The Paramedic

By Trinity Marlow

Caught in the grip of a debilitating panic disorder, Maggie Norris finds herself in need of medical attention but unable to leave the apartment building where she lives. Her downstairs neighbor and paramedic Kyle Trieber finds her, treats her, and then suggests a rather unconventional treatment he thinks might help her control the anxiety attacks that hold her captive. She agrees to put herself at the mercy of his ropes, but will she be able to give herself fully in order to ultimately gain her freedom?

Includes rope bondage and themes of light dominance and submission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brazen Snake Books
• Release date: Feb 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781937477875

Trinity Marlow

Trinity Marlow is the pseudonym of an author of erotic fiction. She is far more adventurous on the page than she is in real life, and enjoys experiencing alternate lifestyles through her characters.

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The Paramedic

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Trinity Marlow

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The Paramedic

Copyright 2012 by Trinity Marlow

Published by Brazen Snake Books

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author's imagination, and used fictitiously.

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Chapter 1

Maggie swore as the knife sliced cleanly through the underside of her forearm, deep enough that the cut didn't even bleed right away. Her heart beat faster as the blood started flowing and she grabbed a towel off the hook above her sink to press it tightly over the wound. Sliding to the floor, she tried to stay calm, but the questions swarmed relentlessly through her mind.

What if I cut something important?

What if I pass out, and no one finds me?

What if I get gangrene and have to amputate my arm?

The last one made her mentally roll her eyes. Dramatic much, Mags? Breathe, she reminded herself quietly, forcing herself to take a breath, then let it out slow. Closing her eyes, she focused on her air intake, but the suffocating feeling in her chest wouldn't go away. Carefully pulling the towel away, she looked at the cut, knowing she needed to at least rinse it out. Another deep breath and she pushed to her feet and started the faucet, holding her arm under the water for several seconds. After a mental debate on whether to use soap or not, she opted to skip it. As she wrapped her arm in a clean towel, she debated going to the hospital for stitches. Trembling as she leaned against the counter, she knew she needed to calm down or she'd go into a full-blown panic attack. Just the thought of sitting on the floor gasping for air had her grabbing her keys and purse and running for the door.

Not this time, she thought as she went down the first flight of stairs. The elevator was broken more than it worked, and just the thought of being stuck there for any length of time made her shiver. I won't panic. I won't.

A faint voice in her head warned her that it was too late. She was already panicking, and driving was not a good idea. But she wasn't going to call the paramedics again. That was a humiliating experience she never wanted to go through again, even though the men had been kind and stayed until she was able to function again.

Gasping for air, she stopped on the second floor, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. All too aware that she was wheezing air in gulps and shaking harder by the second, she slid down the wall to the floor, pulse racing and face hot as she prayed no one would come by. She never should have left her apartment. Bringing her knees up, she hugged them with her arms, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried again to control her breathing.

A door opened, then shut, and she shrank back tight against the wall, hoping whoever it was wouldn't see her.

Shhh...it's okay, a mellow, soothing voice spoke close to her ear. I'm a paramedic. I can help you.

Maggie shook her head. Go away. I'll be fine. Just...I just need to calm down. I didn't mean to disturb anyone. She opened her eyes and turned toward the man, her pulse ratcheting up another notch at the sight of his bare, perfectly sculpted torso. Her own issues forgotten for a moment, she stared, mesmerized. How long had it been since she'd seen a man that enticing outside of a magazine? You...ah...you're not...you're a paramedic?

He cocked his head, looking confused for a minute, then glanced at his chest. Flashing her a grin, he chuckled. "I might have to start going to work without a shirt, if that's the