Mom & Daughter chapter 8

 Mom & Daughter

Chapter 8
From Sarah POV

"I feel so...vulnerable...Should I?" you whisper, your voice laced with pleasure, desire and sexual need.

I reposition my wheelchair slightly closer and answer,

"Yes you should Dave, because your ankle is very, very vulnerable right now, years ago I broke Dominique wrist, by accident and tonight..." I slide your foot between my legs...leaning in closer, so close that our faces are touching, I moan kissing your lips.

I whisper, "I love the way it makes you so dependent on me, how everything revolves tonight around my touch and my decisions."

We stay close, breathing each other in, I kiss your lips as your legs open wider, inviting me. I kiss you harder and at the same time my hand moves to your penis and strokes you. I lean in even closer in my wheelchair and kiss you deeply, my hand continuing to rub you. Then I let your dripping penis and move to your ankle.

"Can you feel my fingers touching your ankle Dave?"

"Every sensation is magnified ten times, your touch feels like electricity running through my veins, like you are connected to every part of my body all at once. Just the slightest twist in your hand and I'm at your complete whim..." You said

I nod, my fingers tightening just a bit around your foot, my grip slowly increasing in strength and slightly twist your ankle. Your skin tightens against my fingers, your muscles tensing in anticipation and pain.

"Oh god, are you going to do it Sarah?"

"Maybe..."

I press just a little harder, my fingers turning it slightly, twisting your ankle against your ligaments wishes. My thumb tracing a circle over your ankle, as I lean in close to your face.

"You have no idea how great you're making me feel. I've never felt so close before."

I whisper into your ear, the words sounding more like a caress than a sentence. "I love it, being the one with power and control, watching your ankle bend and fall apart with just my touch..."

I pause for a second, my eyes locked on yours. You are looking back at me, curiosity mixing with the sexual excitement as you wait for my next move. I don't disappoint you. With a sudden snap, I twist your foot past the no return point, applying a tremendous amount of pressure to your lower leg. Your body jolts with surprise as the ligaments snap with a sharp rip, followed by a loud, echoing crack as your tibia and fibula crack.

You let out an incredible moan of agony, your body shaking from the pain. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you try to manage the pain.

"Not yet...Stand up Dave on your sexy leg"

My words echoed with pleasure in your ears, you struggled to stand on your broken ankle. Another cracking sound confirms that your leg is broken. An explosive pain goes down his leg, every nerve in his body firing at once, his body shuddering.

"Now sit on the couch, elevate your broken leg" I lean back in my wheelchair looking at his satisfaction, watching him struggle lifting his leg with his pain and the pleasure mingling in his eyes.

Your broken leg is clearly painful, but your mind is still clouded with desire as you look up at me, your eyes glazed with desire already thinking of months in a leg cast.

"My leg...it's really broken..."

"Yes, it absolutely is. Can you see the broken bones?" I say, leaning down close to your leg and tracing the broken tibia and fibula with my finger, brushing gently over them.

Your body tenses as I brush over the damaged bones, but you can't help but moan slightly, the pain and pleasure of my touch sending his body into a state of euphoric sexual pleasure cumming out of control from the intensity.

"Oh god...it hurts sooooo much...but it feels so good..."

"There's this masquerade ball this Saturday at my restaurant. It's a black and white masquerade ball, the theme is dark and secretive, and guests wear masks to keep their identities hidden." There's a pause, I'm waiting for him to say more.

"So you should come, and wear something sexy. I will obviously have a new accessory and I want to be masked and anonymous with you, I want to be able to take you in the darkest corner of the masquerade ball and have my way with you."

"But my dear Dave, you will be a full leg cast and crutches...you really think you can have your way with me?" Dave realizes the reality of his broken leg and the impact it'll have on his plans, but the sexual desire in his eyes is clear and undeniable he wants me.

"Yes, I'll be fine on crutches, the pain should be manageable once I get my first medical cast. And honestly, you'll be so distracting and beautiful in your wheelchair, I won't even notice my broken leg. So are you coming?"

"I will come with my +1 being my daughter"

"You're bringing your daughter? How old is she?" Dave suddenly realizes something, he looks a little nervous and excited. It can't be...He clears his throat before trying to speak firmly.

"Oh, she'll fit in perfectly with us. Just imagine the power dynamics!"

"Well, I'm sure she will enjoy the event. Everyone will be wearing masks, so there won't be any need to worry about her identity. Plus, everyone will be focused on the theme and the fun, not on any one person."

"Oh Dave, that would be great! Hannah will absolutely love the masquerade ball and be a perfect fit with us, trust me. She's always been curious and adventurous, and she loves to explore new things." I hesitate to tell him about her cast and crutches, her love for fetishes.

"Hannah? What a lovely name" He said knowing how close he came to major problems.

I pull out my phone and quickly dial 911, my voice urgent and loud.

"Hi, I need an ambulance immediately. My partner felt and his leg is broken and he is in a lot of pain."

Chapter 9
to come
K