FrankenDom

  “I do care, Sir,” I gulped. “I’m so sorry.”

  Julian laid a hand on my head. “I’m glad to hear it, but that doesn’t excuse your selfishness and disobedience.”

  The tears got away then, sliding down my cheeks and dripping on my thighs as I bent my head in shame.

  He sat down beside me on the edge of the tub. “Come,” he said, urging me toward him with a hand around my shoulders. “You’ll feel better after this is finished.”

  I felt better already as I leaned into him, comforted by the tender touch. But then I realized he was pulling me facedown over his lap and my stomach contracted violently.

  “No, Sir!” I tried to back away but he forced me down onto my elbows with a hand in the middle of my back. Immediately I laid the side of my face against the cold tile and reached back to cover my defenseless butt, kicking wildly, trying to squirm back into the water. “No, Sir, please! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.”

  “Colin, Hans, if you please,” he said.

  Colin knelt in front of me and pulled my arms forward, pinning my wrists to the tile over my head, while Hans knelt behind me and held my ankles against his hairy thighs. But I continued to struggle, sobbing openly now.

  “Have you never received a spanking before, Rachel?” Julian asked quietly, smoothing his hand over my buttocks in a gentle motion.

  “No, Sir,” I choked out.

  “Oh, my.” He sighed. “Then you’re long overdue, my little slave. Now tell me your safe words.”

  I choked back my sobs and took a deep breath. How could I have forgotten about my safe words? I could be out of this just by opening my mouth.

  “Red and yellow,” I finally replied.

  “You’re welcome to use them at any time, but I want you to think about something before you do. How will you feel if you leave this room knowing you refused to accept the consequences of your actions? How will you feel if you leave this room knowing you disappointed both Colin and me and didn’t even try to make amends?”

  Another sob built in my chest but I held it back. God, he was right—I was utterly miserable and would continue to be miserable until I’d done whatever was necessary to earn his forgiveness, and Colin’s.

  Resigned to my fate, I sighed, relaxing just a teeny bit.

  “I will give you spankings that will make you feel very, very good, Rachel,” he said, smoothing his hand over my butt again, relaxing me even more. “This won’t be one of them.”

  Chapter Ten

  Before I could prepare myself, he slapped my right cheek hard enough to make me arch and cry out. Tears spurted again down my face again, dripping onto the tile, but I bit my lips and braced myself for the next one. It wasn’t long in coming, and son of a bitch, it hurt! I’d expected him to go for the other side, but he hit the exact same spot, and it burned like he’d pressed a hot iron to it.

  “Relax, Rachel,” Colin said softly. “It hurts less if you don’t resist the pain.”

  I sniffled and tried to do as he said, letting my hot right cheek rest on the tile again. I held it there, biting my lip while Julian delivered eight more to the same spot. By the time he finished, I was sobbing and writhing, desperate to get away. Then he started all over on the left side, and by the time he’d hit me another ten times, I was yelling with each one.

  “Do you feel better yet, Rachel?” he asked, rubbing both flaming cheeks with his flaming hand.

  I could only sob, leaking hot tears all over the tile. I’d never felt so fucking miserable in my entire life. I was cold except for where my body rested on Julian’s—and my inflamed butt, of course—and I wanted nothing more than to be held and forgiven.

  Julian hit me on the right again, lower, closer to my thigh, and I screeched with dread.

  “No more, please!”

  They came faster this time, the rhythmic slaps echoing in the locker room while I just laid there and sobbed.

  When he stopped to rub me again, I prayed it was really over this time. His palm felt like sandpaper on my skin.

  “There,” he said, “now you have permission go in the hot tub, Rachel. In fact, I insist on it.”

  Hans let go of my ankles, but Colin didn’t let go of my wrists when Julian pushed me off into the tub. I gasped as the hot water seared my chilled skin again. An instant later, I screamed. My white-hot butt felt like it was being boiled in acid. Writhing and moaning, I begged Colin to let me out as tried to climb up and out of the tub, but Hans jumped in behind me and held my hips under the water.

