Chapter Twelve Sarah #2
“He’s still making it worth your time.”
Once again I rubbed my aching forehead. This time the Beast asked, “Let me get you some Tylenol or Motrin.”
“I can’t since I haven’t eaten anything.”
“I had our chef prepare the exact meal you’d requested this morning at the hunt.”
My heart beat faster at the level of his care. But once again, I reminded myself that this man drugged and kidnapped me. “That would be great if I could force food down considering my stomach wasn’t in shreds from being kidnapped.”
“Perhaps an injection of pain medication?”
“No!” I shrieked. When the Beast tilted his head at me, I replied, “No, more drugs. Please promise me that.”
“If you promise to behave.”
God, I despised him at that moment. He must’ve known what I was thinking in my head because a chuckle rumbled through him. “Fine,” I gritted out.
“Khoroshaya devushka,” he murmured.
He called me his “good girl” last night. When I thought about our time together, I couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you still wearing the mask?”
“It’s best you know as little as possible about me and my client.”
“How can you possibly expect me to treat him without knowing his identity?”
“Obviously you will conduct the therapy sessions over a live feed. While you might hear him, you won’t see his face.”
“Remind me what type of disfluency he has.”
“Repetitions.”
Frowning, I massaged my temples. “There’s no way I can possibly treat repeat stuttering without having access to the patient.”
“Why not?” the Beast questioned suspiciously.
“Because I would need to see his mouth and tongue to ensure they were doing the fluency activities correctly.”
“But you could just listen to see how he was doing,” he challenged.
My anger at his discrediting my approach overtook my fear of him and the current situation. Jabbing my finger, I said, “Look, I don’t tell you how to do your job as an evil henchman, so don’t you dare tell me how to do my job. Especially when you don’t know shit about speech pathology!”
To my surprise, laughter burst from the Beast’s automator. “Where was that delicious fire last night?”
Heat tinged my cheeks at his reference to the hunt. “You know as well as I do that fire has no place in a submissive during a scene.”
“It does if she wants to be punished, which can be very pleasurable.”
“Stop talking about that!”
“Why?”
“Because the scene is obviously over. It has nothing to do with what this is currently about.”
“You’re right. I should not be getting hard on the job.”
Although I shouldn’t have, my gaze dropped to his crotch, and the half mast erection beneath his zipper. I hated myself for the flicker of triumph I got at knowing he desired me. If I got out of this situation alive, I would be booking an appointment with my therapist as soon as possible.
“Keeping this professional, I’d once again remind you that I cannot adequately treat your client if I cannot work one on one with him.”
I seemed to have thrown a serious wrench into his and his client’s plan because he remained silent and unmoving for a while. Finally, he said, “I’ll have to speak with him on how he would like to proceed.”
At my relieved breath that I might be released, he shook his head. “Don’t get your hopes up, Milaya.”
“What did you call me?”
“Sweetheart.”
“Don’t.”
“Would you prefer I called you Khoroshaya devushka like last night?”
Hearing that word and the thoughts of calling a good girl sent images from last night flickering through my brain, causing me to gasp, which caused a chuckle to rumble through the Beast’s broad chest.
“I told you I don’t want to talk about the hunt!”
“So don’t remind you of the way your pussy clenched around my cock when I squeezed your throat?”
“Stop it!”
“You certainly didn’t say that last night.”
“You tricked me. You abused the rules of the hunt.”
“And how did I do that?”
“You infiltrated the scene to kidnap me.”
“Oh, my lady, you have it all wrong. I didn’t attend the hunt just so I could kidnap you.”
“Yes, you did!”
“How would I be known as the Beast if that was true?” he countered.
My mouth snapped open to argue, but then the realization of his words washed over me. While I could’ve accused him of hacking and stealing the Beast’s identity, I knew as a member of the Hunt circle it wasn’t plausible. Due to the use of masks, our fingerprints were used at check in.
“Let me guess. When I refused to treat your client, you did a deep dive on my life and discovered I was into the scene?”
“That’s correct.” At what must’ve been my questioning look, the Beast said, “For the future, make sure you turn off your location sharing when you attend hunts.”
Realizing I only had myself to blame, I very maturely shrieked, “Bastard!”
He held his large hands in front of him. “Don’t shoot the messenger.”
“I’d like to do a lot more than just shoot you!” I growled.
With a chuckle, he replied, “I think that should’ve probably been my line.”
When I opened my mouth to rage at him, he rose off the bed. “If you will excuse me, I need to speak to my client about this new development surrounding his care.”
I tracked his stealthy movements to the door. After he opened it, he turned back to me. “If he is in agreement to proceed with meeting you, I’ll send someone to escort you to meet him.”
And then he was gone. With my emotions short circuiting, I turned and screamed into the pillow next to me until I was spent.