53. Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Leon Aldon
I didn't expect to come home and find my girl in the yard; I definitely didn't expect she'd almost be unconscious.
I'm fucking terrified and pissed off.
Her skin is red, all the way red, and hot to the touch. She's not sweating at all, her eyes look glossed over, she's not focusing on anything, and she's barely awake.
I'm so fucking grateful my last patient canceled their session so I could head home early. Who knows if my girl would even still be alive if I'd been home an hour or two later.
But of course, while I’m terrified for my beautiful girl, she’s more concerned with this fucking dog.
I mean, it's a cute dog, a golden retriever, I think. It growls when I get close to Maeve like it's protecting her. "Down, girl." I say firmly to the dog. "Get in the damn house." I say with a huff, pointing to the front door.
I'm surprised this dog listens, but it climbs off Maeve's lap and goes to stand in front of the front door. At least that gives me the chance to scoop my girl up into my arms. "That's it, fleur. Wrap your arms around me." I say calmly to her.
I can't let her know I'm freaking the fuck out, but I'm freaking the fuck out.
She could have died!
For a fucking dog!
She’s going to pay for this later when I know that she’s okay. I didn’t realize that “don’t get yourself killed” needed to be one of my rules. Apparently, I was wrong.
The dog follows me into the bedroom as I carry Maeve inside and lay her on the bed. "Ma fleur, I have to get your body temperature down before your organs are damaged. You're not going to like it, but I'll help you." I explain to her.
"The puppy." She whines and attempts to point to the dog, who bumps its nose on her hand.
I huff, staring down at the dog. "You first. It's fine." I say to her.
She grumbles something incoherent, but I'm not having her repeat herself. I'm not listening anyway; she's my priority. Not this fucking dog.
I rush downstairs, grabbing a muscle relaxer for her. If she starts to shiver, it will make cooling her down even harder. I just have to watch her closely. If I have to, I'll take her to the hospital, but I need her near me, and I need to help her immediately.
When I get back upstairs, this damn dog is in her face, nudging her with its nose. I can tell she's trying to keep Maeve conscious. Works for me. It gives me a few extra minutes.
I fill the tub with the coldest water that will come out of the spout, dumping all the ice we have in the house into the tub. It isn't enough, but it will have to do. I also throw in a few vacuum-sealed packages of frozen vegan meat and every popsicle we have in the house. I just need this water cold enough to cool Maeve down before she fucking dies.
Yeah, she’s not getting away with this. I think my heart is ready to burst out of my chest the longer I look at the condition she’s in.
She’s lying across the bed, barely awake, and the dog is nudging and yapping at her every time she stops petting it.
“Come on, fleur.” I say as I push past the dog and grab my girl.
The dog growls at me when she whines, but I don’t care.
I carry my girl into the bathroom and sit her on the sink so I can strip her clothes. “We’re getting in the tub, ma fleur. You’re going to hate it, but I’m getting in with you.” I promise her.
She shakes her head, barely conscious and swatting my hands away as I undress her, but I ignore her protests. “I like baths.” She mumbles.
“You won’t like this one.” I state.
This girl is going to have me getting gray hairs before I'm 40. I carefully peel off her shirt, tossing it in the hamper before scooping her up. It's far too much work to get her shorts off right now. I'll pull them off in the tub.
It takes me a minute to get my leg off and put my shower assisting leg on without sitting Maeve down. But, finally, I step in the water first, cursing under my breath.
Fuck this is fucking cold! But she needs this. She screams when I lower her into the water, trying to get away from the water, but I won't let her.
I hold her firmly against me while I lay us both in the freezing water. "No…" She whines and attempts to thrash and push me away.
My poor girl. I tuck her hair behind her ear again, taking one of the frozen packages and putting it on the back of her neck.
Fuck, this sucks.
"I know, love. I know, but you need this." I say sadly to her.
I need her to cool down.
I need her.
Maeve is whining and pushing me away, the damn dog is barking, and I'm shivering. What the fuck has this day become? I thought I'd get to come home, make my girl take a test, and fuck her to sleep.
Her period should be starting in a week, and I'm praying she's late. I had a test in my bag and everything, but now I'm just worried that she won't live.
I've got to get some blood and urine samples from her later. I have a buddy in the lab who can run her tests fast. I need to make sure she doesn't have organ failure from this.
"It's so cold." She whines.
I shush her, kissing along her neck. "I know. It sucks, but we have to stay in here a little longer, okay?" I say calmly.
She shakes her head no, my beautiful dramatic girl. "Out. Now." She huffs.
I laugh at how adorable she is when she tries to be stern with me. I don't even think she realizes how out of it she is and how she's almost speaking like she's drunk. "Are you allowed to tell me what to do? I think you seem to forget who is in charge here.” I whisper in her ear.
She snorts a laugh and continues to try and push me away, but there’s nothing she can do to stop this. “Me.” She mumbles.
