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Steffie... 2.0 chapter 4
Steffie... 2.0
Chapter 4
"Medical cast? You mean broken bones?"
"Yes" I swung my leg forward, the long black cast gleaming in the soft light. It was bent at the knee, locking me into a state of graceful dependency on my crutches because of the angle at the knee of my cast.
"See how deliberate I have to be with every step?" I said, demonstrating again. "It changes the rhythm of my body, the way I carry myself."
Ethan watched, his eyes tracing the swing of my hips, the curve of the cast, the crutches tucked neatly under my arms. There was a tension in his posture, as though he was grappling with something he didn't quite know how to express.
"It's..." he started, then stopped, searching for the right words.
"Intoxicating?" I offered a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of agreement.
"Yeah," he said finally. "That's one word for it."
I stopped in front of him, my crutches planted firmly on the floor, my leg suspended as I balanced effortlessly. "I know it's a lot to take in," I said softly. "I don't expect you to understand....right away"
Ethan leaned back, running a hand between his legs, he was so hard. "Maybe I understand more than you think," he said, his voice quieter now.
I raised an eyebrow, the words catching me off guard. "What do you mean?"
He hesitated, then gestured toward the cast and crutches. "You're not the only one with... unconventional sexual fetish needs, Stephanie."
His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. My heart skipped, the room seeming to shrink around us. "Ethan..." I began, but he cut me off with a small shake of his head.
"Let's just say, this isn't as shocking to me as you might think.
Before I knew it, Ethan closed the space between us, his presence overwhelming in the most intoxicating way. His hands found my shoulders, firm yet gentle, as he pushed me lightly against the cool glass of the bay window in my condo for the international crowd at Mont-Tremblant to see me.
The view of the ski hill's lights sparkled behind me, but all I could focus on was him, his breath warm against my skin, his closeness making the air between us electric.
"Ethan..." I began, but my words were cut short as his lips captured mine in a kiss that was demanding, a perfect balance of control and passion. My crutches, my lifeline in this casted world I'd created for myself, clattered to the floor as he pulled them away with one decisive move.
"You won't need these tonight," he murmured against my lips, his voice low, almost a growl.
I gasped, caught between surprise and arousal, as his hands caressed my breasts and erect nipples. His lips left mine only to trail a line of heated kisses down my jaw and to my neck, where he lingered, tasting and teasing.
"Ethan, what are you..."
"Shh," he whispered, turning me facing the window, exposed while his breath was hot against my ear. One of his hands twisted my arm gently behind my back, just enough to make me feel his strength twisting my wrist. It wasn't rough, it was deliberate, in control but he could break my wrist.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice a rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
"Yes," I breathed, though my heart raced with a mix of anticipation and the unknown.
His other hand skimmed over my hip, grazing the edge of the cast, his touch lingering just long enough to make me shiver. He stepped closer, his body pressing mine gently against the glass. The cool surface was a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.
"I've been watching you, Miss Robinson, one would say stalking you," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"I see you, read your stories, watch the way you move, the way you light up when you talk about your... passions, your favourite fetishes."
I couldn't breath as his lips returned to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"And now," he continued, turning me back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with something primal, "it's my turn to show you a side of me you've never seen."
The air between us crackled, the promise of something new, something raw, hanging in the space. Ethan's hands released me, but his eyes held mine, unrelenting, as if daring me to take the next step...without my crutches.
"Come to me Miss Robinson," he commanded, his voice low and firm, a tone I had never heard from him before.
"I... I can't," I whispered, glancing down at my cast, bent and floating off the hardwood floor.
"You can," he insisted, taking a step back to give me room. "Hop to me on your good leg. I want to see you try."
The challenge in his voice made my heart race, I loved this side of him. Balancing carefully, with the smooth fabric of the Catwoman suit clinging as I moved. My left leg in the cast hung awkwardly, its weight throwing off my balance.
"Come on, an ex college gymnast like you..." Ethan urged, his lips curving into a slow smile.
I took one tentative hop forward, my bare toes on my good foot gripping the floor. The cast swung slightly as I moved, its rigidity forcing me to compensate with my hips. The motion was painful and felt awkward yet strangely empowering, my body adapting to its limits.
Another hop, and I stumbled, my arms flailing for balance. Ethan didn't move to catch me; he simply watched, his gaze intense, unwavering. I fell, landing hard on the floor. A sharp jolt of pain shot through my right arm as I instinctively reached out to break my fall. The impact was unforgiving, and I knew instantly that something was right, my arm felt wrong, weak, a dull ache quickly spreading.
