Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
The doctor blushed as Peter pecked her adoringly on the cheek. “My ass thanks you, Mel.”
“Now, now. How many times do I need to tell you to stop trying to seduce me?”
He kissed her again, softly, sweetly. “The offer is there. Any time you want to let loose some of that tension, I’m yours. I owe you a hundred orgasms for the way you’ve looked after me.”
My cheeks burned as the nurse, Rose, came to join us and slapped Peter good-naturedly on the shoulder. “Flirt.”
“Only for you ladies.” Peter grabbed Rose’s hand and kissed her knuckles with a flourish. “I’d happily serve both of you. We could ask Ily to step outside—”
“You’re incorrigible.” Rose laughed under her breath.
“I’m horny,” Peter murmured, kissing his way up her arm. “It’s true what they say. Live in a brothel, and sex becomes your harshest master and greatest freedom.”
Pressing my hands over my red-blooming cheeks, I shook my head. “Who the hell are you people? What the hell is this place?”
Peter let Rose go and bowed. “I’m so glad you asked. I’ll tell you. But first…are you up the duff?”
I crossed my arms. “That is none of your—”
“First lesson.” Swooping into me, he grabbed my golden cuffs and planted my arms to the side. His strength belied his svelte leanness; I struggled unsuccessfully in his hold. “Everything about you, every burp, fart, climax, and allergy is now my business. If you have a kink you like, you tell me. If you have a terror that incapacities you, you tell me. Every sickness, every secret, every sexual and seemingly mundane thing…I want to know about, want to know why?”
He let me go and slung his arm over Dr Belford’s slender shoulders. “We need to know so we can protect you. You belong to the Master Jeweler. You will get on your knees, you will gag on his cock, you will let his asshole friends stick their dicks in you, but when they are done, you have us. We take care of one another. We look out for each other. And we’re not about to let some girl who thinks she’s better than us taint our little family.”
Anger tinted his dark eyes, making them gleam with midnight. “I get that this is hard. You’re cursing everyone and thinking we are all your enemies, but you’ll soon learn that we aren’t. We are all you have. We are all you’ll ever have from now on, so…I will ask you one last time.” Grabbing my cheeks, he snapped, “Are you or are you not pregnant?”
I trembled in his hold.
I looked past him to the doctor.
I flinched as the nurse gave me a pitying smile.
And my fight hiccupped. My rage and despair all paused, interrupted by the awful, awful realisation that this wasn’t a game. This wasn’t a nightmare. This was real. This was happening. And there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it.
Grabbing his wrist, clutching the cold metal of his matching cuff marking him as property, I licked my lips and said, “No, I’m not pregnant.”
“Alright then.” Letting me go, he backed up so the doctor could stick me with her needle. I jerked from the sting; she gave me an understanding smile.
“I know you have no idea who to trust right now, but…listen to Peter. He’s telling the truth. He’ll take care of you.” Her eyes shadowed as the contents of the syringe emptied into my arm. “And if it will help you trust me, I can tell you I came to this place by the same method as you.” Tossing the needle into a biohazard bin, she ripped off her gloves. “The night before my court date, I got horribly drunk. A handsome man propositioned me, and I figured if I was going to spend the next decade of my life in jail, what was the harm in sleeping with a total stranger? I woke up here. Gifted by the man who’d bedded me to the Master Jeweler in return for a membership into the Jewelry Box.”
She shrugged. “That was eighteen years ago. I served, like you will. But then Victor’s previous doctor died rather suddenly and…I stepped in. He gave me the choice: stay a jewel or become his personal doctor and oversee all the care of his beloved gems.”
Glancing at Peter, she sighed. “I do my best to care for them in every way I can because I’ve been there. I know what it’s like. And I know…regardless of our fight and promises not to give in, you will one day blink and notice years have passed. And the only light in those years was found in the people you now get to call family.”
“I love you,” Peter murmured with so much affection, so much gratitude, my heart pinched. “And we’re all incredibly thankful for your care.”