Undefiled Queen

Stephen’s pov

Seven days later….

Merlyn was doing physiotherapy to me. Side Leg Lifts. The first paraplegic leg exercise involved slipping the front half of my foot into the loop of the leg lifter,

Knees to Chest, Ankle Rotations, Ankle Pulls, Hamstring Stretch, Knee Extensions, Seated Elliptical and Seated Marches.

I had suffered an accident followed by a stroke. The primary objective of stroke rehabilitation is to restore lost strength and balance on legs, functional Independence with task-specific training. The physiotherapist plays a very crucial part here.

The treatment also consists of frequent psychiatric sessions for emotional wellbeing. Merlyn accompanies me to every such session to boost my morale. My physiotherapy is done in such a way to prevent complications and recurrences and also stresses on improved quality of life. Sometimes when I lose hope that I will not be able to walk again she is there with me, becomes my counselor to let my spirits not go down.

My body was completely covered in sweat doing the extensive physiotherapy. It felt too tiresome for me. I did not feel this much exertion even while doing workouts when I was physically stable. But Merlyn was a tough teacher. She wouldn’t spare me a single exercise and was heavily bent on making me walk in the next two months.

She wipes the sweat on my forehead with a napkin and then orders me again to touch my toes leaning over. “My feet went numb long ago when I met with the mishap. I do not feel my toes anymore.” I complain like a small child going breathless with pain while trying to hold my toes.

“You will very soon. Look, your back stretches better than yesterday.” She giggles. I do not know from where she gets all that positivity. But no matter whatever my thoughts are, every time I see her in smiles it lifts my spirits.

“Stephen, you are soon going to walk.” She cheered when I was finally able to touch my toes and not only touch but hold them for a minute.

Everyday before having breakfast, I have one hour of physiotherapy with Merlyn. And then after breakfast I have a few more which are not much difficult.

A week has passed and I already feel a change in the lower part of my body. I could move my legs easily though I still needed time to walk. Merlyn’s perseverance to help me stand on my legs had brought this change in me. If I was the only person here, I would have given up and gone attached to the wheel chair for the rest of my life but she would not allow that to happen at any cost.

She would maintain me on a strict diet, cook my meals by herself without engaging cooks and serve me warm everyday since I am not supposed to eat cold stuff. Even on a weekend she would personally cook for me so that I always eat fresh food. It appears more like it is her penance than mine to see me hale and hearty. Nuts are a very good option for my early recovery which are included in my daily diet along with sizable portions of carrot, beetroot, okra, and asparagus along with white meat.

I got her family shifted here. It has been two days since they got back to New York though I’m yet to meet my daughter. My heart thumps in delight whenever the thought of her comes to my mind. Yesterday I was supposed to meet her but the pain in my legs was so severe after the exercise that I was not even able to move them. Forfeiting my office I stayed at home sleeping all day like a drunkard. Today I was all set to go when my secretary called and informed me, shs arranged for an emergency meeting with Chinese delegates.

But nobody is going to stop me this time. I promised myself, I will finish the meeting with the Chinese and soon I will meet my daughter. “I do not want to do heavy physiotherapy today. My legs ache and I was not able to walk yesterday. Abby arrived in New York two days ago. Yet I have not gone to meet her. I want her in my home. She is my daughter but you keep her with your aunt away from me because you need to cook and give me physiotherapy. You should understand Merlyn, physical improvement can only be possible when the patient is psychologically happy.” My voice slightly rose in anger.

“I know the level to which you can exercise being your physiotherapist. Pain in the leg yesterday was not due to excessive physiotherapy but because of irregular exercising. I know that you avoided knee extension exercise the day before yesterday when I went to the kitchen to cook a meal for you. You are worse than a toddler.” She twisted her lips in dissatisfaction looking at me.

‘How did she know about it?’ I bit the inside of my cheek and gave her a naughty grin. Time to seduce my little miss muffin since she is angry at me.

I pulled her into my lap and directed her head up so that I could have a better axis to kiss her. My tongue leapt into her mouth, occupying it as my territory.

Slowly her hands went to my head pulling my hair as I sucked away all her juice like a butterfly sucks honey from a flower.

Her moans were like a fuel igniting fire in me as I pulled her more into me if it was possible.

Out chests brushed with each other, hard against soft. My manhood immediately went erect feeling her leaps and valleys to my skin.

One of my hands went between us and squeezed her breast while the other held her against me firmly in place.

A loud long moan left her as I squashed her melon. “Do you want more, my baby?” I asked her in a sly grin knowing fully well I had been cent percent successful in diverting her anger upon me to lust.

She frantically nodded her head, unable to form words. In a teasingly slow manner I removed the buttons of her shirt. She was already breathless staring into my eyes in wantonness. I smirked at her helplessness. Whatever it was between us I was enjoying every bit of it.

