This story contains explicit sex that is NSFW.
Natalia Roman ignored the butterflies and full body chill as she sat in the exam room in nothing but a paper gown.
I can do this.
For weeks, her boyfriend slowly pushed her to this moment. Gently at first. More firmly over the last few days.
“I love you just the way you are but wouldn’t you be happier if you had more going on up top? You’d push your hotness level up, babe. I bet it makes you feel like a totally different woman.”
Until she was told by her first boyfriend that she looked like his little brother without clothes on.As a teenager, she never obsessed over her body. She was naturally tall and lean, which suited her just fine. Natalia enjoyed being active and breasts, she often thought, seemed like a hindrance. Never growing past an A-cup didn’t concern her because she didn’t think about it.
From then on, she wore padded bras. When her best friend asked about it, she told him they were pretty.
Hudson Winters wasn’t convinced. The man seemed to know her better than she knew herself and he eventually got the real story. The boyfriend walked into class with a black eye the next day and broke up with her.
She was secretly relieved.
As a freshman in college, a man she dated for a while insisted on having the lights off. She asked him why and he said, “Then I can imagine you with tits.”
Experimenting with women was a relief to her self-esteem. They liked her body, wanted her all over them, and appreciated being able to touch her with no conditions. She didn’t find the edge she enjoyed with men but they were a welcome distraction now and again.
She met Gray Dodd when she was twenty-three. Grand gestures and PDA were his style, though it was rarely her own. She wasn’t in love with him but considering her history, he seemed to be an improvement.
Three months ago, he came to pick her up and she opened the door in a towel.
He perched on the edge of her bed while she finished getting dressed and when she slipped on her padded bra and panties, he came to stand behind her in the mirror.
“Why do you wear these?” he asked her as he cupped the lace.
“They make me feel pretty.”
“No, I mean the padding.”
“They make me feel pretty.”
“Why don’t you just get a pair?” Shocked, she hadn’t replied and he added with a shrug, “I’m not saying you need them but if you want tits, why don’t you buy them?”
He kissed her behind her ear and went to make himself a drink. She stared at herself for a long time and wondered…
Then shook her head at her ridiculousness and she put it out of her mind.
After sex one night, she was getting dressed to leave when he said, “So…are you going to do it?”
Confused, she turned to him with her top in her hand. ”Do what?”
“Get a boob job.”
“No. Why would you bring that up after all this time?”
“No.”“I thought you were thinking about it.”
Slipping the shirt over her shoulders, she hurriedly buttoned it. “Surgery is risky. I’m a bleeder.”
With her shoulders back, she put her hands on her hips. “Hmm…I’d call it cautious. Hemophilia makes surgery especially dangerous for me.”
“You won’t die from a boob job.”
“You wouldn’t be the one taking the risk though, would you?”
She stepped into her shoes and he bounded from the bed. “Wait, Talia.” She hated when he shortened her name. “I didn’t mean to make you mad. I can tell you’re insecure about it, that’s all. I want you to be happy.” There was a pause. “I love you.”
Eyes wide, she took in the information and didn’t know how she felt about it. She didn’t even know what love was. Unlike most of the women she knew, she’d never been in love. She never said the words to anyone other than her family and Hudson.
Saying them would feel like lying.
There was no doubt in her own mind that she wasn’t normal. She didn’t have any interest in being a wife or mother. Could care less about a wedding or having a man underfoot. Her mother worried that she would end up alone.
Sometimes, she wondered the same thing.
“I love you, too.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow?”
She nodded and left but this time, his words stayed with her. She was self-conscious. She was furious about it.
Gray wore her down and she admitted that she let him. So here she sat in a sterile room. There was no denying she was afraid.
The door opened and an older man walked in. “Hello, little one. I’m Dr. Geldin. You can call me Abraham. What can I do for you today?”
Carefully clearing her throat, she replied, “I’d like implants.”
For a long moment, the doctor glanced over her body. “Why is this?”
“Why…do I want implants?”
“To have breasts.”
“You have breasts, little one. They suit your narrow frame. You are lovely. Why do this?” She couldn’t answer because the words would have shown how weak she was. “I see you are high risk. It makes no sense.” There was a long pause. ”Do you do this for a man?”
She nodded slowly.
“A man who does not appreciate the symmetry of your body is a fool.”
The door behind the doctor slammed open and hit the wall. Hudson stood in the threshold and his expression was livid.
“You are not touching her.”
Dr. Geldin smiled and Natalia found it odd considering her best friend looked psychotic at the moment.
“I agree with you, young man. She is ideal exactly as she is.” He stepped closer to Natalia and lifted her chin. A long scar snaked behind her ear to her shoulder from the branch she’d landed on when she fell from a tree at twelve. “However, I can treat this if you like without any surgery at all. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
She smiled at him. “Yes. I’d like that.”
