The doctor pulled out and walked to my front. He levered my head back from where I’d flopped.
“Upstairs, now.”
Raggedly I stood, and now my legs really were jelly. New come was leaving a meandering path on the inside of my thighs. I looked to him.
“That can stay.” He retrieved the leash, tucked himself away and proceeded to walk toward the door.
I had no choice but to obey.
10
CHARITY
The bed in this huge, elegant room was the size of a small European country. Bronze flamingos were set to the left and right of the entry to the adjoining bathroom, but there were precisely zero doors that could be closed to separate it from the bedroom.
I was prepared to go to sleep all messed up, since that was where the doctor had been heading with this punishment routine, but we passed through the bedroom and into the bathroom. This was beautiful if antiquated in style, with gold accents and glossy, enamel tiles with blue flourishes. It smelled of sunshine and lemons, and here and there the floor held grains of sand left behind by other feet on other days. Sand still clung to my legs despite the hosing and washing.
I looked about while rubbing my ankle clean.
Pots with thick-leaved greenery perched on narrow stands, to either side of the two washbasins. The fittings, faucets, and mirror were art deco, from my vague recollection of that art form. The sky-blue and beach-yellow towels looked soft enough to swim in. I ran my hand over one to check and found I was right. Curved, green-tinted glass screens enclosed the shower end of the circular, shower-cross-bathtub.
A steaming, hot bath was waiting for the doctor, and Cassius was in here drying off and naked. Any other time his bare ass and muscled body would have had me drooling, at least a little. Not tonight. Faceplanting in bed was my goal.
The doctor was undressing, and Cassius…as he dried his neck, he paused to eye me from over the top of his towel.
I could tell where he was looking. Everywhere. Until he reached my legs. There, he braked and fixated.
After checking out my come-smeared legs, I shrugged. That? It was their doing. It was the disconcerting smolder in his eyes that made me click into a realization. He hated seeing the doctor’s come on me? The doctor smirked as if he’d noticed that reaction.
Was I being staked out like territory in this sharing arrangement? Their rivalry was showing, and it was fascinating. I felt like a prized object, but this wasn’t all bad. This might be something I could use as leverage?
“Really?” I used a wash basin to keep myself upright. “Next thing you’ll both be peeing on me.” They brightened. “Hey. No. That’s it. Just no. Hard limit.”
“If she says no…” Cassius was almost purring, having switched gears on the spot.
“We should do it?”
“Eww. I’ll barf if either of you do. You said no bath for me? I’m off to snuggle into those sheets.”
“Come here.” The doctor beckoned.
If this was peeing… I would rewrite the book and…what? Hit them? Protest loudly? It would do nothing to stop them. Tentatively I walked forward.
“Get in.” He nodded at the bath.
“I thought—”
“I was fucking with you. In.”
I hesitated.
“Now.”
“Fine.” I flopped a hand. I was too tired, too fed up, and too dirty, to complain much about being allowed to bathe properly. The walk upstairs had chilled my skin.
Then I tripped and barely stopped myself headbutting the rim of the bathtub.
The doctor grabbed my shoulder and made thattsk-tsksound, then he bent me over the edge and deftly removed the butt plug. Another of his teasing mind-fucks? I was glad of the respite. There’d be no anal, tonight, surely, unless he wanted zombie sex.