Chapter 11 #2
Warren cut the other woman a glare as he continued. “But things were a bit hectic that morning so I gave it to her when I satisfied her that night.” His smile was tight as he finished and Janice slapped his arm.
She didn’t care if Ansell was a doctor, she didn’t want the man in her personal business. But the action felt clouded. Almost cocooned, like she was wrapped in a thick blanket of some kind.
Warren chuckled. “I know, I know.” Turning to Janice, he took her hand in his. “I know you’re a private person, but if I don’t give a little, I can’t get answers. You don’t lie to your doctor.” He chastised gently.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words came out of her mouth, but they felt stiff and hollow. Like they were coming from far away from where she was. “But—” She leaned into the man, taking a deep drag of his erotic scent, “—I won’t lie if you’re the doctor.”
Warren stared at her for a long time, eyes wide with surprise. Janice could see it now. Her body stretched out and open to him. Him down between her legs and watching her hungrily. Doctor, she’d say, I don’t know what to do. Inside there’s this hollow itching. This desperate craving.
She slid a hand over Warren’s thigh to the crotch of his pants.
He’d smile down at her in that stupid sexy-confident way of his and say, It’s okay, Janice. I can make that feeling go away with a few simple injections.
Janice caught his ear between her teeth and growled playfully.
She’d pout prettily and whine, Are you sure, Doctor? Just a few little injections and I’ll be cured?
She felt the answering rumble against her chest and the growing swell in his pants. Lust quickening her pulse and spilling desire dangerously low.
Warren would lean down over her, letting some of his weight press tantalizingly down into her, before admitting, Sadly, my love, there is no cure.
He’d press the tip of his penis against her moist wanting cave.
And I never said the injections would be small.
But we can repeat treatment as often as needed.
Then he’d push into her, spreading her open so wide she’d fear her body would tear in two.
And I’ll always put your treatment ahead of any other appointments.
“Janice. . .” His voice was a breathy growl, wild and barely tamed. “Stop. . .”
“Awww. . .” She pouted coyly, rubbing her cheek affectionately against the side of his clean shaven jaw.
“Don’t think you can handle the heat, Doc?
” He swallowed hard and she breathed a laugh.
“Of course, I’ll need to schedule my next appointment soon.
I think we should start treatment immediately.
” She gave the delightful bulge in his pants a playful squeeze and he snarled in her ear before pushing her suddenly back into the wall with a bit more force than she was used to him displaying.
“Warren.” She heard Sascha hiss angrily across the table.
Warren held himself back, arm out between them and holding her at a distance. His chest was heaving and when his eyes found her they were wild, barely under his control. He ignored Sascha, his focus solely on Janice. “Woman, I suggest you stop before I make you miss work tomorrow.”
Janice grinned slyly at him. She loved it when he got that look in his eye.
Like he was coming unhinged. Raising a hand to run her fingertips along the inside of his arm, she reached for him with her magic.
She grinned wider when he took a sharp inhale and the hair on his arm rose.
She watched his pupils dilate wide and his eye color change slightly.
Her desire spilled low and she watched as his nostrils flared and his chest expanded on a deep inhale.
“What would you do if I said I wanted to see you try?”
He snarled at her, a deep reverberating growl sounding at the table.
A hand slammed on the table and they both jumped, looking over to find Ansell sneering at the both of them. “I get it. You’re hot for each other. Save it for your car, not the dinner table. For Christ’s sake. You’re going to make me lose my appetite.”
Janice breathed a laugh, the action feeling weird and foreign to her. “Not enough affection in the bedroom, Ansell?” She taunted.
Sascha snorted and coughed, covering her mouth and taking a sip of her water. Ansell cut the other woman a look and she blocked his view of her with her hand and waved him off as though to say that had nothing to do with her.
“I’m certain most of the patrons in this restaurant didn’t come for this kind of carnal display.” Ansell glared at Janice, saying sternly. “Take it down a notch or I’ll take it down for you.”
“Oh, really.” She breathed a laugh as Warren released her from pressing her against the wall. “And how, pray tell, do you plan to do that?”
