Текст книги "Bender"

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CAMDEN AND I HAD FOUND OURSELVES a new routine over the past week. Which was probably a good thing, because he liked routines. He woke up before I did and would go for a run. By the time I rolled out of bed, he would already be downstairs making me breakfast. We’d eat together then I’d head off to my classes. The day always seemed to drag by, because I was anxious to see him. Between school and work, they took up too much time. Being able to see Camden at the end of a long ten hours was like my own little special reward. That was not to say that we haven’t had a few minor hiccups. Living with Camden and being in a relationship with him were two very separate entities. He could be very pushy. Like, which room we were sleeping in. He grumbled about buying me a new bed and needing to break it in. And we really did almost break it the other night, but I liked his bed. It smelled like him, and it was cozy. Then we had an issue over him paying for things when we went out. I liked to pay my own way when we went places, but Camden said I wasn’t letting him be the man in the relationship. He said it made him feel good to know that he was taking care of me. I understood the words behind what he was saying, but convincing me that he needed to take care of me, when I’ve always taken care of myself, was a whole other issue. And apparently arguing in front of the movie theater about such a thing was grounds for a good spanking in the bedroom. I didn’t mind. Yep, Camden was quite the man to adjust to. I really liked everything about him, but he was an extremely dominant man in every aspect of his life. Control was the name of the game with him. He thrived on knowing that he could get me to submit. I was more than okay with it, but I certainly put up a good fight before I gave in. The more I fought, the harder he gave it to me. It became an interesting give and take.

I was just getting off work after a particularly hellish day of filing and was heading to the gym. It was something that had become part of the routine. Listening to music in the car perked me up and by the time I pulled into the parking lot, I was feeling particularly feisty. Camden had sent me some text messages earlier in the day about what he wanted to do to me when I got home, when he knew damn well I’d be sitting in my office blushing. An idea hit me, and I decided I was going to get back at him. Grinning in my car, I knew I’d totally pay for it, but it was going to be epic nonetheless. Grabbing my iPod I got out of the car and walked into the gym. The girl that usually sat in the front was already gone for the day, but Camden was just coming out of a back room when he saw me walk in.

I loved the smile that spread across his face before he said, “Hey Blue.”

He came around the counter and put his arms under mine, lifting me up and bringing his mouth down in a crushing kiss. My legs were dangling so I wrapped them around his waist. Oh God a girl could get used to this. “Hey back,” I said, pulling my mouth away.

His hands were gripping me under my butt. His kiss alone was enough to turn me on, but when he held me like this, like I weighed nothing, I felt like I was floating on cloud nine. People were walking around us, but we continued on as if we were the only two in the gym. Camden asked me a few questions about my day, then set me down. I was wearing a white button-down blouse, and black dress pants with heels, so I still needed to change. I was scheming how I would get behind the front desk and do what I needed to, I just crossed my fingers he wouldn’t pick up on it.

“I’m going to go change real quick. Be right back.” I got up on my tip toes and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Ouch.” I reached out for his arm.

His eyebrows came down in concern. “What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”

I lifted one of my heels up. “No, not really. These shoes are giving me a blister, and it’s rubbing the back of my heel. Do you have a first aid kit back here that I could get a Band-Aid from?”

He helped me over to the chair behind the desk and pulled open a drawer. “Yeah, help yourself. I need to go check on my client real quick. See you in a few minutes.”

Camden walked over to some machine where an older gentleman was pulling on a cord while standing. I still had no idea what those things were called. Didn’t matter. I needed to focus, I was on a mission. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my iPod and connected it to the stereo that played throughout the gym. I had to wait until the song that was currently playing was over before I could hit play on my own playlist otherwise Camden would be on to me. I got it all set up, and the first song started playing. I looked around to see if anybody noticed the difference in music but fortunately they were none the wiser. I smiled to myself. Oh man I was going to be in so much trouble. Getting up from the chair I went to the locker room and made quick work of changing out of my work clothes and into a pair of capri black stretch pants and a tank top with a built-in sports bra. I came back out into the main part of the gym, and Camden had shifted to the free weights, spotting his client. He looked over at me and smiled. I enjoyed seeing this side of Camden. Although I still loved ‘brooding Camden’ as well.

