Chapter 4 #2
All too soon, the water slows to a trickle and hot air blows in, drying me to perfection. When the doors open, the two look back up at me, their eyes taking in every inch as if they already own it, own me.
“Ahhh, that’s much better,” the Alpha grumbles. “Come over to the table so we can begin.”
For a moment, my legs refuse to move as I stand there, staring at the white, spotless gurney.
Is it too late to run? Is it too late to say no?
The stern face on the Alpha tells me I certainly am.
I’m sure if I were to quit now, he’ll view it as a personal affront to his time.
The nurse, on the other hand, gives away nothing.
Her face is a stone edifice of boredom as I finally make my way over.
With a rapid flurry of movement, the Alpha wraps his fingers around my waist and hoists me up onto the table. “Don’t fight us, and this will go far quicker.”
But even as the words leave his mouth, they strap me down, rendering me unable to move. Even if I want to fight them, I can’t. Lifting my wrist, I test the tightness of my bonds, bringing a smile to the Alpha’s lips.
“Feisty. You will do well with our Alphas. Nurse, if you please.”
She goes down to the foot of the table, her heels clicking with every purposeful step.
With a quick flick of her hands, she brings up the stirrups so familiar to me from every OBGYN appointment I’ve ever had since about sixteen.
Only now, it’s a man gripping my hips and urging me down as he straps me in further into place.
Hunching down, he peers between my legs, staring at my anatomy so hard that, even though I can’t fully see him, I can feel the intensity.
Before I can even brace for it, he slides a thick finger inside and holds it there.
Granted, this part isn’t new, but usually it’s a female doing this, and her digits are far smaller, far less likely to trigger an arousing effect.
He slides it out, only to add another and slide them both in, stuffing me so impossibly full. A slight squeak slips from my lips, so light, so very soft, I think he doesn’t hear it. His lopsided grin as he lifts his head from between my legs tells me everything I need to know.
“Don’t feel as if you need to hold back on my account,” he chuckles as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. “I want to see the effect my touch has on you.”
“I- are you the Alpha I need to satisfy, then?” I wheeze as heat swirls through my body. “I was told this was an examination.”
“Trust me, you cannot satisfy me. Not in the slightest. I am here to do a job and nothing more. I’m here to test your arousal and make sure you’re more than able to handle an Alpha and his knot.
As it is, you’re a bit tighter than I’d like.
You’re not a virgin, are you? Your form said you’ve been fucked and knotted. ”
“I- I’ve had sex before,” I sputter as his thick fingers curl inside me to press against my overwrought nerves. “It’s been a bit.”
“Perhaps it’s because you’re not stimulating her enough,” the nurse finally says. “You’re being too gentle.”
“You’re right. Pinch her nipples.”
The nurse leans over and grips them in between her fingers and presses down far harder than I could ever anticipate. Even when having sex, the Alphas I’ve been with never handled me so callously. Dear God in heaven, what have I gotten myself into?
The bite of pain races through me, sparking along my synapses until a strangled cry finally lets loose from my lips. From the other end, the male picks up speed, fucking me hard and rough with his fingers. There is no gentle coaxing, no soft, kind words to ease me toward an orgasm.
No.
It’s hard, rough, painful, and intense.
Despite everything, I shatter, falling apart as screams of pained ecstasy drip from my lips as continuously as the tears I shed swirled down the drain. Memories rip through my brain, unimpeded by self-imposed barriers.
Defective, weak, gentle, unable to handle an Alpha, why the fuck does it take you this long? All this and other variations slam into me, pummeling me from the inside out. Yet, here, a stranger forces an orgasm on me in less time than it takes for me to shower in the morning.
How is this possible?
Seemingly satisfied, he pulls out his fingers and nods to the nurse. She lets go of my nipples, allowing blood to pulse back into them, sending renewed shards of agony with each heartbeat. With it, a fresh wave of arousal tingles through my clit as my body demands to be satisfied again.
“Everything seems in order,” the male intones as he slides off his gloves. “With the serum, you should be able to handle a knot just fine. I’ll send over my findings to the front desk, and they will tell you what to do from here. You may get dressed and head out through that door.”
With nothing further, they undo the restraints and leave me there, a poor, confused mess to sort through my feelings and thoughts on my own. As I pull my clothes back on, I can’t help but dissociate my feelings from my current reality. I can’t think about it. I won’t.
Everything is numb as I go back into the room and receive my instructions for tomorrow.
Apparently, everything about me will need an overhaul—skin, hair, nails and clothes.
Nodding, I leave the clinic and make my way toward one of the nearby stores that accepts the gift cards the banker so graciously gave me.
Though my entire being threatens to just crumple there in the store, I force myself to keep moving, to fill my basket with food for my brother and me. Even as the cheerful Christmas music swirls about each aisle, imbuing its so-called magic on everything, I feel nothing.
Food turns to ash in my mouth as I sit across from my brother and listen to his excitement as he tells me what he wants under the tree. So expensive, so out of my reach. Or it would have been. In a few days, I will have enough to make all of his dreams come true.
After putting him to bed and arranging for a neighbor to look in on him tomorrow, I curl up in bed and let my mind wander. It’s just sex. It’s not like I have any romantic notions about it. I’m not waiting for Mr. Right to sweep me off my feet and make all my problems disappear.
That’s not how life works. That’s not how reality works. I just have to face the fact that no one will rescue me but myself. Besides… truly… how bad can it be?