Chapter 10 #2
“Good. I’ll let Javi know he’s good to move forward there. The issue is now getting Connor on board. As I said, he won’t be persuaded by money or even…interesting cases. He…isn’t as unique as Javi, but he operates under his own moral code and values; I admire him for it.”
“What will get him to work with us?” Hollis asks.
I bite my cheek, looking between them, not wanting to say it, but… I raise my hands and do it anyway. “Kidnapping.”
“Fuck, no!” Jude says. “No,” he repeats, his fingers almost making an audible sound when he closes them together so hard. “We’re supposed to be moving away from that with the Council, not falling back on Martelli traits!”
“I know, I know,” I try to soothe. “But…Javi wants him for Roman, and I agree, he is our best shot at getting the little shit to open up. Connor…might pitch a fit at first, but once he meets Roman, once he understands why we’re here, that we’re different, he’ll happily agree.
” I hope, or maybe he’ll kill us and none of it will matter.
I give Jude a few moments to ponder the issue, knowing as the only Voice available, this decision is on him. Unless he wants to go bother either his traumatized lover, or the traumatized fathers.
Hollis switches to LIS—which I am behind on, as I started learning Italian Sign around the time the trips began teaching me Russian Sign.
And unlike Cristian, I am not a polyglot who soaks up languages.
Being so out of practice with it, because lessons got put on hold due to everything that’s happened, means I can’t follow what Hollis is telling Jude at the speed he’s signing.
Whatever he says has Jude running a hand through his curls.
“I’m throwing you under the bus with the Council,” Jude finally says.
“Fine.” And I’m throwing Javi…sharing is caring, after all.
“Is that all?” Jude asks.
I nod. “Yes, for now.”
“Good. I…need to figure out how to frame a kidnapping of a reputable therapist to the rest of the Council, and Hollis needs to finish running the background checks on the two new ones you and Javi want to add. If you two need anything else, don’t hesitate to reach out.”
Taking the clear dismissal, I stand. “Thank you for hearing me out.”
They both nod. “We know you care, Doc,” Hollis slowly signs. “We do appreciate that, current circumstances notwithstanding.”
Well, that counts for something, I suppose.
Leaving the office, I hold my hand out for my water bottle. Even though I didn’t speak aloud the entire meeting, it was long enough that I feel drained. James hands me the bottle and follows me silently through the house, to the medical wing.
“Do you need anything else?” he asks when I hand the bottle back.
I shake my head. “Daddy and I had a late lunch with David; I’m fine for now.”
Even though we’re operating on lockdown due to the situation with Cole, Daddy somehow managed to convince Jude and Tennant to let us go through with our plans of taking our day off out of the house.
Spending time with his uncle and cousin was a much-needed reprieve, even if it didn’t last nearly as long as we were promised.
Focusing on the situation at hand, I knock once on the partially open door and then stride into the room. Roman is, unsurprisingly, curled up next to a still-sleeping Lio.
Tennant is also in the room, and his eyes are cutting when he glares at me, but I ignore him. Grabbing Lio’s chart, I go over Sarah’s notes, before doing the same with Roman’s.
“How are you doing, Roman?”
The boy shrugs. “Been better. When will he wake up?”
“From what I just read, he was given a strong dose of sedatives, so probably not until tomorrow morning. They’ll wear off soon, if they haven’t already, but that heavy a dose will take time to come back from. He’ll be okay, though. I promise.”
Roman smooths Lio’s hair back and looks at him with such a loving expression, if I didn’t know better, I’d think they were more than friends…
Clearing my throat, I say in a soft yet no-nonsense tone, “I need your knife, Roman.”
He looks up. “What knife?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. Neither you nor Lio are allowed weapons right now.”
“I already liberated Emilio’s,” Tennant says.
“Good,” I reply. I don’t take my eyes off Roman. “I know you only want to help Lio, but he needs more than a few days on his meds, and actual therapy, before he can be trusted with a weapon again. And…I don’t feel safe with you having one either, not with how close the two of you are.”
Roman’s eyes fill with tears. “But…it makes us feel better.”
“I know,” I say gently. “I know it does. Believe me, I know exactly how safe you feel with a knife on you all the time; why do you think I carry a scalpel? It’s not simply because of who I work for, but for the longest time, I couldn’t sleep without a weapon in my hand—even when I didn’t know how to use it. ”
Tennant snorts. “Still amazed you didn’t accidentally stab yourself in your sleep.”
I ignore him. “I promise, I will defend you with my life, Roman; you don’t need to be the strong one all the time. It’s okay to let us protect you.”