My orbs locked with hers turning darker with desire. Her optics gradually crawled down, peering to my lips. She slid her tongue out and wet her brims.

There was no way I could control the rapture burning us any longer. I roughly pulled her into me and kissed her long, passionately and hungrily for several long minutes until both of us turned breathless for want of breath.

She looked at me top to bottom, heat radiating from our bodies in hungriness for the other.

I brushed my thumb on her bottom lip and she was quick enough to grab it into her mouth and suck it.

The warmth of her mouth accompanied with darkened flavor in her eyes while staring at me was enough in me to take her right there.

“Walk to our bed.” I ordered her while wheeling my chair to the bedroom.

She did not take a second to comply while I followed her on my wheels.

As soon as I was inside, she locked the door and gradually removed the buttons of my shirt while kissing me on the chest.

“Oh my God, Flower,” I groaned, held her hair and pulled away her face slightly from my chest to kiss her like a crested cuckoo thirsty for ages.

Within the next couple of seconds, we were fully naked. My lips at once latched to her breast. She slightly raised her top body and a long erotic moan left out of her.

She started pleasuring herself while I sucked her bristol. “That part of yours is mine, my Flower.” I took her hand away and started rubbing her clitoris with my own finger.

I took the soft flesh between the folds of her womanliness, pressed it and then gently pulled it playing her bud. Moans rained out of her like a storm which pleased me greatly.

Her hands in return went to my manhood masturbating me. Soft, low groans went out of me as she pleased me. My eyes went automatically closed.

I directed her between my legs, inserted my ‘long’ into her mouth and began to oral fuck her. My penis went deep into her throat. The tip of my shaft caressed her tonsils as her lips continued to move through the length of my organ.

I was close to nirvana. My movements became faster and deeper into her mouth, almost choking her to death but she continued to hold me up in her mouth.

When I was on the brink of my orgasm, I removed myself from her mouth. I lifted her to her feet and directed her back to the bed.

Later we changed our places. I want to pleasure her as much as she did to me. Slowly I started to penetrate in and out of her. “Jesus, this feels so wonderful.” She whispered.

“It is not Jesus. It is me, Stephen you have to call. Do you need me, my Flower?” I asked her, stopping what I was doing to her.

She went helpless all the way, pleading with me to continue what I was doing to her. “Say my name Flower.”

My muscled arms went around either side of her head as I continued to bonk her faster, harder and deeper.

“Oh my God Stephen,” she slightly raised up her top body supporting herself on her elbows and was seeing what I was doing to her.

“Yeah, that’s my name. Do you like it, sweetheart?” I asked her in a conceited grin and squeezed her breast.

She bit her lip to arrest her mewl and breathed the words. “I love it so much.”

There was this irresistible pull between us like we were inseparable love birds. She was slowly going to higher and higher states of pleasure.

“Sweet heavens, Stephen, this is a paradise on earth.” She pulled my hair directing my lips to hers to kiss me.

“I am glad you are enjoying this, my baby.” I called pulsing almost reaching my own hike of bliss.

“Fucking Jesus, you are dripping juices baby.” I wanted to pleasure her more. So I slid one of my fingers into her clit, rubbing her bud while I rode her to the threshold of heaven.

“Ah, I am going to come now Stephen.” Her moans turned louder and harsher.

“I am glad you are enjoying the making of love my darling.” I increased my pace to add pleasure for her.

“Oh my…. Stephen..” She squeaked, her eyes gaped back at me as big as saucers and face drenched with sweat, lips chapped with my extensive kissing and slightly parted. In short she was looking beautifully fucked.

I knew she was reaching her supreme ecstasy. Seconds later just like I wanted, she slithered like a snake reaching her best hitting orgasm.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I wiped the tears crawling out from the edge of her eyes as she peered back at me motionless With one hard plunge deep into her, my manhood sizzled copious and I emptied my seeds into her.

“That was the best sex I had with you in my life.” I whispered going stationary on top of her.

“Me too.” Her voice was almost unheard, closing off her eyes.

My manhood is still vibrating inside her post cum. I struggled with my unmoving body subsequently to slide beside her on the bed and pulled her to my chest.

We did not know how and when we fell asleep. Thankfully it was the weekend and I did not have to go to work because by the time I woke up it was eight in the morning.

Merlyn was still soundly sleeping beside me. But our uninterrupted deep slumber was disturbed by the unexpected ring of her phone ten minutes later.

She picked up the call after four rings with a groggy ‘hello’ and within a couple of seconds hearing the words of the speaker on the other line I could see she was fully awake. Her face, which was peaceful until then, had an untoward twist of emotions. She quickly ran to the toilet, put on her clothes at jet speed and ran out.

“What is the problem, Merlyn?” My words only hung up in the air and she was already out of the house.