Love For Hire

Chapter 25: 25

Kinsley sat in the waiting area at the hospital with Nicholas. She had come with him for his first bout of therapy. Traffic had been light, and they wound up early, so they were waiting in the private waiting area outside the radiation room. They were waiting when a nurse came out and told them that they would have to wait another hour. There was a six-car pileup on the freeway, and the whole freeway was at a standstill, and Dr. Horton was stuck in traffic. She asked if Nicholas would like to reschedule, but he did not want to. His day was free, so he decided to wait.

As the nurse left, Kinsley sighed. “I hate waiting in hospitals; there is never anything to do,” she said, picking up the remote to the TV mounted in the corner of the small closed-off waiting room.

Nicholas grinned. “At least you can see the TV,” he teased. She smiled and turned the channel to a reality TV show about models. Nicholas frowned when the host mentioned the name of the show. “You know I am not deaf, right? I can still hear this crap.”

She laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “It is not that bad.”

“It is torture.”

“Ok, what do you do when you have to wait in the hospital?” She watched as his mouth curved in a sly smile, and his hand went to her bare knee, slowly sliding up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt higher.

“I can think of something fun to do.”

“We are in the middle of the hospital,” she reminded him.

“I say we slip into the private washroom, and you elevate my heart rate.”

Kinsley glanced at the open door to the wheelchair assessable washroom connected to the waiting room, and she bit her bottom lip. It had been a few days since they had fooled around. Nicholas had

been so sick and weak lately, so the fact that he was feeling frisky was promising and tempting. The location was iffy, but then if she waited until they got home, he would far too sick from the radiation to do anything but sleep. “I do not know it is such a public place,” she was not sure this was a good idea.

Nicholas leaned over, and his lips brushed her ear as he whispered. “I will lick your pussy until you cum all over my face.”

“Ok,” she said quickly, feeling that tingle of need building between her legs.

They both got up, and with his hand in hers, Kinsley led Nicholas into the washroom. Since animals were not allowed in the hospital, Nicholas had chosen his cane to get around today. Once in the washroom, Kinsley locked the door while Nicholas leaned his cane against the wall.

Kinsley came to stand in front of Nicholas, and she kissed his lips. Nicholas backed her up against the wall kissing a path down her body as he sank to his knees in front of her. His hands pushed up her skirt and took hold of the sides of her panties, pulling them down her slender legs. Kinsley leaned back against the wall as he lifted one leg up over his shoulder, allowing his mouth the best access to her already damp womanhood.

Her head fell back against the wall, and her eyes closed as his tongue slid along her slick cleft. His skilled mouth worked her sensitive flesh licking and sucking until she was mindless with pleasure. He sucked her clit into his mouth and forced two long fingers deep into her. Her fingers threaded through his dark hair while he worshipped her and made her body shake with release.

When the pleasure faded, Nicholas stood up and kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue sweeping hers. She could taste her pleasure on his lips. His hands on her hips, Nicholas lifted Kinsley off her feet and sat her on the edge of the sink. He reached down and quickly freed his erection. Pulling her legs around his waist Nicholas drove himself deep into her in one thrust, forcing her to take him all on entry, and she moaned with pleasure.

Kinsley leaned back, bracing her hands on the edge of the sink and rocking her hips up against Nicholas as he drove into her over and over. It was not long before Nicholas threw back his head and groaned as his body shook with his release.

“Is this how you normally kill time in the hospital?” Kinsley asked playfully as he stepped back and fixed his pants.

“Usually, it is Octavius sitting in the seat next to mine,” he said, reaching for his cane. “You are far prettier than he is.”

Kinsley hopped down and fixed her clothes, then she opened the door, and they returned to their seats. “So, what do you normally do with Octavius when you are waiting?”

“I do not wait very often. I am royalty; people, including hospital staff, will bend over backwards and rush things in a timely fashion for people with wealth and power.”

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He shrugged. “The world is not fair. If it were, the horse would ride half the time.”

“So, when you do wait, what do you do?”

“Octavius carries a deck of cards in his jacket. When we must wait, we play cards. But I have a lot more fun with you,” he grinned.

The door to the waiting room opened, and the nurse walked in. “Your Majesty, we are ready for you.”

Kinsley felt nervous, and it looked like Nicholas did too as he held his cane with both hands and stared blankly. “Here goes nothing.”

She still thought this was a bad idea, but he was hell-bent on doing it so she would be as supportive as possible. “I will be here when you get out.”

***

Nicholas had changed into a hospital gown and was told to leave his cane in the outer room. Holding on to the nurse’s arm, he was led into a room and over to a table. “Up you go, Your Majesty,” she said as she helped him climb up onto the narrow table and lay flat on his back. “Now I am just going to place the radiation mask we made the other day over. Remain still.”

He had come in a few days ago and spent what felt like forever as the hospital staff made a mould of his head, neck, and shoulders so they could make a mask to help them with the therapy. It had been a strange and somewhat anxious experience.

As he lay on the table, he felt the finished mask placed over him, and then he heard the click as they snapped it down in place, and he was no longer able to move. He could feel his anxiety rise. With not being able to see, he was freaking out, imagining all sorts of horrible things.

“Ok, I am going to leave the room,” she said as she pressed a button and the table lifted. “You are going to be alone, but we can hear you from the other room where we will monitor your treatment. You are going to hear the machine, but all is well. Try to stay calm and do not move.”

He then heard her footsteps as she left the room and then heard the sound of a door open and close. He was alone. Suddenly there was a loud clank followed by a humming buzzing sound. He was doing his best not to move, but he had to admit he was out of sorts. This was intimidating. He was trying not to freak out, but his breaths were coming quick and shallow.

“You are doing great, Nicholas,” he heard Dr. Horton’s voice come over a speaker. “It is only a few more minutes.”

A few more minutes? He felt like he’d been trapped on this table forever.

Nicholas closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing. He was not going to freak out. He tried to remember why he was doing this — trying to picture Kinsley’s pretty face. Telling himself, this was the only way he could see her smile again. He wanted to see those rich dark eyes gazing lovingly up at him when he took her as his wife. For Kinsley, he would do anything.

He did not know if this was going to work, but for Kinsley, he had to try.