Smiling back, I went over to the mats and stretched out my legs. Every time the song changed my heart rate would spike. I had no idea when the song was going to play. Eventually I got up and moved to a treadmill. I figured I’d do a little cardio and get my body warmed up, and then hopefully Camden would be done with his session and could help me on the weights. Stepping on, I set my pace. I was going at a slow speed, gradually increasing at every minute interval. I was almost done with my warm-up when it happened. The sound of a flute floated through the gym, and a very familiar tune began to play. There was a collective round of groans from the ten or so people who were working out, and a few of them said, “What the fuck are we listening to?” I bit the inside of my cheek and tried to maintain my composure. It was quite the change to go from a “Woe Is Me” song to “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion. I kept my pace on the treadmill refusing to make eye contact with the one person who I knew was glaring at me.

“Hey Brooks, I think your stereo’s broken,” one of the regular weight lifters called from across the gym.

Several people chuckled, but the song continued to play. I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, and I decided to grow a pair and meet Camden’s stare. My treadmill was directly in front of a set of mirrors that allowed me to view the entire gym behind me. My dark brooding man was standing in the same spot that he had been in when I started my warm-up. His eyes were almost black and narrowed into slits. His stance was rigid, and his chest was moving up and down. I knew smiling right now probably wasn’t in my best interest, but what the hell…I liked to live crazy. Looking directly at him I lifted my shoulders in a very casual shrug as if to say, ‘what’? Which I followed up with a sly smirk. He gave me the slightest head shake. Oh he was mad. My heart was in my throat, but I continued to act like I hadn’t just announced to the whole gym that Camden was a closet Celine fan. I pried my eyes away from his and kept trucking along on the treadmill, knowing that something big was coming my way. A couple of minutes passed, and I could see that he was still in the same spot in my peripheral vision. Crap! Maybe I went too far. He couldn’t actually be mad at me for this. I might have played the song, but we were the only ones that knew why. Maybe I should go apologize to him. Just as I thought that, I noticed Camden going from person to person saying something. One by one, everybody gathered their things and made their way out of the gym. What was he doing? Was he kicking everyone out? As the last person left, I watched in the mirror as he followed them and locked the door behind them. Then he went to the stereo and shut it off. The only sound was my feet pounding down. When he turned, his face was unreadable. Holy shit, he kicked everyone out, and I was about to get bitched out. Why, oh why, did I have to be an idiot sometimes?

Camden stalked toward me as I bumped up the speed on the treadmill. I wondered if maybe he’d just go away if I ignored him. I went from walking to jogging to running in a very short period. My freaking thighs were on fire before, but now they were screaming at me. Camden came to stand beside me while I stared straight ahead and refused to look at him.

“Keegan.”

“Yeah?”

“Keegan.”

“Uh huh?”

“You know you’re in trouble right?”

“I’m sorry, what’s that?” I tried to play dumb. Pushing my luck a little bit more I started humming the song, picking it up where it left off.

The grin I saw spreading across his face out of the corner of my eye gave me the chills. “You. Are. In. Trouble,” he emphasized each word.

I held my hand up to my ear. “I can’t hear you. Maybe you should wait till I’m off of here then we can talk.” For starters I was so out of breath I thought I would pass out. Second I’d like to believe that I could wait him out, but at this rate, I’d be in v-fib, and he’d have to shock my heart back into a normal rhythm.

I saw his arm move out in front of me, and he pulled the red cord that was attached to the emergency stop. The belt below me came to an abrupt halt, and my forward momentum almost made me fall. Camden reached out to steady me. Helping me off, I bent over at the waist and put my hands on my knees, trying to slow my breathing. A bottle of water was placed in front of my face, and I took it. Tipping my head back, I chugged as much as I could, then dumped the rest of it over my head. It was too damn hot in here. I wiped my eyes and noticed that Camden was watching me with a lust I had yet to see from him before.

Leaning against the mirror he crossed his arms over his chest in a casual stance. When he did that it made him look huge. “Can you breathe?”

“Yes.” My chest was still rising and falling in a heavy pattern.

“Are we still playing that you can’t hear what I’m saying?”

“I wasn’t playing.”

He smirked. “Hmmm… can you hear me now?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course I can hear you.”

