relax her mind and leave her fate to the universe. She lifted her computer into her arms, only noticing that she received one notification, and it was from the guy who had no public pictures available. [Hey beautiful] he replied, seeing his response to her initial DM brought a smile to her face as it had been quite a while since she had been called beautiful. Instantly Anita sat on her bed with her laptop resting on her plump thighs as she responded. [ Hi, my name is Anita; I am 33, single, and slightly disabled…. But other than that I'm pretty much normal lol, or normal as one can be for someone interested in BDSM lol….. I'm sorry I'm just making a very bad first impression….. How has your day been, and thank you for the compliment ], she knew that
*6 days later / Sunday* For the past eight days, Andrew and Anita were able to get to know each other better, they got so comfortable with each other that they exchanged phone numbers, and they started sending greetings in the morning as soon as they woke up and before they turned in they talked to each other about how their day had been. Every day that Anita spoke to this man filled her with anticipation for what may happen on Sunday. Andrew also found himself fascinated by Anita, he initially thought she was a scatterbrain, and he wouldn't be able to have an intellectual conversation with her, which he did not mind because initially, he was only interested in her body, but in these 8 days he could see the Anita was highly intelligent but due to her personality strangers would never be able to guess that unless if she decided to let them know. Both of them were eager to meet and see if they would be as comfortable with each other in person as they were over the phone. Some of Andre
Arriving at the dining room, which showed class from every angle, Andrew stepped forward and reached out to pull Anita's seat away from the table. He acted like a butler, slightly bowing his head and sweeping his hand towards the seat in invitation which caused Anita to giggle at his silliness. When Anita was fully seated, she tried to bring herself and her chair closer to the table, but before she could even right herself, Andrew easily moved her seat with her in it like she weighed nothing, which set her heart pounding. Looking at Andrew's slim but muscular body you would never guess that he hid such explosive strength, which made Anita feel even more feminine because she was aware that she had some weight to her. Anita looked up and slightly back at Andrew who still stood behind her sending him a wink before saying truthfully “Thank you, Andrew, you about made me swoon, next time you want to show off your strength just remember I am very much willing to be…. Your rag doll” she sn
"Just relax, and take a deep breath," Andrew said in a slow, calm, hypnotic voice. "We will continue until your body gets used to the stimulation," he spoke in a devilish voice "or until you pass out from the pleasure shooting throughout your body and mind," he let out a chuckle. At this moment in time, Andrew had Anita tied up and spread eagle on his bed; her size DD breast was bonded individually as they jutted up and away from her heaving chest. Her tits at this moment were defying gravity thanks to the ropes skillfully wrapped around her inflamed breast. Gracing her nipples were belled-shaped nipple clamps that jingled from every movement she made in her mindless struggle. Anita tried her hardest to balance out the acute pain but also the intense pleasure flowing throughout her mind and body; she knew if she tapped out, she may never experience such contrasting sensations again. Between her rounded thighs, she sported a clitoris vibrator that was bathed in her nectar, her j
As the situation was heating up, they both froze at the sound of the bedroom door banging against the wall, pulling them out of their sexual daze. Andrew immediately surged up from between Anita's thighs, chin still glistening, his body instinctively covering Anita as he Reached underneath Anita's head; he removed a pistol from underneath her pillow, cocking and aiming out of instinct at the door. Everyone in the pack knew that Andrew had a guest, and he made it clear that if it was not an emergency, no one was to disturb him, especially in such an aggressive way as this intruder had done. At the sight of Samantha standing at his door looking flustered, he put down his gun, wrapping himself and Anita into separate blankets. Not noticing the flames of jealousy and lust in Samantha's eyes when he turned his back to her, she didn't even have to take an inquiring sniff to know what took place in this room which filled her heart with rage, but she controlled her face before Andrew turned t
Anita, who was paying attention to their conversation, vaguely connected the dots, knowing that the only help she could provide would be her ability to handle a knife plus she felt that such a man like Andrew should have also noticed by now the malice Samantha kept poorly hidden directed towards her, which is why he was trying to separate the two. Standing there watching, Andrew coldly suppressed Samantha with his narrowed eyes showing with his body his strong refusal to bring Samantha with them, while Samantha still tried to argue her case not because she cared for the hurt individual down below but because she didn't want her alpha and this human to spend more time together. Andrew was holding back his impulse to grab Samantha by her neck and force her to submit; how dare someone like her question his decision? His words were law since the day he took over the Orion pack from his father; his eyes flashed while he tried to suppress his instincts. He didn't want to scare Anita off,
"Miss. Wilson, here are the supplies that you ask for," spoke Samantha, who breathlessly emphasized her tiredness in her every action. Her arms at this time were loaded with supplies, and instead of presenting them to Anita, she presented them to Andrew, waiting for him to praise her. Andrew coldly nodded his head at her, disgusted with her melodrama because with her supernatural strength, she couldn't be breathless and tired from this little bit of back and forth she had done so far."Finally, now where are the other three," Anita said as she reached out for the supplies, not caring about Samantha's attention-seeking behavior. Anita carried the prepared supplies in her arms as she walked to a table that was within arms reach of Blake. She smiled at Blake in reassurance letting him know without words that everything was going to be ok, after she turned to stare at Andrew with a frown on her face and impatience written in her expressive eyes.Reaching into his back pocket at Anita's s