I glanced up at Ethan, breathless, my cheeks flushed from both the effort and an undeniable surge of sexual excitement. My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths as I cradled my injured arm against me. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and sexually intense, his jaw tight with an expression I couldn't fully decipher.
"Can you keep going?" he asked, his voice softer now but no less commanding.
I adjusted my movements carefully, mindful of the sharp ache radiating from my broken right arm, which I cradled against my chest. My hips swayed with each pull forward, the weight of the cast on my leg grounding me in every motion. The long cast had become an extension of my body, forcing every effort to be deliberate, every movement imbued with an almost hypnotic sensuality.
The sleek curve of the cast caught the light as I crawled, my poor exposed toes flexing slightly at the end, a subtle reminder of my vulnerability. Each shift of my body sent a ripple of sensation through me, the cast and my broken arm amplifying the raw intensity of the moment. It was a balance of beauty and fragility that left me feeling utterly alive.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice sensual.
I reached him, my chest heaved as I looked up at him, my lips parted, waiting, wanting to be touched.
Ethan crouched down, his hand reaching out to cup my face. "You don't even realize, do you?" he said, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.
"Realize what?" I whispered in pain.
"How breathtaking you are with every struggle, it's mesmerizing."
My pulse quickened, his words sinking deep into my skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, and in that moment, the world fell away, leaving only us.
Steffie... 2.0
Chapter 5 to come
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Steffie... 2.0 Chapter 3
Steffie... 2.0
Chapter 3
Nicole resumed her work, her hands moving with renewed purpose as she applied the final layers of fibreglass. When she finished, she sat back, admiring her work. "There you go. One long leg cast, better than any you'd get in a hospital."
I couldn't stop staring at it. The glossy black fibreglass hugged my long and shapely leg perfectly, from the base of my foot to the top of my thigh bent at the knee. It was a perfect representation of the beauty I craved for in a leg cast, even without the pain I often yearned for.
Nicole leaned back on her heels, watching me with a knowing smile. "You look like you're in love with it." She said and before I could respond, her fingers brushed against my exposed toes, trailing gently over them. The sensation sent a shiver up my spine, equal parts tender and electric. Her touch lingered, almost reverent, she was as captivated by the cast as I was.
"You know," she moaned quietly, her gaze flickering up to meet mine, "I understand why this excites you so much. There's something... raw about it. Vulnerable."
Her hand rested lightly on the edge of the cast, her thumb tracing the boundary where fibreglass met my skin. "And these poor toes, completely exposed, so delicate and out in the open. Remember when I broke your ankle...how easy it would be to..."
I felt heat rising to my cheeks, her words and touch stirring something within me. Nicole's fascination mirrored my own, and in that moment, it was as if she could see every hidden desire for more.
I ran my fingers over the smooth, hard surface, feeling a thrill rush through me. She stood, wiping her hands on a towel. "Just take care of it, and let me know if you need any adjustments. Or... if you need anything else. You know I'm here for you"
As I stood, balancing on my crutches, Nicole stepped closer, brushing a kiss against my lips.
My heart pounded, heat that suddenly radiated through my body. Her first kiss was soft and gentle, barely touching lips against lips. But it was enough to ignite a fire within me, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue slipping into Nicole's mouth. Nicole responded eagerly, her hands moving to my back, pulling me closer while I kept my balance on my crutches, my hard cast between her legs.
With my crutches under my arms, my fingers fumbled with the buttons of Nicole's blouse, finally managing to slip it off her shoulders. I ran my hands over her bare skin, feeling the softness and the warmth beneath my fingertips. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat, a sound that sent a jolt of desire through me like it did years ago.
She stepped back, her eyes never leaving me. She slowly unbuttoned her own pants, letting them fall to the floor. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of Nicole, her body bare and beautiful.
She gestured to the couch, a small smile playing on her lips. "Sit down and rest your broken leg..."
I complied, my eyes never leaving Nicole. She moved, took away my crutches and stood between my cast and leg, her hands removing my blouse. She leaned in, her lips finding the sensitive neck. She kissed and nibbled, her hands moving to cup my breasts through my bra. I arched into the touch, a soft gasp escaping my lips.
She then climbed over my hard cast, then she unhooked my bra, her fingers teasing my nipples until they were hard and aching. I squirmed beneath her, my breath coming in short gasps. I imagined the pain I would feel if my leg was actually broken. Her hands moved lower, her fingers found the dampness between my legs, her touch sending a shock wave of pleasure through my body.