The smirk that was there abruptly went away. It was replaced by a darkened expression. “Good, now let’s talk. You’re playing a very dangerous game Keegan. And I’m assuming that you probably knew that.” His russet-colored eyes never left mine. “You’re a smart girl. Which also means that that little stunt you pulled, you did it with intention. Were you testing me to see what sort of punishment I’d dole out?”

He hit the nail on the head, but I couldn’t let him know that. Everything about him screamed sex right now, and my body was quivering in anticipation. His posture, the way that his eyes sparkled with possibility, his clenching jaw; these were all signs that Camden was revving himself up for something big. I had to clear my head. Put on your poker face Keegan. “No of course not. It was just a silly little prank.”

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “My, my, you’ve been a naughty girl.”

I put my hands on my hips, showing a display of indifference. “Oh cut it out Camden. You could laugh you know. It was a joke, it was funny. You know, ha, ha funny?”

“Am I laughing?”

“No, but you’re always a hard ass.”

When his smile spread, his teeth gleamed from the lights. He looked positively vicious. The hard edge of him that seemed to tip the scales of mean and dominant. It was everything that I loved about this side of him. My sex clenched, knowing that I was just making it worse for myself by egging him on.

“Oh you have no idea how hard I can be, Blue.”

“I’m shaking in my sneakers Camden.”

I dropped my arms and started to turn to walk away. He stepped in real close causing me to halt my next movement. His breath blew across my now cooling skin. “I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do to make this right, and I suggest you don’t make me repeat myself. My control is quickly fading Keegan. Don’t speak, but nod that you understand.”

His voice was low and threatening. All of the anticipation and build led me to this moment. He really was close to snapping, and I knew better than to push him again. I did what he asked.

“Good girl. Now I want you to go to that little machine over there in the corner, and I want you to take everything off. There had better not be a single scrap of clothing left on your gorgeous body by the time that I get over there or I’ll bend you over and spank you till your ass is flaming red. Nod if you understand.”

I swallowed hard and shook my head in understanding. Camden walked away from me, going into one of the rooms where they hold classes, disappearing behind the door. I turned and walked to where he said he wanted me. The machine he sent me to was called a leg adductor. It was one in which you sit down, and set your legs into two different leg rests. You could add or subtract weight according to what your tolerance was, but it was meant for you to be able to squeeze your thighs together and the weights would pull them back open. Holy shit, he wants me on this thing completely naked and spread eagle? But I would be totally open and exposed. Every part of my being was shaking with anticipation but, could I be this brazen in front of him and let him see me this way? Did I even have a choice? Of course I knew the answer to that question. If I didn’t comply, Camden would come up with something else that would be even worse. Despite my nerves kicking in, I was also curious about what he wanted to do with me. This machine had a lot of possibilities. With shaking hands I began to strip. I took off my tank top, shoes, and yoga pants. I was standing there in nothing but a pair of blue boy cut underwear. I covered my breasts with my arm. Looking up, Camden had stepped out of the room with something dangling from his hand. He had dimmed the lights while he was in the back so I couldn’t make out what he was holding. He paused when he looked over at me. He looked positively carnal.

“Everything Keegan. Do not hide yourself from me.”

Bravely I dropped my arms from my breasts but thankfully my hair was flowing over my shoulders and covered most of me. His eyes narrowed. Hooking my fingers in my underwear I turned around, giving him my back, and slowly slipped my panties over my hips, letting them fall in a pool at my feet. I heard a low rumble across the space.

“Happy?” I said in a seductive voice.

“Very. Now not another word. Do you understand?”

I glanced at him over my shoulder, licking my lips. “Yes.”