“Good! We agree! My nurse needs to do a small skin patch test to make sure the solution doesn’t bother your skin. It will take three visits, okay?”
“Visit with your friend and you can get dressed. Leave the gown over your bra.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
“Ah! You look even prettier now than when you came in. This decision sits better on you, I’m thinking.”
He left and closed the door. Hudson wore a suit and she remembered that he closed on his second commercial property today.
“Did you get the warehouse?”
“Everything went smoothly then?”
“You will not risk your life for a man, Natalia. Do you not remember that you almost bled to death when you got that cut? It didn’t even seem that bad when it happened but I thought you would die before I could get you to the hospital.”
He walked closer and cupped her face in his hands. “You would willingly go under the knife for a man who doesn’t appreciate how beautiful you already fucking are?”
“It was stupid.”
“Very fucking stupid.”
“You’ll stay with me?”
“You know better than to ask. We’re having dinner.”
She met his eyes in surprise. “What about Sabrina? She hates me.”
His brow quirked mockingly. “She told me she loved me and I broke up with her.”
Natalia started laughing and he joined her. Suddenly everything was alright in her world again.
Hudson took her for steak and red wine to celebrate. “Plus, your iron levels are shit.”
When she hit puberty, her parents realized she’d inherited the rare blood disorder from her father. The amount of blood she lost every month was frightening. The chance that she would ever get pregnant was slim to none and that was just the way she liked it.
Kids scared the shit out of her. There was no doubt in her mind that she would make a horrible mother.
After dinner, they strolled the city. They ended up in front of the first piece of property he purchased. A light in an upper window made her smile. “Your mom is still up.”
“She reads late. Come on.”
“I was going to head home, Hudson.”
“Tonight, you’re staying here.” Without another word, he took her hand and led her inside. Little by little, he was renovating the old building. He planned to turn it into apartments.
She was awed by the changes in the foyer. “Oh my god! You’ve done so much work!”
“You haven’t been by in months.”
That made her laugh. “Hudson, you suck at reading the emotions of the people around you. Sabrina used to grind her teeth when I stopped by. Drove me fucking nuts.”
Her best friend shrugged as he headed to the second floor. “I saw it. I just didn’t care.”
Perfectly Hudson behavior and she wouldn’t have him any other way.
The apartment he converted for himself had undergone even more changes. She walked the space slowly, taking it all in. “I can’t believe you were able to bring these floors back.”
“Hardwood wants to shine. You just have to rub it right.”
“Sounds like men I know.”
His laugh filled the space as he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie. “I remodeled the bathroom. You can shower and grab one of my t-shirts in the bottom drawer.”
“You want me to stay?” Normally, they were drunk when they fooled around. Right now, she wasn’t even buzzed.
Turning, he put his hands on his hips. It was hard to tell what he was thinking but his voice made her womb tighten. “Yes. You’re staying.”
“Okay. You talked me into it.”
She gave him a wink and walked to the bathroom confidently. Inside, she was a nervous wreck. There was a tension between them tonight and she wondered if she could tell him some of the thoughts in her head.
It was a topic that had the power to embarrass her. Natalia was not a woman who experienced such things.
There was something she wanted…maybe even needed sexually. She didn’t trust Gray or any of the relationships that had come before him to give it to her safely.
The last time she’d fooled around with Hudson was a few months before Gray and Sabrina came into their lives. They’d been completely wasted, stumbling up the stairs, whispering too loud, and holding one another up.
Just inside his door, Hudson slammed her up against the wall and took her harder than anyone had before or since. Harder than any other lover seemed capable of accomplishing.
Her panties hadn’t survived the encounter and they were still fully dressed when he pushed her over the peak and followed.
The next morning, she stared at the bruises on her inner thighs and it made her breathe too fast. The tenderness of her scalp where he’d gripped her hair made her heart rate speed up.
Just remembering the experience made her wet.
Since that night, there hadn’t been a day when she didn’t think about it. She often masturbated to the memory. Sometimes, she imagined she was tied up when he took her. Occasionally, she pretended she was wearing a blindfold.
Always, it made her come harder alone than she could with a lover. Any other lover but him.
She took her time showering and left his bathroom barefoot, in panties and a t-shirt, toweling her hair. From his chair across the room, she saw him watching her. Her movements slowed and finally stopped. She held the towel in one hand as she stared back at him.
The command in his voice made her nipples harden sharply. She made her way across the wood floor and stopped inches from his knees.
“I want to fuck you.”
She knew her eyes were huge in her face because once again they seemed to be in harmony. Her damp hair curled around her cheeks and tickled her skin.