“Janice—” Warren said lowly. She could feel the warning and caution this conversation was inciting in the man through their open connection.
She lifted a hand, staying him as she focused on Ansell.
“No. Truly. I want to know just exactly how you’d shut me up.
” She said fiercely, the fire in her core swinging from lust to anger like a conscious decision.
“Please, enlighten me.” When Ansell made no move to say anything, she scoffed.
“Exactly. You can hardly stand to touch me and since your words will do nothing, I’ll do what I please.
” She turned her gaze to Sascha when the man dropped his to the table.
She had intended to excuse both herself and Warren to take him to his car for the night of his life, but hadn’t made it past the other woman’s name before she was blinking rapidly, finding herself strung up from the ceiling in a contraption that had her wrists and ankles bound and hanging from ceiling straps in opposite directions.
Her back was held in a comfortable hammock and a bridle was in her mouth held in place by what felt a lot like a silk strap.
And she was naked. . . Naked as the day she’d come into the world.
. . But she didn’t know how. . . Or why?
Last thing she remembered, she’d been in a restaurant, giving Ansell a piece of her mind. Now she was in. . . A dark room, with a few wall sconces lit with red shades, giving the room a dim red glow. There were other contraptions in the room, but they were blurry and hard for her to make out.
A sudden lance of pain struck her behind and she yelped around the bridle.
“I told you to behave.” Ansell’s voice reached her through the pain and she stared at him in disbelief.
What the hell was going on here? “But I suppose some people just have to learn the hard way.” He struck her again and she jumped, a strange sort of thrill going through her at the same time as the pain.
She wanted to yell at him and tell him to go fuck himself, but all she could get out around the bridle were grunts and muffled grumbles.
“How many times did I tell you to stop?” He asked lowly, something in a brilliant shade of vibrant electric blue flashing in his eyes. “Four times? Five?”
Janice wanted to argue that it had probably been more like two or three before she laid him out with a righteous verbal smack down, but then again, she hadn’t really been listening.
“And how many times did you tell me to. . . ‘Stuff it’, I believe is how the kids say it today.”
Janice would have argued with him for the sake of arguing if she could speak at all, but with the bridle in her mouth, it wasn’t like she could really say anything to him.
Besides, the closest thing to a kid Janice hung out with was Stephany, and it’s not like she went out of her way to chat the girl up.
So Janice wouldn’t have known anything about what the kids were saying.
“Let’s round it up to ten, shall we?” The man’s smile held a touch of cruelty to it. “And if you’re a good girl by the end, I’ll give you what you’ve been craving for.”
Janice frowned around her bit, uncertain of what the man was talking about or why he seemed to caress the end of the riding crop he held so affectionately.
“Only here will I give you what you want.” He said darkly, then he struck her again.
Janice jerked and yelped into the bridle as he counted aloud.
Every strike seemed to be harder than the last, the pain radiating and spilling from her like tears.
Even as a child she had never been hit like this.
She’d heard about it from her neighbors who called it ‘spanking’, but her father had always been much more physical.
He’d have taken her out into the back yard and kicked her ass, allowing her the opportunity to run or— more sensibly— fight back.
But her father had always mopped the floor with her.
This— by the fifth strike her behind stung, burned as tears finally broke free of her lashes— This was like nothing she’d ever experienced.
It was humiliating and painful. And the worst part about it was that, bound and bared as she was, she couldn’t fight back.
Ansell had her strapped so securely into this thing she couldn’t have fallen out, much less escaped as she wanted. And she was certainly trying.
By seven, she could only jump, whimper, and cry.
She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with this man, but even then, her thoughts didn’t last more than the seconds between the pain searing swats of her behind.
She was starting to think he’d never reach the number ten.
She couldn’t even remember what she was in trouble for.
On the last swat, she cried out around the bridle, tears flowing freely as she heard the riding crop clatter to the floor. Ansell gripped her thighs in two large hands and swayed her towards him. “Are we feeling more obedient now?”
Janice nodded frantically, praying they were done with the riding crop. She’d work out what he was mad at her for later, but for right now, she just wanted him to let her go so that she could hand him his ass.