  I collapsed onto the tile again, sobbing wretchedly.

  “Have you had enough of the hot tub yet, Rachel?” Julian asked.

  “Yes, Sir. Please forgive me. Please. I never wanted to disappoint you, Sir, and I’m so sorry I did.”

  “All right,” he said, stroking the damp, tangled hair away from my cheek. “You’ve been punished. I hate that I had to be so harsh with you, but you must learn when it’s appropriate to be bratty and when it’s not. Once you make amends for your actions, you’ll be completely forgiven.”

  Hope exploded in my chest and I raised my head to look at him with swollen eyes. “Anything, Sir.”

  “Good.” He tugged the towel aside, revealing his stirring cock, and my eyes widened. He was uncut. I hadn’t seen all that many uncircumcised penises, and I’d certainly never touched one intimately. Or tasted one. I wanted to, badly. Right this minute. I longed to shower all my love and penitence on it and worship it with my tongue.

  Mesmerized, I barely noticed when Colin let go and Hans scooted me sideways until Julian’s fascinating cock was right in front of my face. Gasping at the implication, I looked up and saw Julian’s brows rise expectantly.

  Sucking his cock was how I had to make amends? Oh, jackpot!

  I attacked, sucking him into my watering mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and trying to slide the tip inside that entrancing rim of flesh. It disappeared almost immediately as his cock expanded.

  When I whimpered my disappointment, Julian groaned, burying his hand in my hair. “If you’re a very good girl, Rachel, I’ll let you play with it after I come sometime.”

  Marginally consoled, I wrapped my hands behind his butt and went to work, sucking, swirling and bobbing, determined to give him the best blowjob ever. He swelled to proportions I’d never had in my mouth before, making me realize just why taking him last night had been so difficult. He had to have at least two inches on Colin, and probably four on Tris, the guy I’d hooked up with during my dive trip.

  Julian’s hand began to exert downward pressure, making me take more of him, but when he hit the back of my throat, I gagged and tried to pull away. He was having none of that, though—he let me back off an inch but that was it.

  “I told you, Sir, she’s a come slut but she can’t deep throat.”

  I growled. Damn Colin! Enjoying oral sex did not make me a come slut. Or did it? I really loved it when he came in my mouth, and I desperately wanted Julian to.

  “We’ll have to fill that deficit in her education, stat,” Julian murmured. “Why don’t you show her how it’s done, Colin?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Colin said with genuine enthusiasm.

  If it were for any other reason, I would have been loath to give up my prize. But when Colin splashed in beside me and knelt on the ledge beside Julian’s legs, I backed away at once, already sweating with lustful anticipation. I wanted to see Julian and Colin together more than I wanted anything else in the world at that moment.

  Julian leaned back on his hands, making his cock stand even taller. Colin didn’t hesitate—he bent over with his hands clasped behind his back and slowly took it all the way down to the root. He didn’t even twitch when Julian reached up and pressed his head down even further.

  Julian held him there for a few seconds that must have seemed like years to Colin and then said, “Swallow.”

  Colin obeyed, and I watched with wide eyes as the muscles of his throat worked around the thick column of flesh.r />
  “Again.”

  When Colin did it again, I swallowed too and whimpered with envy and dismay. I’d never be able to do that. How in the hell was he not fighting and gagging and gasping for air?

  “All it takes is a little training and self-discipline, Rachel,” Julian said, smiling at my expression.

  Dread seized me. It would take a lot more than a little to make me capable of that.

  Just when I was beginning to worry about the oxygen supply to Colin’s brain, Julian slid his hand down to Colin’s neck and squeezed. “Excellent, my boy, but why don’t you let Rachel do what she can now.”

  If I were in Colin’s position, I would have jerked away, coughing and sputtering and possibly vomiting in the hot tub, but he rose as casually as if he’d been breathing through Julian’s urethra. I bristled when he sat beside Julian and gave me a wickedly self-satisfied smile. He’d always wanted me to do this and it looked like he was going to get his way.