“I need to experience something with you tonight. If you don’t like it, we’ll never try it again. If you aren’t happy, we’ll go on as we have…with this between us.” He took a deep breath. “If you do enjoy it, we need to talk.”
She didn’t speak, simply nodded. She trusted him with every cell in her body and that meant in every aspect of their lives. He’d been there for her too many times to doubt him. Natalia mattered to him and she knew he would always keep her safe.
Standing, he slid the t-shirt up her body and tossed it to the couch. “Walk to the bedroom.”
Without hesitation, she returned to his room. His bed was on a wrought iron frame that hadn’t been there the last time she’d stayed with him. That night, they slept on his mattress on the floor.
She knew without asking that he planned to tie her to it. Everything inside her went hot at the thought.
“Get on the bed on your knees. Grip the top rail.” He opened his closet and removed two ties. Approaching her from the side, her eyes flicked to his hands and back to his face. “I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you, Natalia.”
“I know.” She faced the wall above the bed and held the rail until her knuckles were white. “I trust you more than anyone else in my life, Hudson. I hope you don’t think badly of me…after.”
He secured her to the frame and removed her panties. He took his time stripping away his clothes and watched her. She didn’t move but soaked up the sexual tension as he made her wait.
From the bedside table, he removed lubricant and she noted his hesitation as he reached for condoms.
“Are you still on birth control?” She nodded. “Can I take you without a condom?” Her eyes met his and she nodded again, slower this time, wondering if it would feel different. “I’m clean and if you should ever end up pregnant, I’ll take care of you.”
Swallowing hard, she turned back to the wall.
“Spread your legs.”
She did and when he stood on the bed, she stared at his cock. He was rigid. The shaft jutted from his body, the head was almost purple, and his balls were drawn tight.
“Open your mouth.”
Her eyes lifted as her lips parted and he fisted her hair. Holding her still, he started with shallow thrusts, gradually increasing the depth and force as he fucked between her lips.
When her eyes began to water, he slowed and pulled back. She knew he felt bad, that he thought he hurt her.
“Breathe through your nose. I’ll be more careful.”
The first climax took less than ten minutes. Years later, when he perfected his control, he could easily last for half an hour. Longer than any man she would ever fuck. When he softened slightly, he thrust between her lips more firmly and she gained confidence in the act she hadn’t performed often.
Over the years, she would perfect the art of taking his cock anywhere in her body.
Pulling from her, he dropped to his knees and kissed her hard. She whimpered against him and he allowed his hand to drift over her nipples, down her torso, to her pussy.
She was drenched and he broke the kiss.
“You liked that? You liked me fucking your mouth?”
“You’re so wet.”
Positioned behind her, he was still hard enough to enter her. He pressed and she leaned forward to rest her head on her tied hands. He pumped into her wetness slow and easy until he hardened fully again. Time lost all meaning. Nothing mattered but what was going to happen next.
Allowing his thumb to trace the pucker of her ass, he asked, “Has anyone ever fucked you here?”
“No…but I want to know what it’s like.” It was the truth. For the first time, she felt as if she could have her questions about the forbidden answered. She wasn’t going to allow the chance to pass her by.
He spent a long time preparing her ass with his lubed fingers while he casually stroked into her wet heat with his cock. When she was slick and warm, the tightness eased a bit, and he scissored them inside her.
Natalia heard her own panting in the quiet room.
Hudson pulled from her body and went to wash his hands, returning with a small bowl of soapy water and a washcloth.
“It might hurt.”
“You haven’t come yet.”
“I’m letting it build. I do that when I’m alone.”
Without another word, he climbed back on the bed and positioned his cock at the entry of her ass. Carefully, he pushed forward and she tried – and failed – to hold back her moans until he was buried to the hilt.
Leaning over her back, he whispered at her ear, “Your ass is squeezing my cock like a vice. Are you alright?” She nodded. “Tell me if you need me to slow down or stop.”
He gripped her hips and pulled back, dripping more lube over his length. Then he powered forward and she screamed. Instead of stopping, he set up a steady rhythm until she was moaning and pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“Feels so fucking good, Natalia. So fucking good.”
With a deep breath, he took her harder. Reaching beneath her, he stroked over her folds and when he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, she gasped.
“I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
Stroking and pinching the little bundle of nerves, she went over the edge with a muffled scream and shoved her body back to take his cock deeper. No climax had ever been as intense because she’d never been as involved before.
There was only a slight hesitation as he gripped her firmly and fucked her harder than she would have thought was physically possible.
In moments, he was filling her with his come as her name echoed through the room.
They stayed like that for a long time. Getting their bodies under control so they could think.
He kissed her shoulder and she knew he was afraid to show her his reaction. He was too quiet. She smiled against her arm. This man accepted her, the real her, just as she would always accept him.
“Hudson?” She paused and said warmly. “I liked that a lot.”
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