Beyond the Movie Script chapter 9

 Beyond the Movie Script

Chapter 9

"I need you too," he said, his voice filled with a hint of threat. "But first, let's make sure you're ready."

I felt my breath catch as he knelt down in front of me with my cast on his shoulder. His hands removed my dress, slowly pulling it down, revealing my cast, my leg, my vagina...no panties. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized just how wet I was, just how ready I was for him.

"Mmm," he murmured, his eyes filled with desire as he looked at me. "You look so beautiful."

I felt my heart race as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out, licking my clitoris, making me gasp with pleasure. I felt my hips buck as he continued to lick me, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles, driving me wild with desire.

"Oh, god," I whispered, my hands moving to his hair, holding him in place. "That feels so good."

He smiled against my pussy, his tongue moving faster, harder, making me moan with pleasure. I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark command. "Come all over my tongue and lips Mistress Steffie."

I felt my body convulse as my orgasm hit me, my pussy clenching as I cried out in pleasure. I felt him continue to lick me, his tongue moving in and out, drawing out my orgasm, making it last as long as possible.

"That was...incredible." I murmured, my body still shaking as I came down from my high.

He smiled, "And we're just getting started," he said.

I felt my heart race as he forced me to stand up on my one leg and 5 inch heel, so unstable and dangerous. His hands moved to my waist, offering me help to balance gently, he was protecting my ankle from rolling and possibly breaking my ankle, tibia and fibula, falling from 5 inch heels. He kissed me, his tongue moving against mine, his hands rubbing my body.

"I want you to...let me go," I whispered. "I need you inside me when it rolls..."

He smiled, his eyes filled with something new. "I want you too," he said, "But first, let's make sure you're ready for all the possibilities..."

I felt my breath catch as he moved down my body, his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked at me.

"Oh... please...Mmm," I murmured, his hand moving deep inside me, his fingers exploring it, making me moan with pleasure with my one leg shaking, one ankle ready to buckle over.

"You're so wet, shaking with your ankle getting weaker and weaker. If I let you go...that sexy cast of yours will be replaced by a medical cast on your other leg."

I nodded, my hips bucking as he continued to touch me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, driving me wild with desire.

"Please," I whispered, with a hint of desperation. "I need you inside me...Before...."

He smiled. "Patience. We'll get there."

I felt my heart race like never before as he continued, his fingers moving in and out of me faster, making me moan with pleasure. I felt my second orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge while my ankle pleaded to buckle over.

"Come for me, you are mine...Come all over my fingers and I will let you go...."

I felt my body convulse as my orgasm hit me, my pussy clenching as I cried out in pleasure. I felt him continue to touch me inside, as I came down from my high. That was incredible but then...my heart pounded so fiercely that every beat seemed to send a shock through my one available long leg.

The pressure on my ankle was unbearable and my towering five-inch heel amplified the strain until it felt like my bones were screaming. My breath quickened, and just as he was going to pull me back to safety, I pushed him ever so slightly and my ankle gave out. I felt the sharp roll as my foot twisted sharply inward, sending a fiery jolt up my leg as my ankle finally snapped with a loud crack.

The pain was instant, electric, raw, and incredible and yet I fought to keep my balance, but gravity won. I toppled over, the fall seemed to stretch in slow motion as I hit the floor, helpless to control my body's descent with my other leg bent in the recreational black cast. The agony radiated from my broken ankle, sending a chill through me that was both dizzying and oddly exhilarating.

I lay there gasping, staring at my throbbing ankle as waves of pain pulsed through me. My shattered heel lay beside me, its once sleek line now broken like my bones. I closed my eyes...

The morning sun filtered through the office windows as I made my way to our boardroom to meet with Serena while adjusting to the crutches that supported my new, full-length white cast on my right leg. My left leg, free from its recreational cast, was now in a sleek black low-heeled shoe, making me feel somewhat balanced as I hobbled along, even if every movement reminded me of the incredible sex I had last night and the heavy new addition on my right leg.

As I entered, Serena's expression shifted instantly, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of my new cast. Her gaze drifted to the cast on my leg, stretching straight out in front of me.

"Stephanie," she said slowly, her voice a mix of surprise and a hint of amusement, "don't tell me... you went and changed the recreational cast from left leg to right?"

Lowering myself into a chair with careful precision, I managed a small laugh, feeling the strain and weight of the cast as I settled. "Well, if you can believe it," I began wondering how much I should share,

"I tried to balance on a 5 inch high heel, and things went south. My ankle just gave out, and here we are."

Serena gave a sympathetic shake of her head, her eyes sparkling with both concern and humour. "Five-inch heels, really? And now here you are with a whole new medical cast," she teased, leaning forward to get a closer look at my cast.

"You certainly have a way of keeping things interesting."

I chuckled, though a dull ache lingered as I shifted my leg. Serena reached over, her fingers brushing my new cast, tracing a line up toward my knee. Meeting her gaze, I gave a small nod, feeling her genuine concern settle in my chest.

"It's... a challenge," I admitted, the memory of Steve deep inside me, the fall and the painful snap of my ankle still fresh. Yet somehow, Serena's touch and attention made it seem a little less daunting.

Serena's hand lingered on my broken leg for a moment before she looked up, her expression gentle but steady.

"Just promise me no more high heels until you're fully healed, okay?"

As Serena looked at my cast, a different expression played across her face, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were seeing it, and me, in a new light. Her fingers lingered over the hard cast, tracing along the edges and down toward my broken bones with a gentleness that felt both comforting and...curious. I could sense a spark in her gaze, a quiet fascination taking root as she absorbed the sight of my leg immobilized, with my crutches beside me.

When she looked up, her eyes held something more than understanding. It was as though she were starting to see the cast, the crutches, and even the vulnerability of it all, with an unexpected beauty that hadn't occurred to her until now. There was a glint of admiration, maybe even attraction, flickering beneath her concern, a realization that this fragile state could hold a certain strength and elegance all its own.

Beyond the Movie Script
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