A/N: been in a bit of a creative rut recently so I'm reposting an old piece of mine from reddit. you can see the reddit version here!
warnings: dark cardiophilia and snvff. blood, but not very gory. dead dove, do not eat, etc.
summary: a convicted murderer eagerly helps to answer the question: what happens when someone gets shot in the heart?
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It is ten minutes to midnight, and convicted murderer Jane Doe enters the execution chamber where she will draw her last breath. At the other end of the room from her is a wooden chair with sandbags behind it. A man and a woman stand next to it; the woman in a prison warden’s uniform, and the man, in a lab coat, next to an electrocardiogram.
Jane’s hands are cuffed behind her back, with a female guard holding the chain behind her. Of course, it’s just a formality.
After all, everyone involved understands that she volunteered to be part of the experiment.
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Just six months ago she’d confessed in court to murder. She’d described it in lurid detail, in front of a jury of her peers. How she’d broken into an apartment and found a young, petite twenty-year-old blonde, later identified as Ophelia Clarke, sitting on the couch.
Ophelia had reached under a couch cushion, but Jane had been faster. She’d pulled out her gun, aimed it just under Ophelia's left breast, and pulled the trigger. Her victim had tumbled sideways on the couch, eyes wide with pain and fear. Jane had watched, fascinated, as Ophelia had gasped and writhed, her back arching and lips parting as her body struggled against the bullet that had penetrated her heart.
Jane said she’d enjoyed the way the younger woman spasmed and moaned, as if in the throes of passion, while her lifeblood slowly drained out from the small hole in her chest. At the end, Ophelia had opened her eyes, bucked one last time, and moaned the words, “Oh god…” before releasing her final breath in a sigh. By Jane’s estimation, Ophelia took a couple of minutes to die.
The jury had taken less than ten minutes to convict Jane. The judge swiftly pronounced her death sentence, and gave her a choice: the firing squad, lethal injection, or hanging. Jane had leaned forward over the dock, her ample bosom dangling over the edge, as she had enthusiastically accepted the first option.
The court sketch of the moment – capturing Jane’s coy smile, her long red hair, and the beauty spot on her left cheek, as she slowly mouthed “shoot me” – went viral.
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As Jane walks past the one-way glass of the chamber’s window, she blows a kiss to the unseen observers beyond them. She knows there are journalists out there taking down by-the-second descriptions of everything she’s doing. She’s in the limelight, for the last time, and by god, she’s going to enjoy it.
There had been multiple interview requests in the months leading up to her execution, all of which she’d accepted. A mix of big names, small-town journalists and even a handful of true crime podcasters. They all got the same story from her – exhaustion after a life of crime, boredom after years spent in and out of jail, and a simple curiosity as to what lay beyond.
Then, one day, came the scientist. He looked government in some way. Perhaps military. He had started off the way many of them did, by recounting the story Jane had told in court. Jane was ready to tell him why she’d done it, like she’d done for many others, but he didn’t ask her that.
Instead, he asked her if she’d like to help the people he worked for understand what happened when she’d killed Ophelia. A little experiment measuring what happened when someone was shot in the heart. The results would be recorded for posterity – ensuring she’d be remembered for generations to come.
Of course she’d said yes!
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The scientist is by the execution chair in a lab coat, waiting for her. He’s pulling on a pair of gloves. Beside him stands an electrocardiograph machine. She winks at him, and he nods back.
The guard gently but firmly turns Jane around as she reaches the chair and seats her down. Jane can feel her heartbeat rising as her legs are spread apart by the guard and her feet are shackled to the floor. The guard gives each shackle a tug after the straps are fastened, and Jane laughs.
“Don’t worry, ma’am. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
The guard has a nervous smile as she undoes Jane’s handcuffs. Without any prompting, Jane places her hands in the restraints on the arms of the chair and leans back, watching as the guard leans in to strap them in. She can feel the firm pressure of the soft leather on her wrists.
Finally, the guard tightens the restraint around Jane’s neck, securing it to the back of the chair. Jane’s breath involuntarily catches in her throat as a tingle of anticipation runs through her body, from the back of her neck down to her pussy.
