Chapter 12: The Flare-Up

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Sensing Lauryn Tibbert's tension, Leonard Zimmerman deliberately pressed against her breasts. Just as Lauryn was about to explode with rage, he finally pulled away. Licking his lips, Leonard thought, as enticing as Daisy Warth was, she was a bit older. Lauryn had that fresh, intoxicating innocence about her-it was addictive. "Got your whiff now, huh?" Lauryn snapped through gritted teeth. Being taken advantage of on her first day left her thoroughly annoyed. "Mmm, you smell amazing," Leonard replied without a hint of shame. "So, can you treat me or not?" Lauryn demanded. "Yes, but you'll have to stay here-this will take some time." Lauryn settled in, but Leonard didn't feel much joy about having this drop-dead gorgeous city girl under his roof. He had plans with Heidi Casson that night, and this unexpected guest threatened to ruin his evening plans. Leonard kept busy seeing patients, leaving Lauryn to her own devices. No flare-up meant she was her usual energetic self. As night fell, Leonard rolled down the metal security gate. Lauryn followed behind him like a curious kid as he led her upstairs and tidied up the room at the far end. "From now on, you'll stay here," he said. "You're eating whatever I'm eating-no fuss." Lauryn nodded, dropping her luggage. Not a bad place, really. Seeing Lauryn had no complaints, Leonard headed straight downstairs to the kitchen. He'd barely turned on the stove when a racket broke out upstairs. He rushed up immediately. Lauryn lay on the bed, her face twisted in pain, one hand clutching her chest and the other gripping the crisp white sheets. Was she having an episode? Leonard flew downstairs and grabbed his Thirteen Phantom Needles set from the drawer. When he returned, Lauryn was curled up on the bed. Her white dress was torn to shreds, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, damp bangs plastered to her face. Her beautiful eyes were glazed, lips parted, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth onto the sheets. The hem of her dress had ridden up, exposing the tops of her pale thighs. Her legs were pressed tightly together, white lace panties barely visible. Leonard stood frozen for a moment. If he hadn't known about Lauryn's condition, she looked just like a woman left wanting-wound up and desperate for release. It was a mesmerizing sight. Leonard felt himself stiffen, but saving her came first. He rushed over, positioning her body. With a sharp rip, he accidentally tore open the front of her dress. Revealing a pink lace bra underneath. "Mmm... mmm... what... what are you doing?" Lauryn felt someone touching her. Her consciousness flickered as she spoke weakly. "Don't move!" Leonard swallowed hard, then straddled Lauryn to keep her from thrashing and so he could work. His hips pressed against her lower belly as she struggled, the friction against his most sensitive area nearly overwhelming. Leonard quickly opened the needle set. One hand pressed down on Lauryn's shoulder to keep her still, while the other reached behind her to unhook her bra. "It hurts... save me... it hurts so much..." Lauryn whimpered. She had a rare heart condition-during episodes it felt like her chest was on fire, heat flooding her body. Left unchecked, it could cause brain damage and cardiac arrest. "Don't move, I'll save you right now!" Leonard swiftly unhooked her bra and deftly inserted the first silver needle into her pericardium meridian, slowing the attack. The slight sting drew a soft, breathy moan from her: "Ah…" Leonard fought against his growing arousal as he inserted the second needle. As the second needle went in, Lauryn began to regain some awareness. She looked down, saw her bra was gone, and Leonard's hand between her breasts, with several silver needles sticking out of her upper chest. "Pervert!" Lauryn blushed furiously. No man had ever seen her chest before-now this stranger had got an eyeful. And he'd even put his hand in her cleavage! How could she not be livid? Lauryn reached out to hit Leonard, but her arm was weak. Her fingers brushed against his lips. Leonard instinctively took Lauryn's fingers into his mouth. Her scent hit him as her fingers felt velvety soft. Leonard was drenched in sweat, part concern for Lauryn and part from temptation. The moment he'd unhooked her bra, the sweetness of her scent had him hard, pressed against her belly. Lauryn's figure was flawless-he was completely captivated. "What are you doing!" Lauryn panicked as Leonard sucked on her fingers. She tried to pull away, but his mouth held her fast. Leonard kept a straight face, continuing to insert needles while working her fingers with his tongue as if savoring them. Lauryn was both furious and afraid, powerless to resist. Leonard inserted the eleventh needle into Lauryn's chest. Her whole body went limp, her fingers slack in his mouth as she stared at him with wide, helpless eyes while he took liberties. He released her fingers, letting them fall to the sheets. One hand lingered on her chest, the other moved downward. The last two needles went at the perineum-which meant taking off her panties! "Please... please let me go. What are you trying to do?" Lauryn sensed Leonard's intentions and sobbed, tears streaming down her face. Hadn't it been enough that he'd already seen her chest? Did he want to see everything now? "Heh. Serves you right for acting so tough today," Leonard grinned, leaning in, his warm breath on her ear. Her ears were a weak spot; the warmth sent a shiver through her. Waves of tingling sensations surged through her body. She was anxious and angry but utterly powerless, her face pale with fear. "I'll be good, I promise! Please let me go," Lauryn trembled. Was he really going to take advantage of her? If so, she'd rather die. "Too late for that." Leonard's hand had already reached her lace panties. With a swift motion, he pulled them down. Lauryn cried out, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. She'd been so fierce and proud when she arrived, but now she was as helpless as a frightened rabbit.

Chapter 12: The Flare-Up

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