I stood completely still, waiting for him to come to me. I watched him move behind the desk and turn the music back on. Instead of the heavy beat of hard rock, it was the alluring sound of the bass. It was a sound that drew you in and made you want to sway your hips from side to side in a tantalizing dance. One that had I still be wearing clothes, I would have gladly removed them once more. Awolnation’s “Sail” carried through the speakers, and Camden started walking toward me. His dark brown eyes were feral. Every beat of the music that brought him closer to me, my heart kicked up another notch. He chose this song on purpose. He knew it would affect me in every possible way. The sound reverberated through my already high-strung body. He stalked toward me in slow motion. Like a wild animal sneaking up on its prey, and I was his next meal. My legs quivered, ready to give out. And they would, when he touched me, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up a second longer. He was only a few feet away now. He glanced down my body. Everywhere his eyes touched was like a fire licking at my skin. I was already soaking wet with need, but him being just out of reach was unbearable. My need was too great. The sigh that came from my parted lips was more like a moan. His eyes shot up to mine. He shook his head so subtly I wouldn’t have seen it had I not been staring at him.

When he finally spoke, his voice was a full octave lower than normal. “You’re going to sit down and put your legs in the rests. I want your hands on the handles by your side and don’t even think about moving, or I’ll make this worse for you.”

“Worse?” My voice shook, giving away my anticipation.

He raised his eyebrow. “What did I say about talking?”

Gulping, I took a step toward the machine and sat down. Reluctance was kicking in in full force. If the music wasn’t so loud, I was certain he’d be able to hear my heart. My bare butt touched the cool plastic of the chair but quickly warmed. I put my hands where he instructed then hesitated. I felt like I needed to give myself a pep talk to do this. Camden didn’t say anything. He saw the indecision on my face, but stood there, allowing me to work through my discomfort on my own. I appreciated him doing that. It assured me that despite being on the edge, this wasn’t just about him. He wanted me to feel good too. He cared. I brought my eyes up to his when I felt that I was ready and watched him when I put my left leg up first. I wasn’t entirely uncomfortable just yet, but when I lifted my right leg and placed it in the holder, I felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. I knew what I looked like right now. My pussy was completely exposed to him, and he could see every inch of me down there. I was slick with desire, and no doubt it was showing. Camden’s eyes left mine, and he looked down. I gripped the handles tightly, wanting desperately to cover up, but I wouldn’t do it. I wanted to be confident with Camden. I wanted to know that the mere sight of me brought him to his knees. I wanted to be the girl who could open herself up and feel like I owned him.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispered.

I broke eye contact and looked at the object that Camden had carried over. He was holding two resistance bands. They were each about three foot long, and my curiosity sparked. What was he planning on doing with those? I didn’t have to think about it too long. He took a step toward me, and squatted by my right side. Being this close to him, I could smell the underlying scent of his soap. It was mouthwatering. Camden started making short work of tying a knot around my wrist and securing it to the handle that I was holding. The rubber against my skin wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the softest material either. When he felt like it was tight enough, he went to my other side and did the same thing. I’d never been tied down to anything before, let alone a piece of workout equipment. My blood was scorching, and I could feel it thrumming through my veins. I didn’t like the idea of not being able to move. Other than being able to squeeze my legs shut, I had no mobility. I was trapped and unable to do anything to hide or protect myself if things went further than what I was okay with. I was about to tell Camden that I didn’t think I could do this when he looked up at me. Underneath the ferocity of his stare was something that I didn’t expect to see. There was understanding and gentleness. He was pleased that I was letting him take me this far. Bringing his hand up, his palm cupped my cheek. I leaned into his touch. With a subtle nod, I knew the tenderness was over.

He stood up over the top of me in a very domineering fashion. I could see the clear outline of his cock through his gym shorts. Camden was rock hard, and all I wanted to do was take him in my mouth. I had no idea what he was going to do, but the not knowing was part of the fun. Apparently he wasn’t done restraining me. I thought I’d be able to keep some mobility of my legs, except he leaned over and added enough weight to the machine that bringing my legs together was no longer an option. I glared at him.

“That’s right Blue, get pissed at me. But don’t worry, you’re going to enjoy this just as much as I am.”

Using one of his hands he reached up and pinched one of my nipples hard enough to make me cry out. Leaning down he took the sensitive peak into his mouth and soothed it with his warm tongue, rolling it between his teeth. The pain then pleasure sent a bolt of pleasure to my center. Camden was switching back and forth between pinching and sucking. He did this over and over, and my eyes rolled back. When he felt that he’d given my breasts enough attention he stood back up and looked down at me. Gripping his cock he rearranged himself. Was he trying to drive me crazy? Why wasn’t he getting naked too? I wanted to see him in all his magnificent glory. Camden had one of the most incredible bodies I’d seen on a man. I’d been around him plenty of times walking around the house, or here in the gym with nothing but a pair of shorts on. The tight corded muscle of his arms and back were solid. His abs had defined ridges that were made for a woman’s fingers to smooth over. And his V… it taunted me. Everything about Camden was a tease. I wanted my hands on him all the time. His tanned skin was smooth and flawless. He screamed sex.