Once Jane has been properly secured, it’s the scientist’s turn to set up. He kneels in front of her, between her legs, as he unzips her prison jumpsuit. His large, rough hands reach up to her shoulders and gently slide the top down, revealing her breasts. His palms brush across her brown areolas, and she shudders and moans softly; he chuckles as he feels her nipples have gone rock-hard.
He begins attaching the electrodes to her supple, tan skin. The cold, round pads go first under her breasts: one on the right side of her sternum under her fourth rib, and four following the curve of her fifth rib on the left side. He has to grasp and lift her left breast up to place two of the electrodes, and he looks directly into her eyes as he cups it. Jane feels herself get hot at the touch of his warm hand, and she gasps as he uses the crease between his middle and ring fingers to gently tweak her nipple.
The remaining electrodes go along the inside of her clavicle and on her sternum where the inside curves of her breasts begin. The scientist leans in while he’s attaching them. It’s close enough for him to whisper in her ear, which he does.
“I can tell you’re enjoying this, Jane.”
“Oh, yes,” she replies in a breathy whisper. “Thank you.”
“Good.”
He grazes his lips across her cheek as he pulls back and returns to his electrocardiograph. He turns it on, and a fast, steady beeping tone begins to play. A monitor opposite the one-way window displays Jane’s heart rate. 150 beats per minute. Now acutely aware of her heartbeat, Jane can feel it in the hollow of her throat, under her chin, and throbbing between her legs.
The scientist nods to the guard, who steps up to paste a paper target slightly left of centre on Jane’s chest. Directly over her heart. The guard offers Jane a hood, but Jane shakes her head, and the guard steps back.
The warden signals with her hand, the door opens, and five guards march into the room. Each wears a mask and carries a rifle with a laser sight. They line up opposite Jane. Four of them have live rounds loaded, and the fifth has a blank. The warden walks up in front of Jane, holding a piece of paper: Jane’s death warrant.
The beeping gets faster as Jane’s heart begins to race. The monitor reads 180 bpm. Jane squirms in her chair, rubbing her thighs together as pleasure builds in her loins.
“Jane Doe, you have been sentenced to death for the murder of Ophelia Clarke. As was your choice at sentencing, the sentence will be carried out by firing squad. Four bullets will be fired into your heart and you will be allowed to die with no further intervention. Sentence will be carried out at the stroke of midnight. Do you have any last words?”
With a cheeky smile and seductive gaze, Jane looks directly at the firing squad as she leans back in the chair, elbows pushed as far back as she can to present them with her bared breasts.
“Oh, you know what to do with me.”
The warden raises her hand, and the guards level their rifles. Jane looks down at her heaving chest, sees five dots dancing about the target that sits over her wildly-beating heart, and looks back up just in time to see the rifles go off.
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Impact. 200 bpm.
Four slugs of hot lead slam into Jane’s chest. She jerks forward as if punched, and a spray of blood issues forth from her lips. She feels an incredible tightness in her chest, along with an intense burning. She exhales forcefully – hhhkkkk – but when she tries to breathe in again, it feels like she can barely draw breath.
5 seconds after impact. 250 bpm.
Jane’s heart spasms around the four bullets that have penetrated it. A wave of pain radiates out from the centre of her shattered organ. She gasps and groans as her muscles contract and her body lifts itself off the chair, held in place by her restraints.
Her hands grip the arms of the chair and her toes curl. Her eyes go wide and her mouth forms into a rattling scream. Her breasts bounce to the side. The memory of Ophelia, writhing on the couch, floods into Jane’s mind.
10 seconds after impact. 150 bpm.
Jane’s body relaxes back into the chair as the wave passes. The rush that comes with this moment of relief is exhilarating; she squeezes her thighs together again. It’s enough to bring her fully over the edge.
She moans desperately – ohhhh – as her body trembles with the force of her orgasm. It travels outward and seizes her muscles, bucking her forward. Her breasts shake, her neck strains against the restraints, and her hands and feet squirm, until…
20 seconds after impact. 200 bpm.
