Chapter Twenty-Five
Mal
I’d selected a scalpel with a girthy, textured handle on purpose. It would be just the right thickness and length to make the perfect toy for Dr. Beckett.
She looked so goddamn insatiable, strapped down, helpless on the gurney. Sure, this was only a dream. But the role reversal, with her the helpless patient and me the doctor with full control over her, was cathartic all the same. Healing, even.
For too long, I'd watched my father abuse his patients.
I'd sooner cut my own cock off before ever stooping to his level, so I gave her an out.
Scream, and she'd wake up. That trick wouldn't work if this were a dream my father had decided to join.
With me, she was safe, but I'd take full pleasure in this game of pretending that she wasn't. And she would too, even though I knew the defiant Dr. Beckett wouldn't admit it once we woke up.
Not without coaxing it from her in a pleasure-drunk haze. That would be another game for later.
My gloved fingers flexed around the scalpel, enjoying the way her skin flamed as she put the pieces together. "Wait... What are you going to do with that?"
Once the metal had soaked up warmth from my hand, I inserted the handle into her entrance. Just the first inch, laughing darkly as her walls flexed around the intrusion.
"Wait— Stop!"
"Shut up," I barked. I'd secured the surgery mask back over my mouth, but there was no hiding the grin in my voice. "If you want me to stop, you fucking scream. I'm the physician today, got it?"
Her throat twitched with a thick swallow. She didn't acknowledge me with a yes or even a nod, but she didn't scream either. That was enough for me to continue.
I sank another inch of the surgical tool inside her pussy, noting how easily she took it. "You little slut. Look how wet you are. You're not supposed to be enjoying this."
Dig me up and fuck my corpse sideways. The way she looked at me with a perfect coalescence of hatred and raw desire had my dick rock hard. It took all my power not to pull the scalpel from her pussy and crawl onto the gurney to fuck her myself.
"Keep looking at me like that, Dr. Beckett, and I'll find something more interesting to shove inside you than a scalpel."
At that, her body jerked against the straps.
She remained silent, while her pussy only grew more slick with arousal.
I withdrew the tool, examining it under the light so she could get a look too at just how wet she was.
The metal grooves of the instrument's hilt were filled with her cream, and it coated my fingers.
"Well, well. Someone has a little bit of a medical kink, don't they? "
She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, chewing it so hard she left indentations in her flesh. It was the only answer I needed. "Well, what a fun surprise. Me too. We're a match made in Hell, it seems, Dr. Beckett."
I pulled my mask down once again and slowly coiled my split tongue around the scalpel's metal shaft, making a show of it. "You taste fucking delectable, Doctor."
She opened her mouth to say something, but I was already shoving the tool back into her pussy, pushing it in all the way until only the pointed blade stuck out. It gleamed obscenely under the surgical light.
"Nurse, mirror."
The nurse, who was nothing but a set piece, approached from the edge of the room and held up the mirror so that Tuesday could get a good look at the view of the blade sticking out from her.
"Too bad we went to different schools, decades apart.
We would have had so much fun together in medical school.
Think about it. Slipping into closets, doing dirty, disgusting things that would have us expelled should anyone discover us. "
"You need help," she said, and a rush of heat shot straight to my groin at the rasp of her voice. Her every syllable was fraught with hunger and frustration.
"Isn't that supposed to be your job, Dr. Beckett? You're my shrink, after all. However, I have a feeling you don't want to cure me. Even if there was any hope for me, I'm starting to suspect there's a part of you that likes me, just the way I am. Want to know why?"
Her bare, blood-crusted breasts heaved as her breathing turned as sharp as the blade sticking from her pretty cunt. Her walls flexed, making the tool twitch and the light dance off the steel. "Like is a strong word, Dr. Rook."
My grin stiffened, and her eyes sparked with challenge.
As if she was trying to goad me. "Love me, hate me, I don't give a fuck.
You're drawn to me, like a moth to flame.
I'll destroy you if you get too close, but unlike my father, I'll make you enjoy every second of it.
That's why we're so attracted to one another.
Like magnets. You're just as fucked as I am, Little Nightmare. "
I held my hand out to the nurse, all sorts of wicked thoughts unfurling in the forefront of my mind. "Nurse. Bring me the forceps. Make it two sets."