Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
“Wait, am I allowed to be here?” I asked in shock as I jerked around to notice I was standing beside Reuben’s prone body in the sterile white operating room.
But the EMTs were all gone. The door was closed.
The physician on duty hooked poor Reuben up to the machines with hasty, jerky motions.
“What’s going to happen to him?” I cried, my eyes glued to the monitor where his heart rate seemed to dip to dangerous levels, then spike alarmingly. “Is he going to be all right?”
“I don’t know, Lavender,” came a steely, hard voice I recognized instantly. “That’s up to you.”
I screamed as my blood froze in my veins, sending a cold, unspeakable horror through me.
The doctor drew his mask down with long, strong fingers and I saw the features of my husband Michael.
“What—how did you—”
“Clever girl. You were so hard to get to,” he said, and his voice was composed, but his very appearance belied his voice, like it came from another human entirely.
There were strange scratches and gouges on his face. Like he’d been throwing himself against the bars on Reuben’s fence.
His eyes looked wild, untamed, and he raised a scalpel in the air. The shiny metal tool glistened in the harsh fluorescent lights of the operating room.
“What did you do?” I whispered.
“Nothing,” Michael said, “Except made goddamn sure he’d need to be here for open heart surgery.”
“You—” I gasped, feeling almost faint with horror.
“You’re--insane.”
Michael gripped the scalpel with his fingers, the frighteningly sharp tool cutting through his flesh.
“I think I am, my darling. I’m afraid you’re the only thing that’s kept me sane.”
The smile split his face open, and in my heated gaze his white teeth seemed sharp, predatory.
He was insane, out of his mind, a madman!
I turned and headed for the exit, but Michael’s voice stopped me.
“If you leave, Dr. Ben-David will die. If you want him to live, you’ll come back to me. Be my loving wife again.”
“How dare you!” I hissed. “You cannot be serious. You are a doctor! You took an oath to heal and protect your patients! You can’t tell me you would seriously let him die to blackmail me!”
But I knew even as I said it that Michael Carrington would.
“I’d kill him myself if I thought it would bring you back,” Michael said, holding the scalpel over Reuben’s chest.
“So what’s it going to be, Lavender? Is it the steady hand of Dr. Carrington cutting him open? Or your jealous husband’s vicious butchery?”
I was trapped and I knew it.
Reuben was a good man. He had helped me. I couldn’t let him die if I could prevent it.
“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “If you can even save him.”
He grinned at me again.
“Oh, I can save him. If I want something, I don’t stop until I get it.”
“Just do it then,” I said, feeling sick to my stomach as he administered the anesthesia.
The minutes, the hours, ticked on.
In a fever dream, I watched my husband perform the surgery. I didn’t know what kind it was. But I knew it was the kind of surgery only a very talented doctor could do.
I knew the true astonishing depth of his frightening, uncanny talent, and the psychopathic arrogance that backed it up.
Was I even conscious as the hours ticked on, Michael’s face like a granite god, his bloody hands like sorcerer’s tools.
And then suddenly it was over and Michael was peeling off his bloody gloves and letting them slide from his fingers into the trash can.
“He’ll live.”
I almost swooned, but I turned obediently and followed him.
His heavy hand descended on my neck as we walked down the dark hallways, my husband steering me down a dark corner where he savagely kicked a door open, and then we were in a dark, gray-walled stairwell.
Pulling me into the shadows, Michael roughly tore my pants down, ripping at my panties as he covered my mouth with his.
“I want you back, Lavender. I demand it.”
His hands were greedy, possessive, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer, pulling me up higher, forcing my legs around his waist, and I groaned as his cock speared into my channel with the aggressive power of a conqueror.
“Create a baby with me. I was wrong to think I didn’t want one before. I crave this creative process with you. I’m going to fill you with seed and we’re going to be happy together.”
“But you’re a psychopath,” I said, struggling in his arm.
“You’ll calm me down. I swear it. I swear to God.”
The raw, uncanny sounds that burst from his mouth as he thrust in and out of me were things I had never heard before, his thumb moving between our bodies to rub on my slippery clit, dragging an orgasm out of me, embarrassingly fast at first, then slow and reluctant next, then finally a third one so hard I saw stars cluster in my vision as I clutched my husband’s bloody jacket and he finally unloaded in me, pumping pulse after pulse of hot cum inside.
I was so weak and trembly he had to carry me to the car, do up my seatbelt.
Cum seeped through my panties, trickled down from my aching pussy.
And he didn’t drive like he used to—jerking the stick shift roughly, his eyes constantly darting to me, one hand clutching my pants like he thought I’d throw myself out the door.
He was shaking as he pulled his Ferrari into the garage.
“You’re home. You’re home now.”
“All right,” I said as he opened my door. “But this changes nothing. I am not going to stop leaving you.”
Michael groaned, his hands coming up to tear at his hair.
I had never seen him like this. Maddened, wild-eyed, the streaks of blood running down the long lithe lines of his body.
“What do you want, Lavvy? What do you fucking want?”
I said nothing, just crossed my arms and stared out across the dark golf course.
His cum ran down my legs in streaks as he kneeled down in front of me.
“Talk to me. I can’t fucking stand when you don’t talk to me.”
Michael began to twitch, full-body convulsions.
“Fuck, damn it, you know I love you.”
I continued to look off into the distance, where I knew Rebuen’s house would wait for me, a distant twinkle of light.
“You know my terms.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do when I need to cum and you aren’t around?”
I combed through my hair, re-plaiting the long, thick braid.
“You know it means nothing to me. I don’t give a fuck about those women. I’ve never had them in our home. I never would.”
There was silence for a minute.
“I wonder how far I can get next time,” I said meditatively. “Your surgeries take between 60 and 90 minutes. That’s enough time to ditch the car and get a new one. I could get a long way away.”
He slammed his hand on the garage door, a loud, echoing blow.
“Fine,” he said savagely. “You win, Lavender.”
“I win what?”
“I won’t cheat anymore.”
He gripped the back of my hair and ground his face into my pussy as I squealed in surprise.
“Will that satisfy you?” he demanded, pulling my already-soaked pants and panties off.
“Yes,” I said. “If you weren’t lying.”
“You think I want to do this shit all over again?” he hissed, licking up his cum and depositing it back in my cunt.
“You’ve driven me into madness. I can’t stand living without you, Lavender.
It’s a horror, it’s nothing but despair.
If this is the price, I will pay it. And in return, I will get my goddamn sweet loving wife back, you hear me? ”
When I hesitated, he raised my hips and slapped my ass, hard, the blow stinging. Then he did it again, rapid-fire blows until my skin felt swollen.
“Ouch, Michael, I’m sore,” I protested, but he only gripped my ass with his hands, each soft inch crushed in his powerful grip.
“Answer me. I’m not going to cheat anymore because I fucking love you and can’t live without you. So what are you going to give me now?”
My head fell against the seat and I writhed in place as his tongue descended on my clit.
“I love you,” I gasped, and the gut-deep roar of satisfaction he made rumbled in my chest.
“I want you to keep my cum in here. Tip your ass up.”
He licked up my thigh, filling his mouth with his sticky warm cum, and he spat it back in my waiting pussy.
Then he held my hips firmly and circled my clit again, nipping and biting in his eager possession.
“Keep my seed inside. I want you to be full, swollen, engorged with my baby.”
“I love you,” I said, and it was true, had always been true. . . and every time I said it he groaned, licked me longer, loved me harder. . .