The pain follows immediately after the pleasure. Jane’s heart begins to spasm again, but slower this time. She doesn’t arch her back fully, but her body is thrust into the back of the execution chair. She screams – aghhhh! – as the pain travels through her body, and she slams the back of her head against the headrest as she struggles.
25 seconds after impact. 80 bpm.
The spasm ends, and Jane’s muscles relax as the pain once again subsides into numbness. In the haze, Jane looks down at her chest. The bright red blood streaming down between her breasts makes a nice contrast to her skin. It’s pooling between her legs and soaking between her thighs.
Weakly, Jane raises her head to look at the scientist. Her hair is matted with sweat and hangs over her eyes. He smiles gently at her and jerks his head, as if telling her, “Go on then.”
Jane squeezes her thighs together again with what strength she has left, trying to reach a final orgasm before the life drains completely from her body.
30 seconds after impact. 60 bpm.
40 seconds after impact. 20 bpm.
Jane can feel the pleasure building in her loins again as her shredded heart slows to a crawl. She’s stopped breathing – doesn’t feel the need to any more – as one by one, her organs begin to shut down. The pain has dulled to a cold numbness. She focuses on the one feeling she has left.
50 seconds after impact. 0 bpm.
Jane feels her heart flutter for the final time, like the sputtering of a car engine, before it shudders to a stop. Her muscles tense as a flood of endorphins fills her, and her clamped thighs press together in a vice grip.
The pressure and the rush are enough to take her across the line one last time. She opens her eyes wide, arches her back and takes a last, rattling gasp as she rides the orgasm into oblivion. When it’s over, her body lets out a final, contented sigh and relaxes into the chair. The long, continuous beep of the electrocardiograph is the only sound that fills the room.
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The warden checks her watch and announces the time of death.
At exactly one minute past midnight, Jane Doe is no more.
Does Loona have a heart on the right? No, she just has a really big heart that all her chest 💖 ,her heart are audible so much that her breasts shaking and that the stethoscope did not even touch the fur you can hear it.
The climb up to her room is filled with worry, anxiousness and a little bit of lust.
My thoughts are running everywhere: I don't want to be fired; I hope she hasn't found out; I want to steth her; I hope Lea's safe; How did she learn about this; I want to palpate her neck vein; I need to fix this; I want to palpate her heart; I want to keep my job; I need to steth her-
Just a jumble of all too many things.
Before I know it, I'm at her door. I hear the shower going inside. I lightly knock on the door and hear a soft "come in". I make sure the corridor is empty, and slip inside her room. My heart pounds as I scan the room and wait for her to come out.
Promptly I hear the shower turn off, and after a few seconds Mrs. Nicole emerges from her bathroom, draped in nothing but a bathrobe, her hair wet and dripping, her face flush from the warm water, but with her glasses still on. She locks her foxy eyes on me, and walks towards her bed and sits on it, before tapping the space beside her motioning me to sit beside her on the bed.
"How've you been doing?" she asks, her silky voice alluring me, holding me in place.
"I'm doing well Mrs. Nicole. Lea and her family has treated me well, and work is going smoothly." I speak fast and slurred, trying to focus on calming my nerves. I quickly sneak a glance at her breasts against my wish and quickly flick my eyes away, noticing her very clear pulse on her neck and under her left breast, pounding away steadily and at a slightly quick pace, probably from the shower.
What I wouldn't give to place my steth there-
"And how is college? Is your studies progressing smoothly? I hope nothing's hindering your progress towards your goal" her voice is dropping steadily, doing things to me. A warm sensation grows in my lower abdomen.
"Everything's going smooth Mrs. Nicole, I'm keeping up to date with all my material." Why's she bringing up this small talk?? Is this a way to intimidate me? Is she indirectly threatening to ruin my college life?
"That's great, my dear" she says, with a hand reaching towards me a stroking my cheek. Is she....by any chance.....drunk?
"Mrs. Nicole, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?" I mean, she did call me to her room, and she has yet to tell me why.
