Chapter Five #2
“I’m in love with you, Myra,” he says, still pressing his body against mine. “I compare every woman to you, but none of them will ever live up to who you are—who I know you can be.”
“W-What does that mean then?” I ask carefully.
“He was a fucking idiot for thinking he owns you, Myra. I am the only one who will ever have the pleasure of owning you,” Dominic says before cradling my arm and gently kissing the back of my hand. “You’re mine now.”
After Dominic claimed me as his, Natalie kicked everyone out so she could check me to make sure I didn’t have any severe damage.
Luckily, I have only minor tears that will heal on their own.
Once she was done, Dominic returned to my side.
Natalie got me discharged into Dominic’s care, and he wasted no time getting me back to his truck.
Only then did I notice that he and I are both drenched in blood. Matt and Natalie as well.
We pull past the gate at the end of Dominic’s driveway and wait for it to shut before we go up to the house. I sit up, and he gets out and comes around to help me stand. I am wobbly on my feet. They apparently gave me blood at some point, so I’m sure that helped. I am still so drained of energy.
“We will come back in the morning,” Matt says.
“If you need anything, you call me right away,” Natalie says. “Okay?”
“Okay. I think we will be good. I’m going to help her get cleaned up so she can rest. I have everything here to redo the bandages,” Dominic says.
“Andrew wants a statement,” Matt says. “He’s going to say he was there when she disclosed.
He is friends with the district attorney, so he is going to go that route and explain that this came from a cop telling Leon about the unofficial report.
Worst case, she might have to talk to her, but Andrew said that she will come to you guys, so she doesn’t have to go up to the sheriff’s office. ”
“What will he be charged with?” I ask.
“Best case, attempted murder. Worst-case, you will just get a protection order. He is expecting it to go better if it’s assault charges.
Maybe a gun charge as well. He will definitely have his weapon seized with the protection order,” he explains.
“He did come by while you were asleep, so he knows how severely you were injured.”
“I’ll have to go to court for the protection order, won’t I?”
“Yes,” Matt says. “We are going to backdate some paperwork so that our records show that you were with me for the last year. We are in the same building, so it won’t mess with insurance reporting.
We can correct the paperwork with them about the name change with your psychiatrist. This is happening because when you go to court, I will be acting as your psychiatrist, not Dominic.
This means you do need to start seeing me.
Dominic can be there, but we both feel that it is important that you get that same structured care.
Now you will actually have a support system at home to help you. ”
“So… I’m not his patient anymore?” I ask.
“No,” Matt smiles. “Go get some rest and give him hell.”
“I will,” I say kindly.
When Matt and Natalie drive away, Dominic helps me inside.
His house is warm and inviting. There is a massive, plush sectional couch with a large ottoman in front of it.
There are throw pillows arranged and décor throughout the living room to continue the comforting vibe.
As we pass the kitchen, I see it has a large island with marble covering every surface of the kitchen.
All of the appliances are stainless steel, and the room has a minimalistic feel to it.
In the corner, there is a simple kitchen table, but next to it is a larger dining room with a huge table.
“You have a big family?” I ask.
“I do,” he says. “Only my mom lives close by, though. She might sneak her way in when she finds out someone else is living here.”
“Is she nice?” I ask.
“She is. She raised me on her own. She is one of ten kids, so I have a ton of extended family,” he says. “Although Matt is essentially my brother. I’ve known him my entire life.”
“Are you one of those weirdos without trauma?” I ask as we get to the stairs. “Oh, boy…”
“Come here,” he chuckles. He steps over to me and sweeps my feet so he can hold me in his arms as he takes us upstairs. “No, I have trauma. I work primarily with sexual assault survivors as well as domestic violence survivors.”
“Oh,” I say. “Were you… You don’t have to answer that.”
“My father raped me on camera for years and sold the video to pedophiles,” he says.
“Mom worked two jobs and was only ever home for six hours at a time. He had me convinced that she would be mad at me. I didn’t want to let her down after working so hard, so I didn’t say anything.