"You're so wet, Steffie," Nicole murmured, her voice low and husky. "So ready for me."
I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat. "Yes, mistress Nicole. Please..."
Her fingers slipped inside me, her thumb finding the sensitive nub at the top. I cried out, my hips bucking against her hand. She smiled, her eyes dark with desire.
"Not yet," she murmured.
I whimpered, my body aching with need. Her fingers continue their slow exploration. I could feel the pleasure building within me. Her lips found me, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I moaned out of control, my hands going to Nicole's large breasts. My orgasm hit me like a wave, my body convulsing with pleasure. I cried out, my nails digging into her back. She continued to move in and out drawing out my pleasure.
In the back of the Uber, the weight of the cast, the memory of Nicole's touch, and the quiet exhilaration coursing through me were almost too much to bear. For the first time since meeting Ethan, I felt truly alive with my hand on my cast.
I had the house to myself. The late afternoon sunlight poured through the windows, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. I moved slowly, deliberately, the crutches tucked under my arms, each step a careful balance of grace and weightlessness. The sleek black cast on my leg, contrasting with the high gloss of my sexy, bodysuit, it was my Halloween Catwoman suit.
The suit was a masterpiece. The jet-black material clung to me like a second skin, every curve emphasized by the precision stitching that highlighted my breasts, hips and waist. The open-back design offered a tantalizing glimpse of skin, while the zipper, pulled up just high enough, added a hint of mystery.
On my crutches, I felt powerful, sexy, and so alive.
I had been lost in the sensation, reveling in the faint creak of the crutches and the way the cast felt against my body, when the sound of the front door opening snapped me back to reality.
"Stephanie?" Ethan's voice called out.
My heart stopped, the crutches pausing mid-step. I hadn't expected him until tomorrow. The living room suddenly felt too open, too exposed, but there was no time to retreat. As I turned toward the doorway, Ethan walked in, his smile bright and boyish. But the moment his eyes fell on me, it faltered, replaced by something I couldn't quite decipher. His gaze swept over me, from the Catwoman suit hugging every inch of my body, my very hard nipples, the crutches under my arms and finally, the cast that immobilized my left leg from mid foot all the way up my thigh.
"Oh my god Steffie..." he began. "What happened? How did you break your leg?"
I could see the confusion etched on his face, his brow furrowing as he stepped closer. The warmth in his hazel eyes shifted to concern. I smiled, keeping my tone light.
"It's nothing," I said, the words almost playful. "Just an... experiment?"
"An experiment?" His voice was tinged with disbelief as he stopped a few feet from me.
"How badly are you hurt? When did you break your leg"
"Not in the way you think," I replied, my lips curling into a seducing smile.
He tilted his head, studying me, his confusion evident. I didn't offer any further explanation, leaving the air between us heavy with unanswered questions. I could feel his gaze lingering, tracing the line of the cast, the curve of my hips in the bodysuit, the faint sheen of sweat on my brow from crutching.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, it was charged, thick with unspoken thoughts and unacknowledged pure sexual desires. Ethan's lips parted as though he wanted to say something, but no words came. What I didn't know was that he had his own sexual fetish.
I shifted my weight, the crutches creaking softly beneath me. "Surprised?" I asked, breaking the sexual tension with a smile. His eyes snapped up to meet mine, and for the briefest moment, something flickered in them, something I couldn't quite place but that felt familiar, like recognition.
"Yeah," he finally said, his voice low. "Surprised is one way to put it, my sexy Catwoman."
The way he said it, half teasing, half breathless, sent a shiver through me. I smiled, leaning a little more into the crutches, letting the deliberate sway of my hips speak for me. Ethan's gaze followed every movement, equal parts intrigued and captivated.
We moved to the couch, though I didn't sit right away. Instead, I crutched slowly back and forth in front of him, demonstrating how the cast and crutches demanded precision. The soft click of the rubber tips against the hardwood floor filled the room, mingling with the gentle hum of his breath.
"This..." I began, pausing mid-step and letting the weight of my words settle. "This is something I've needed and done for a long time. Sometime recreational like this cast but often I needed a medical cast to calm my sexual fetish needs"
Ethan leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his expression open but cautious.
"Recreational and medical casts. It's not only about pain. It's about... vulnerability. Control. The way it forces me to move and dress differently and still be sexy and attractive. The cast, the crutches, it's all part of it.
"Medical cast? You mean broken bones?"
Steffie... 2.0
Chapter 4 to come