"I hear you're a medical student, yes? You see, I am getting old, and with my age I am noticing a few problems. Every now and then, I feel slightly out of breath, and my heart palpates a lot. It lasts for a few minutes at a time. Do you have any idea what these symptoms are?"
Omg. Is this what I think it is? This can't be real. She's asking me about a heart related issue? How do I interpret this? Is she genuinely asking for my advice, or is she insinuating that she knows I do "heart checkups" on Lea?
Wait.... whatever it is, doesn't this also mean that this is my chance to finally palpate her? Finally, after dreaming about it for so long, I finally have a (questionable) reason to palpate her beautiful breast.
"are you currently feeling palpitations?" She nods eagerly, her eyes widening a bit.
"I might need to palpate your chest area, do you mind?"
"Yes dear, please, and feel free to move around my boobs, I know they're in the way and I've seen doctors having to move them aside."
I waste no time and immediately palpate over her bathrobe, above her breasts and slowly make my way down. I gently untie the front of her robe and palpate her sternum, feeling a slight sternal heave. My brain is now divided into 2 parts: Analyzing the meaning behind a sternal heave, and bathing in the sensation of how amazing her heart is. I make my way to her point of maximal impulse, and it's almost like her heart is eager for me to touch it, pushing its apex as close as possible for me to feel it with minimal efforts.
"Wow Mrs. Nicole, your heart is really amazing" I say, quickly following up with "I can feel a heave, but I might need a stethoscope to carefully listen to the valves before I give any further advise. Unfortunately I don't have mine on my right now..."
She gets up and quickly makes her way to a small compartment in her desk and pulls out a Littman stethoscope and makes her way back to me. She stands in front of me, and hands me the steth. "Wear it" She commands, and I put it on without missing a beat.
I start putting things together slowly: Why does she have a steth? How does she know that sometimes doctors move breasts of heavier build people to properly hear their heart? I can't believe I'm thinking this, but is it remotely possible that....she's a cardiophile, like me? Or is this just my wishful thinking?
"Steth me, now." She orders, and i place the cold steth on her bare skin, in the pulmonic position and there I hear it: the beautiful strong heartbeat of a sexy woman, right at my fingertips.
Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump
I stutter out a "It looks fine Ma'am."
She removes my hand of her chest and beckons me to get up. She then leans on the headrest of her bed, scoots her legs over to one side, and pats the other side.
"This position might help you hear clearer."
My mind is completely blank. I do as she says and obediently sit. She then says "I gave you the tool, now use it properly. Steth me."
I go in order saving the best for the last, first her aortic valve, her pulmonic, her tricuspid, and finally my favourite: the mitral valve.
Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump
As I go in order, her heart rate picks up from a 90 bpm to a 120 bpm, and she now starts panting, her cheeks becoming more flushed. Her pounding heartbeat is becoming more and more visible, her PMI becoming more clearer and prominent. Her neck veins are pulsating hard, and it takes all my will power to not feel it. She places one of her hands on my own and pushes it strongly to her chest.
"What are you hearing? Describe it to me."
"I hear your valves, pushing hard and fast. It sounds beautiful and strong." All my medical knowledge leaves me, and I am left alone with my leud thoughts, my pounding heart and the most beautiful muse in front of me. All I would ever need.
"I can make it go faster.....for you....." she says, slowly, looking at me intently. With her eyes fixed on me, she pulls my other hand toward her chest, slowly caressing herself with my hand. Her eyes flutter close and she bites her lip, stifling a small moan threatening to escape.
"Your heart... it's pounding so hard.... I want it to go faster."
She looks at me surprised. Now I'm the one giving her instructions. It seems to have caught her off-guard. I stop stething her and she whimpers a bit. I pull off her glasses, revealing her full face, cute and flushed, now seemingly under my control.
"Don't stop your moaning. Moan for me. Make your heart go faster for me." Her hands have become weak and fall away, and allows my fingers to play around her nipple which has been hard for a while, begging for attention. I rub it slowly, twisting it and squeezing it gently, watching the once strong woman crumble under my touch, her fierce face melting into a flushed mess due to my touch.