He looks down at Lio and whimpers a little, before lifting his shirt and pulling out the knife tucked into the band of his skirt. He hands it over to Ten, and I let out a silent sigh of relief.
“Thank you. I don’t want to go through this again, okay? Whoever gave you the knife? Please, don’t take any more from them. It won’t help you or Lio.”
“Okay…” he whispers, before laying down, indicating he’s done with this conversation.
I look at Tennant, both of us aware he never promised a damned thing. Sigh. Looks like strip searches and pat downs are getting added to their routine. I need a damn vacation.
It’s damn near the end of my “day off” when I finally get to our bedroom. Daddy is reading one of my books in bed, and I smile at the sight of him.
His pale blond hair is like a shining halo in the light of the bedside lamp, and his pale skin could be fucking marble. God, I’m one lucky brat.
“How’d it go, Baby?” he asks.
“Fine. Sorry I’m later than expected. I ended up going over the schedule with Dr. Ranlen and Kail. Not having Rose has stretched us thin, and I might need to either steal someone from the clinic or hire someone completely brand new to help out, especially with Sarah leaving eventually.”
“Not a bad idea.” Daddy sets the book aside. “Did you eat?”
I nod. “Yeah, James got me a sandwich from the kitchen.”
“Good. Go stand in the corner.” He nods to the far corner of the room, next to the closet.
“Daddy?”
He slides off the bed and makes his way to me. “You know better than to mess with people’s lives, Doc. You hurt Lio and Roman. I don’t care if that wasn’t your intention, it still happened. So, take some time to reflect on it, and think about how you’ll do better in the future.”
“But corner time is boring!” I whine.
Daddy smirks. “Well, it wouldn’t be a punishment if it was fun. Now, corner. Don’t make me ask again, Ash.”
I shiver at my pet name in that tone, the one that says I’m going to regret my entire existence if I keep arguing.
Wanting nothing more than to be wrapped in Daddy’s arms for the rest of the night, I go to the stupid corner.
“Good Boy.”
Daddy’s praise makes me stand a little straighter, even if this punishment is boring as fuck. Reflection time. What a load of fucking shit. More like drive me out of my Goddamn mind in the fastest way possible time.
I don’t know how long I stand still as a statue in the fucking corner, but it's long enough for my legs to start aching and…another problem to arise. “Daddy?” I try to say in my softest tone, since I’m not allowed to speak while I’m in the corner unless I safeword. “May I use the bathroom?”
“No, you may not. For speaking, you’ll get an extra five minutes.” Fuck.
More time passes, and the need to pee increases. I shift from foot to foot, trying to redistribute my weight to ease the aches settling in my body.
“Be still,” he orders.
“I really have to go, Daddy.”
“And that’s another five.”
Growling under my breath, I fight the urge to kick my feet to get some stimulation in my limbs. Even my fucking arms are hurting now with how tense I am.
I take slow, careful breaths as the problem in my bladder becomes more and more urgent. I could use a fucking catheter right about now…
“James said you drank all your water and your juice today. Good job, Baby.”
That fucker… My best friend might not be into kink the way Daddy and I are, but he certainly has become Daddy’s little sidekick.
Tears form in my eyes. “Daddy, I really have to use the restroom…”
“So go, Baby. No one is in here but you and me. No one will know what a dirty Boy you are…”
“Daddy…” I protest, unable to take a full breath. He wouldn’t…surely he wouldn’t…
“It’s okay, Baby. I’m here. I’ll take care of you… Just remember, every time you talk, you add time to your punishment…”
It could be ten minutes, or an hour, hell, maybe it’s morning already. Whatever time it is, my knees buckle on me. I cry out, shame filling me for disappointing my Daddy because I can’t even stand in the corner like he wants.
With my sob, I lose all control. As I hold myself up with my hands on the wall, I piss my fucking pants.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Baby, you’re okay.” Daddy wraps his arms around me and helps me move backwards a little, so I’m not standing in the mess I made.
I wore jeans today because I wasn’t supposed to be working, and the thick, wet material already feels uncomfortable.
I cry, and Daddy turns me in his arms, grunting softly as he holds most of my weight. I slide to my knees, both in submission, and in a bid not to hurt him. He might be strong, but he’s still shorter and slimmer than I am.
He runs his fingers through my hair as I kneel. “It’s okay, Baby. It’s almost over. You took that so beautifully. You make me want to fuck you. My dirty, dirty Boy.” I whimper. “Hush now.”
Daddy lifts my head a little and I open my mouth when he presses his soft cock to it. “That’s a good Boy, you know what to do.”