I grab one of the popsicles floating in the water and dip it in the freezing water. “Is that so?” I ask as I force her legs apart with my feet and slide the popsicle, wrapper and all into her warm cunt. “Then tell me to stop. Tell me not to fuck you right now, see how that goes for you.” I insist.
I fuck her with the popsicle, both wanting to tease her and cool her off, but her little drunken moans spur me on to at least make her cum before her lips turn blue.
“Leon…” She moans, digging her nails into my arm while I fuck into her.
I pull the popsicle out of her and rip off the wrapper before sliding it back into her, making her gasp in surprise when the cold touches her insides again.
With each thrust, I pull the popsicle from her and make her lick her arousal from the blue raspberry treat before shoving it back into her. “You’re going to be blue by the time I’m done.” I tease.
When Maeve throws her head back onto my shoulder, and an exhausted moan comes from her lips, I shove the popsicle as far into her as I can reach. I continue to fuck her with it until her eyes fall closed, and no more sounds come from her.
I grin at the state I’ve put her in, but at least now she’s cooled down enough that I can get her downstairs and hook her up to an IV.
I never wanted her on this table, but I don’t have any other choice. It’s the coldest room in our house, and she needs to cool down.
I know she'll panic when she comes back to, but I won't leave her side.
I’ll be here the moment she wakes up to promise her that everything will be okay.
Even if I didn’t have to be at her side, I would be. It’s going to scare her when she wakes up and realizes the muscle relaxers I gave her will make it hard for her to move.
Maeve wakes up with a jolt and tries to sit up.
I know she can't; she's weak from the muscle relaxers, and her wrists are strapped down, but she doesn’t know yet and cries when she sees where she is.
"No…" She says so sadly that it breaks my fucking heart.
I immediately squat down in front of her and run my hand through her hair. "You're okay, ma fleur. It's okay." I promise her.
Maeve starts to cry after a minute of trying to move her body, huffing in defeat when she realizes that she can't. "I didn't do anything wrong." She says just as sadly.
I keep stroking her hair gently, staring into those gorgeous brown eyes that I intend to stare into forever. "No, you didn't. You're perfect, it's okay, you're okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never hurt you. You had a heat stroke. This is just the coldest room in the house.” I calmly tell her.
I will punish her for scaring me, but not right now, and never without her knowing about it.
I hate that she thought she was down here to die. I'd never hurt my beautiful girl. But she's either still a little disoriented from the heat stroke or doesn't believe me because her tears don't stop. "Just make it quick. A gun, maybe? I don't want to die slowly. Please don't burn me like you did those guys!" She cries out.
My girl is going to be hysterical soon if I can't calm her down.
I shush Maeve, stroking my hand through her hair while she lays on my table. "Hey, shh. I'd never hurt you. I'd never let anyone else hurt you; you're okay, ma fleur. You're just here to cool down, I promise." I say calmly to her.
This girl is breaking my fucking heart by thinking I'd ever hurt her.
"Pinky promise?" She asks quietly. I slide my hand under her cooling blanket and take her hand into mine before unbuckling that wrist from the table. I pull her hand out from under the blanket, linking my pinky with hers, and bring her hand to my lips so I can kiss her soft knuckles while I hold onto her. "I promise, my love. I'd never hurt you." I swear to her.
I keep her hand in mine, kissing her knuckles several more times while she lays there; I just can't keep my eyes off of her. "You scared me today." I admit.
This beautiful goddess of mine sighs, turning her head as best as she can to stare at me. "I'm sorry. That puppy hurt its paw. Where's the puppy?" She asks me.
I laugh, running my hand through my girl's hair again. "She's fine. It looked like she tore one of her nails. The owner picked her up a little bit ago; they're going to take her to the emergency vet." I explain.
My girl smiles at that a little. "Can we go upstairs? It's scary down here." She says quietly.
I grin and kiss my girl’s knuckle again. “Of course, but now that you’re awake, I need you to know that not scaring me is one of my rules. Do you know what happens when you break my rules?” I ask.
My girl gulps, looking visibly nervous, and nods. “You mark me in some way. Are you going to hurt me?” She asks quietly.
I shake my head no and stand up, securing my girl’s wrist back to the table while I head to my cabinet of tools. “Yes, but you won’t feel it much.” I promise her.
I grab the few things I need and keep them out of sight while I set everything up; I can’t have her knowing what’s about to happen before I do it.
I like surprises.
“Leon, I’m sorry; I said I was sorry.” She whines while I uncover her lower half from under the blanket and pull her legs apart.
I grin down at the sight of her shaved cunt, stained blue from the popsicle, and strap her ankles apart. “I know, ma fleur, and now you’ll think twice before choosing some fucking dog over your health. What if my child was in there? You could have killed you both, then where would I be?” I ask.