I fully understand why she called me to her room. She's wanted this from me. She must've noticed me staring at her and knew I was the one she needed. The way her body quivers, tells me she's wanted this for a long time now. Getting drunk was her way of letting it happen. So now, I must give her what she's asked for.
"My heart's beating fast, steth me" she tries taking control but I don't budge. I look at her coldly, waiting for that magic word.
"Please!" She begs. That's more like it. I put my weight against her body and press the steth into her chest, and she moans. The warm feeling was now fully raging in my clit, throbbing with my heartbeat.
"Can I *huff* please... listen *huff* to yours? Please?"
I remove the steth, my ears feeling lonely, and place them in hers, and guide the bell to my own apex. My heart leaps out with excitement, hammering away strongly, as if showing her who's heart is best.
"Touch yourself" I order her, and her hands go down and insert inside easily, her underwear wet in anticipation. She rubs her clit and listens to my heartbeat hammering inside, pounding harder as I watch her twitch and moan. My heart is doing this to her. I did this.
She tried to reach for my vulva but I swat her hand away, "Did I tell you to do this? No. You only touch what I tell you to." She whimpers and nods.
Seeing this strong and powerful woman obey my every word is everything I've dreamed of with her.
I lay down on her chest, listening to her raw heartbeat. This pushes her to her climax, and I feel the wave of orgasm hit both of us. As I continue to touch her nipples, and slip my other hand into her clit and rub sensually with her fingers, both covered and wet, panting and heaving, her moaning loudly. With a final quiver, she cums and collapses down into the headrest, and I leaning on her chest. We listen to each other's heartbeats in silence till we both calm down and our breathing gets regulated.
"I've wanted you to listen to my heart since Lea introduced you here" she says, in between small breaths. "I also noticed how your relationship changed recently and how she watches your heart every time you're in the room. I wanted that for me, too."
I look at her, mildly shocked that she noticed. Maybe it takes one cardiophile to understand another.
"I thought I lost that, but I noticed you never stopped looking at me. Every time you're in the room my heartbeat picks up and you notice it. Every time it shakes visibly, you're the only one who notices. I've wanted you for a long time, and I was happy when it looked like you wanted me too."
I'm filled with happiness, and am so grateful that she was on my side. I knew that Mrs. Nicole would never betray me, and that I could trust her and her heart. Because today, her heart was mine to control. She belonged to me.
I let her listen to me for a while until she fell asleep, and I monitor her heart go back to a steady 60 bpm. Her neck veins go back to being slightly visible, and her apex pulses against her chest slowly.
I let my fingers linger on her neck, her breast, her nipples and her clit, slowly massaging it. I finally get up, turn off the light, and leave the beautiful Mrs. Nicole alone.
I pack up my things and leave the house, just on time to see Lea pulling up. I wish her good night knowing that if I stayed a bit longer she would call me to her room as well, and I'd had enough work out for now.
As I reach home, I think on how now, I have 2 very different yet very beautiful hearts that belong to me, and how I look forward to playing with them in the future.
The climb up to her room is filled with worry, anxiousness and a little bit of lust.
My thoughts are running everywhere: I don't want to be fired; I hope she hasn't found out; I want to steth her; I hope Lea's safe; How did she learn about this; I want to palpate her neck vein; I need to fix this; I want to palpate her heart; I want to keep my job; I need to steth her-
Just a jumble of all too many things.
Before I know it, I'm at her door. I hear the shower going inside. I lightly knock on the door and hear a soft "come in". I make sure the corridor is empty, and slip inside her room. My heart pounds as I scan the room and wait for her to come out.
Promptly I hear the shower turn off, and after a few seconds Mrs. Nicole emerges from her bathroom, draped in nothing but a bathrobe, her hair wet and dripping, her face flush from the warm water, but with her glasses still on. She locks her foxy eyes on me, and walks towards her bed and sits on it, before tapping the space beside her motioning me to sit beside her on the bed.
"How've you been doing?" she asks, her silky voice alluring me, holding me in place.