He got caught when I was fourteen after selling footage to an undercover cop. That’s when Mom moved us here.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say. “That’s…”
“Relatable?” he asks. “Unfortunately, it’s common. In most cases of child sexual assault, it’s by someone they know. A parent, relative, sibling, or close family friend.”
“Humans suck,” I frown.
He takes me into what I assume is his room, and I am in awe of it. He has a large king-sized bed with a four-post frame. “Is that… Dominic, why does your bed have a stockade?” I ask, and he laughs as he sits me on the edge of the bed.
“Do you want me to answer that right now, Myra?” he asks with a smirk.
“No,” I say, returning his smirk. “Maybe when I’m not drugged up on pain medicine.”
“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles before getting serious. He squats down and takes my hands into his and sighs.
“Surely whatever you have to say, it’s not that dramatic,” I say. “What is it?”
“I’m going to go take a shower. We have a few options here,” he says.
“Okay,” I reply slowly.
“I’ll have you shower with me so that I can help you.
I can also help you take a bath. I can’t let you shower or take a bath alone, because you need to limit using your hands,” he says.
“If you tear those stitches, you could cause more damage. You narrowly escaped permanent damage, and I’d like to not test fate with this one. ”
“Oh… I… Oh,” I say, understanding that he is going to have to do everything for me from bathing me to wiping my ass. “I don’t know how to feel.”
“I can also ask Natalie and Matt to come and stay here so she can help,” he says seriously.
“No,” I sigh. “Whatever leads to me being able to lie down and sleep the quickest.”
“Showering with me would be the quickest,” he says.
“I’m going to be very blunt with you, Dom,” I say. “You are insanely hot, and I’ve never had an orgasm before. You already fuck with my head, so my drugged-up ass seeing you naked is going to lead to some pretty filthy thoughts.”
“I’d better make sure the water isn’t too cold, or I might give you the wrong impression,” he jokes, making me laugh.
“Right now, I’m just caring for you. I am absolutely not even going near any of those thoughts I have in my head about you, or ones that are about to emerge, until you are fully healed. ”
“Is it because of my face looking fucked up? I’m sure you have a paper bag around here somewhere,” I say.
“You are a brat,” he smiles.
“It’s the trauma,” I laugh. “Alright… I’m exhausted. Let’s just do this so I can sleep. I don’t have to sleep naked, do I?”
“No,” he laughs and helps me stand up. “I can give you one of my shirts. I’ll wash your clothes so you have those for tomorrow. Although Natalie will probably bring you something to wear in the morning.”
“Ah, yes, wearing nothing but a shirt with no panties in my hot doctor’s house,” I say.
“In bed with me as well. If you have a nightmare, which I think you might, I need to make sure you don’t hurt yourself,” he says.
“Just focus on my fucked-up face, and you won’t be tempted to diddle me in my sleep,” I smile.
“Meh. The lights will be off,” he jokes. “Come on.”
I lazily follow him to the bathroom, and he shuts the door before turning the water on.
He sits me on the edge of the large claw-foot tub before kneeling to take my shoes off.
He leaves for a second before coming back with something much like plastic wrap.
He gently wraps my wrists to keep the water out before helping me stand.
I close my eyes and try to focus for a second before I panic.
“Talk to me,” he says, keeping his hands on my waist to keep me from wobbling.
“I just… I hate the way I look,” I say quietly.
“Why?” he says. “I’m going to keep going, and I want you to keep your eyes closed, but stop me if you need a moment, okay?”
“Okay,” I sigh. He starts by carefully getting my shirt off me, and I make myself talk.
“Leon would always tell me that I’m too big.
My ass is too big. My thighs. My belly. My boobs are too big, so they sag…
All the women he would cheat on me with were pretty little blondes, and I’m just a short, chubby woman with curly, shit-brown hair. ”
“Want to know what I see?” he asks as he unbuttons my pants.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“I see a gorgeous woman with long, beautiful brown hair. She is short and curvy. Her ass is big, but it’s sexy as hell.
Every inch of her is beautiful. Her breasts are…
perfection. Cuddling with her would be a dream, really.
But you want to know the best part?” he asks, resting his hands on my waist as I stand naked in front of him.
“What?” I ask with a shaky voice.