“I’m going to taste every inch of your body with my tongue. And in case that’s not enough, I think I’ll fuck you until your pussy is red, throbbing, and dripping with my cum.”

Holy shit, he’d never spoken to me like this before. I wanted to respond so badly, but I knew it wasn’t allowed. Biting my lip, I waited for his next move. Dropping down to his knees, Camden brought his face up close and personal to my open flesh. I closed my eyes trying to hide the embarrassment I felt creeping in. I’d never let a man do this before, and Camden and I hadn’t crossed this boundary until now. It was mortifying. Using one of his fingers, he dragged it around the lips of my vulva, but never once touched me where I wanted him the most. He did several passes, causing the build within me to boil over. I shifted my hips, and he brought his forearm down to hold me in place.

“Do you want to taste yourself?”

I shook my head. Doing something like that had never seemed appealing, not even out of curiosity. When Camden flicked his finger over my swollen clit, I shouted out. The tension in my body was palpable, and I shook hard. He swirled his fingertip over the tender nerves several more times, and I felt like I was ready to explode.

“I’m done asking. You’re going to lick all of the juices off, and I want you to describe to me how you taste. Then I’m going to lap up every last drop when you come in my mouth.”

He made me heady with need. I didn’t want to refuse him. Giving me his pointer finger, Camden brought it up to my lips, and I parted them enough to let him slip it in. Drawing in his finger with my tongue, I licked off what he was offering me. It was nothing like I expected it to be. I enjoyed watching his eyes grow wide with my boldness. When he withdrew he gave me an expectant look.

“I taste salty and sweet all at the same time. Sort of like a salted caramel apple.”

He grinned in approval. “One of my favorite desserts.”

His mouth went down on me, and I felt like a caged animal wanting to break free. The sensation sent me into overload. He lapped at my open folds over and over until I was mewling and begging for more. I had no idea that this was just the start. When he latched onto my clit, stars shot across my vision, and I screamed out in pleasure. The music that was floating in through the air disappeared. I had tunnel vision, and the only thing I could comprehend was what Camden was doing to me, and that I needed more now. I tried lifting my hands to grab his hair and hold him to me, to tell him that I didn’t want him to stop, but there was no movement. I’d forgotten that I was tied down. My fingers curled into fists, and my nails bit into my palms.

“Untie me Camden, I want to touch you. I need to touch you,” I ground out through my teeth. He chuckled, sending vibrations straight through my core.

He looked up at me, his brown eyes dancing with mischief. “In your dreams Blue. I said I’d make you feel good, but I never promised to make it easy.”

“You son of a bitch!” He nipped at my clit, and I sunk down in the chair. “Fuck! I fucking hate you. Untie me, or so help me Camden…”

I watched him in rapt attention as his tongue shot out, and he made one long stroke from my entrance to the top of my lips. I shook so violently I thought I was going to pass out. “You’re a tough girl, I know you can handle it. You taste fucking amazing.” Oh my God his taunting was going to send me to the looney bin. I didn’t know whether I wanted to beg him for more, or wring his neck.

I felt the tip of his fingers circling at my entrance. If he kept up this pace with his mouth, and he started finger fucking me, I’d be lost. Camden coated his fingers, making sure that they were wet with my juices. Ever so slowly he slid two fingers inside of me. Making a steady rhythm of pressing in and pulling out, I couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Oh God oh God…I’m going to come!”

With a slight curling of his fingers, he sucked my bundle of nerves so hard that I exploded. Pleasure washed over me in blinding waves, and my body quaked. The grips where my hands were digging into were sure to have permanent dents from my nails. Camden’s free arm had come up from under the chair and wrapped around my waist. His hand was splayed out across my hip holding me down as I came back down from the incredible feeling. My ears were ringing, my lower lip felt swollen from biting it, and my body was covered in sweat.