"I'm doing well Mrs. Nicole. Lea and her family has treated me well, and work is going smoothly." I speak fast and slurred, trying to focus on calming my nerves. I quickly sneak a glance at her breasts against my wish and quickly flick my eyes away, noticing her very clear pulse on her neck and under her left breast, pounding away steadily and at a slightly quick pace, probably from the shower.
What I wouldn't give to place my steth there-
"And how is college? Is your studies progressing smoothly? I hope nothing's hindering your progress towards your goal" her voice is dropping steadily, doing things to me. A warm sensation grows in my lower abdomen.
"Everything's going smooth Mrs. Nicole, I'm keeping up to date with all my material." Why's she bringing up this small talk?? Is this a way to intimidate me? Is she indirectly threatening to ruin my college life?
"That's great, my dear" she says, with a hand reaching towards me a stroking my cheek. Is she....by any chance.....drunk?
"Mrs. Nicole, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?" I mean, she did call me to her room, and she has yet to tell me why.
"I hear you're a medical student, yes? You see, I am getting old, and with my age I am noticing a few problems. Every now and then, I feel slightly out of breath, and my heart palpates a lot. It lasts for a few minutes at a time. Do you have any idea what these symptoms are?"
Omg. Is this what I think it is? This can't be real. She's asking me about a heart related issue? How do I interpret this? Is she genuinely asking for my advice, or is she insinuating that she knows I do "heart checkups" on Lea?
Wait.... whatever it is, doesn't this also mean that this is my chance to finally palpate her? Finally, after dreaming about it for so long, I finally have a (questionable) reason to palpate her beautiful breast.
"are you currently feeling palpitations?" She nods eagerly, her eyes widening a bit.
"I might need to palpate your chest area, do you mind?"
"Yes dear, please, and feel free to move around my boobs, I know they're in the way and I've seen doctors having to move them aside."
I waste no time and immediately palpate over her bathrobe, above her breasts and slowly make my way down. I gently untie the front of her robe and palpate her sternum, feeling a slight sternal heave. My brain is now divided into 2 parts: Analyzing the meaning behind a sternal heave, and bathing in the sensation of how amazing her heart is. I make my way to her point of maximal impulse, and it's almost like her heart is eager for me to touch it, pushing its apex as close as possible for me to feel it with minimal efforts.
"Wow Mrs. Nicole, your heart is really amazing" I say, quickly following up with "I can feel a heave, but I might need a stethoscope to carefully listen to the valves before I give any further advise. Unfortunately I don't have mine on my right now..."
She gets up and quickly makes her way to a small compartment in her desk and pulls out a Littman stethoscope and makes her way back to me. She stands in front of me, and hands me the steth. "Wear it" She commands, and I put it on without missing a beat.
I start putting things together slowly: Why does she have a steth? How does she know that sometimes doctors move breasts of heavier build people to properly hear their heart? I can't believe I'm thinking this, but is it remotely possible that....she's a cardiophile, like me? Or is this just my wishful thinking?
"Steth me, now." She orders, and i place the cold steth on her bare skin, in the pulmonic position and there I hear it: the beautiful strong heartbeat of a sexy woman, right at my fingertips.
Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump
I stutter out a "It looks fine Ma'am."
She removes my hand of her chest and beckons me to get up. She then leans on the headrest of her bed, scoots her legs over to one side, and pats the other side.
"This position might help you hear clearer."
My mind is completely blank. I do as she says and obediently sit. She then says "I gave you the tool, now use it properly. Steth me."
I go in order saving the best for the last, first her aortic valve, her pulmonic, her tricuspid, and finally my favourite: the mitral valve.
Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump
As I go in order, her heart rate picks up from a 90 bpm to a 120 bpm, and she now starts panting, her cheeks becoming more flushed. Her pounding heartbeat is becoming more and more visible, her PMI becoming more clearer and prominent. Her neck veins are pulsating hard, and it takes all my will power to not feel it. She places one of her hands on my own and pushes it strongly to her chest.
"What are you hearing? Describe it to me."