I take Daddy into my mouth. He stops about halfway in, and I look up at him like I’ve been taught.
“Such a good Boy,” he whispers. He smiles a little, his fingers fisting my hair when I jolt. “Don’t you fucking bite me,” he warns as my teeth scrape against his cock.
I choke, my eyes filling with burning tears the same way my mouth and throat do with his urine.
My chest warms and my cheeks heat as I stare up at my Daddy. I…don’t know how I feel right now, except that I love and trust him.
I have my safeword. I know I could have tapped out at the first splash of piss in my mouth, but… I didn’t.
When he’s finished, Daddy pulls out. I make sure to lick the head of his cock clean. “My perfect Boy,” he tells me.
The praise clashes with how humiliating the act of drinking Daddy’s piss is, and inexplicably, my cock hardens.
“Now, go clean up the mess you made.” He releases my hair.
“Yes, Daddy.” I try to stand, but he pushes me back down.
“With your mouth.”
I whimper, but get on my hands and knees and head back to the corner, licking my cold piss up from the floor.
Once I’m finished, I sit back and look at Daddy. He leans down and places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I’m so proud of you,” he says.
“Can I brush my teeth, Daddy?”
He laughs a little. “Of course.”
Daddy helps me up, and I stagger a little, but he puts his arm around me and takes me into the ensuite. I undress immediately, kicking my jeans off to the side, determined to fucking burn them later.
First, I wash my mouth out with water, then mouthwash, before grabbing my toothbrush—that Daddy has already prepared—and brushing my teeth more thoroughly than a fucking dentist.
“How’d the meeting with Javi go?”
I spit into the sink. “Good. He didn’t kill me, and we came to an agreement. Hollis and Jude…didn’t like what I had to say, but they want Lio and Roman to get better, so they’re willing to do what Javi wants.”
“Good.” He is silent for a long moment as I finish up in the sink, then he says, “What do you think of Javi?”
“Weird, but good at his job. Why?”
Daddy snorts, and I turn around to see him shake his head. “Not what I meant.”
I look at him in confusion. “What then?”
He takes a deep breath. “He likes you, Baby. I mean, he wants to fuck you into oblivion, likes you.”
I stare at him in shock. “I…how…what…? I mean, he mentioned that if I was his, I’d be on my knees for the whole Stanley thing, but…are you sure?”
Daddy sighs and goes to turn the shower on.
He looks back at me as the water heats up.
“Yes, I’m sure. He’s…not obvious in a way you’ll get.
I love you, Doc, but you fucking suck at reading subtle cues.
His dominance isn’t as…in your face as mine can be, and that goes over your head.
But he’s been flirting with you since he got here. ”
I snort. “I mean, he thinks anyone who threatens him is flirting. Guy has a weird death fetish, that’s all.”
Daddy laughs. “While that’s true, it’s more than that. Get in.”
I enter the shower, Daddy close at my heels. The best part of getting punished? Daddy’s brand of aftercare.
“You…you’re sure?” I ask as he begins to wash me, starting at my feet and legs, then my gross dick.
“Yes. I bet if you didn’t have me, he would have bent you over the nearest surface by now.”
“But I do have you,” I point out.
“And?” Daddy runs the washcloth up my chest. “You know I don’t care about exclusivity, Doc.
I know you’re mine, you will always be mine.
Any other side relationships you have…they’re just pieces of the whole.
You’re mine and I’m yours. I’m not saying you have to do anything with him, I'm simply reminding you that I don’t need to keep you to myself in order to own you. ”
And own me he does, heart and soul.
I shudder, looking down into his bright blue eyes and wondering how the fuck I got so damn lucky.
“I love you, Soren.”
He smiles softly. “I love you, too.” He watches my face for a long moment before asking, “Was it too much?”
I laugh a little. “I should say yes, but…no, it wasn’t. It was humiliating, but it was a punishment. It might not be my kink, but when you use it like that? You make me feel…like I need to be better, do better, for you. So no, it wasn’t too much.”
“Okay. I wasn’t sure about the…ya know, in the mouth part, but it felt right.”
I snort and then wrinkle my nose. “I don’t mind you pissing in me sometimes when you’re trying to prove a point, but yeah…let’s save the in the mouth part for special occasions.”
Daddy laughs. “Deal.” Rising onto his toes, he kisses me fully on the mouth. “I love you. You’re so perfect for me.”
My chest warms again at his words, and I know that he could humiliate and degrade me, or anything else he wants to see from me, every single day, and I’d still want him. Because he’s mine, and I am so completely his.