“That was your reward for being brave enough to let me do this to you. But now it’s time for your punishment,” he said as he got up from his knees. “Your mouth and my dick are about to get friendly.”

I almost laughed, but nothing was working quite right just yet. My synapses weren’t firing off normally, and I was pretty sure everything was tilting to the left. Camden’s palm cupped my cheek for the second time tonight. I could smell my arousal on his fingers. He lifted my head. Oh…there we go, it’s all straight now. Blinking a few times I saw the smirk that was plastered on his face.

“You’re going to need to be carried out of here when I’m done with you, I can already tell.” He chuckled.

“Shut up,” I said groggily.

“Time to do something about that mouth of yours.”

He took a step toward me. Hooking his fingers in his waistband, he pulled them down, and his heavy erection came out. The sheer sight of him perked me back up. I couldn’t wait to feel the velvety soft skin in my mouth. Camden fisted his dick and pumped his hand up and down several times. Every time I saw him this way, he took my breath away. Every part of him was perfection. And of course I still questioned how he ever fit inside of me. I’d been with other guys, but none were built quite like he was. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and licked my lips in anticipation.

“Hungry are you?” A sly grin spread across his face.

“Very, but I’d like the use of my hands for this.”

“No,” he stated firmly. “You need a reminder of who’s in charge and who tops you Keegan. That would be me. You don’t get to use your hands unless I say so, and you will take what I give you.”

“Do you think I’m actually going to behave while your dick is in my mouth?” I raised my brow. “Careful who you’re bossing Camden, I’ve got teeth.”

He narrowed his eyes at me and bent at the waist to come face to face with me. “You wanna try it…be my guest.” He shrugged. “But you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

He spoke so matter-of-fact, I knew he wasn’t kidding. We stared at each other for several long moments before he stood back up and brought himself up to my mouth. I might have played my cards wrong, because I wanted nothing more than to feel him coming in my mouth. I wanted to taste the salty liquid pooling in the back of my throat. He knew it, and I knew it. He held himself at the base as the smooth head of him rubbed my lips. The tip of my tongue came out, and I licked up the drop of pre-cum. It was exactly how I expected him to taste. I moaned and opened my mouth for more. Guiding himself in, I closed my lips around him, and flattening my tongue against the bottom of his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

His hips tilted forward, and he fed me a few inches before he withdrew. Each time I swirled my tongue around the rim of his cock and sucked a little harder. Camden’s head dropped back, and he grabbed my head. He was controlling every move we both made. I desperately wanted my hands to be free so I could dig my fingers into his ass and hold him to me, but that wasn’t going to happen. At least not this time. Leaning my head forward I took him further into my mouth than he was expecting. His cock touched the back of my throat, and I made a swallowing motion. He jerked forward in surprise, clearly enjoying the sensation. Camden’s fingers wound into my hair, and he pulled me back. He made my head tilt so that I was looking up at him.

“You want me to fuck your mouth? I was trying to take it easy and let you adjust, but it seems that my eager girl wants more. I’ll give you more. Is that what you want?” he growled, frustration plastered on his face.

“Give me all you’ve got.”

“Little girl, you’ve just stepped into the big leagues.” His fist tightened in my hair, and the pulling was slightly painful. Camden wasn’t kidding when he said he was taking it easy. This was downright brutal. Nothing prepared me for how fast he began to piston himself in and out of my mouth. He had a death grip on my head, and with every thrust he hit the back of my throat. I barely had enough time to swallow before he was shoving back in. Saliva was pooling in my mouth, and my gag reflex was kicking in. When I tried to cough, Camden abruptly pulled himself out and laughed a cruel laugh.

“Like I said, maybe next time you’ll behave and let me do things my way. I’ve had enough fucking around. I need to be inside you, now.”

I choked down the spit that was in my mouth. I felt a little angry that he was being so brutal, but then again I knew what I was in for when I poked my sleeping bear. Either that or I was angry that he still wasn’t letting me touch him. I mean, enough was enough. I didn’t like him being out of my reach. I hated it. Just as I was about to tell him I was done for the night, Camden loosened the bands around my wrists. I wiggled my hands back and forth trying to help the circulation return to normal.