"I hear your valves, pushing hard and fast. It sounds beautiful and strong." All my medical knowledge leaves me, and I am left alone with my leud thoughts, my pounding heart and the most beautiful muse in front of me. All I would ever need.
"I can make it go faster.....for you....." she says, slowly, looking at me intently. With her eyes fixed on me, she pulls my other hand toward her chest, slowly caressing herself with my hand. Her eyes flutter close and she bites her lip, stifling a small moan threatening to escape.
"Your heart... it's pounding so hard.... I want it to go faster."
She looks at me surprised. Now I'm the one giving her instructions. It seems to have caught her off-guard. I stop stething her and she whimpers a bit. I pull off her glasses, revealing her full face, cute and flushed, now seemingly under my control.
"Don't stop your moaning. Moan for me. Make your heart go faster for me." Her hands have become weak and fall away, and allows my fingers to play around her nipple which has been hard for a while, begging for attention. I rub it slowly, twisting it and squeezing it gently, watching the once strong woman crumble under my touch, her fierce face melting into a flushed mess due to my touch.
I fully understand why she called me to her room. She's wanted this from me. She must've noticed me staring at her and knew I was the one she needed. The way her body quivers, tells me she's wanted this for a long time now. Getting drunk was her way of letting it happen. So now, I must give her what she's asked for.
"My heart's beating fast, steth me" she tries taking control but I don't budge. I look at her coldly, waiting for that magic word.
"Please!" She begs. That's more like it. I put my weight against her body and press the steth into her chest, and she moans. The warm feeling was now fully raging in my clit, throbbing with my heartbeat.
"Can I *huff* please... listen *huff* to yours? Please?"
I remove the steth, my ears feeling lonely, and place them in hers, and guide the bell to my own apex. My heart leaps out with excitement, hammering away strongly, as if showing her who's heart is best.
"Touch yourself" I order her, and her hands go down and insert inside easily, her underwear wet in anticipation. She rubs her clit and listens to my heartbeat hammering inside, pounding harder as I watch her twitch and moan. My heart is doing this to her. I did this.
She tried to reach for my vulva but I swat her hand away, "Did I tell you to do this? No. You only touch what I tell you to." She whimpers and nods.
Seeing this strong and powerful woman obey my every word is everything I've dreamed of with her.
I lay down on her chest, listening to her raw heartbeat. This pushes her to her climax, and I feel the wave of orgasm hit both of us. As I continue to touch her nipples, and slip my other hand into her clit and rub sensually with her fingers, both covered and wet, panting and heaving, her moaning loudly. With a final quiver, she cums and collapses down into the headrest, and I leaning on her chest. We listen to each other's heartbeats in silence till we both calm down and our breathing gets regulated.
"I've wanted you to listen to my heart since Lea introduced you here" she says, in between small breaths. "I also noticed how your relationship changed recently and how she watches your heart every time you're in the room. I wanted that for me, too."
I look at her, mildly shocked that she noticed. Maybe it takes one cardiophile to understand another.
"I thought I lost that, but I noticed you never stopped looking at me. Every time you're in the room my heartbeat picks up and you notice it. Every time it shakes visibly, you're the only one who notices. I've wanted you for a long time, and I was happy when it looked like you wanted me too."
I'm filled with happiness, and am so grateful that she was on my side. I knew that Mrs. Nicole would never betray me, and that I could trust her and her heart. Because today, her heart was mine to control. She belonged to me.
I let her listen to me for a while until she fell asleep, and I monitor her heart go back to a steady 60 bpm. Her neck veins go back to being slightly visible, and her apex pulses against her chest slowly.
I let my fingers linger on her neck, her breast, her nipples and her clit, slowly massaging it. I finally get up, turn off the light, and leave the beautiful Mrs. Nicole alone.
I pack up my things and leave the house, just on time to see Lea pulling up. I wish her good night knowing that if I stayed a bit longer she would call me to her room as well, and I'd had enough work out for now.
As I reach home, I think on how now, I have 2 very different yet very beautiful hearts that belong to me, and how I look forward to playing with them in the future.
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