  When Julian crooked a finger at me, I leaned forward and applied myself to the task with slightly less enthusiasm. He immediately began guiding my head with both hands, using me, rudely masturbating himself with my mouth, and all I could do was try to maintain some sort of suction and not seize up when he hit the back of my throat.

  He swelled even more and forced out, “Swallow it, Rachel, because come is all you’re getting for lunch.”

  And then his hands forced me down, down, making me thrash and gag as his semen spurted into the back of my throat. Between the spasms, I managed to recover enough to swallow around the thick head a couple of times, and then swirled it with my tongue when his hold on me eased.

  “Very nice, little slave,” he said softly, patting me on the head before he stood up on the ledge and wrapped the towel around his hips again.

  His praise brought tears of joy and gratitude to my eyes. I’d made amends and I was forgiven.

  Then Colin slid into his place, wearing a huge grin. “You’d better hurry, Rachel. That ass is going to need some ice soon.”

  Great. Now that he’d mentioned it, I remembered how much it hurt and heaved an exaggerated sigh. “I don’t know why I like you when you’re so mean to me.”

  “Suck, slave. I need to shower.”

  I obeyed, pleased to know he wasn’t going to turn the tables on me this time and deprive me of his orgasm. By the time he came, naturally going deep enough to gag me repeatedly, my jaw ached and my throat was sore.

  When he stood up, I put one foot up on the ledge and tried to climb out.

  “Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

  “To shower?” I said with wide eyes.

  He shook his head. “You don’t have time to shower. You’re not done yet.”

  Oh hell. I settled back into the tub just in time for Hans to sit down in front of me.

  “Hello, Rachel,” he said cheerfully, wagging his erection at me. “This is my cock and he’s very pleased to meet you.”

  I scowled, but my heart blipped with deviant excitement.

  “Really?” I asked Julian, who was watching while he soaped his body with leisurely strokes.

  “Do you feel better now, Rachel?” he asked with an indulgent smile.

  “Much,” I said in a heartfelt tone.

  “Then you’ll feel even better after you’re done with Hans. Now get busy, slave. We have work to do.”

  Fighting a smile, I got to work.

  * * * * *

  During lunch, I sat on two ice packs and watched—wet, smelly and unkempt—as Julian and Colin ate slices of fresh, hot bread and bowls of fragrant stew. Intermittent growls from my stomach made them both smile, and though I tried to pout, I was too bizarrely happy to do anything but smile back at them. Bree would blow an artery if she could see me right now.

  Afterward we went back and finished our tour of the hospital floor, including the medical labs, nursing stations and several state-of-the-art intensive care rooms. Then we stopped at the office with the printer and Colin handed me a red three-ring binder so heavy I almost dropped it.

  “Here’s a little light reading for you, otherwise known as the Operation FrankenDom playbook,” he said. “Learn it. You may be called upon to assist another surgeon, if necessary.”

  I grinned. “Is it really…”

  Operation FrankenDom was indeed printed in big black letters on the cover. The subtitle underneath was Vascular Surgery.

  And underneath that, McBride of FrankenDom.

  “You’re insane,” I told Julian. “You know that, right?”

  “The proper term is mad,” he corrected. “Mad scientists only become insane when they lose their sense of humor.”

  “I suppose your title is Igor?” I asked Colin.

  He grimaced. “No, which is why I’m careful to keep my playbook hidden away in my room.”

  When I stared at him questioningly, Julian said, “Can’t you guess? He’s FrankenDom’s Fuckhole.”

  I cleared my throat. “Um, yeah, I’d keep that hidden in my room, too.”

  From there, we went back to the operating rooms and they walked me through the basics of the procedure.

  “You’ll work with Dr. Lang on severing the patient’s blood supply while another team of vascular surgeons severs the donor’s at the same level,” Julian explained. “Then you’ll both accompany the patient’s head to the other OR and reestablish the blood supply, reinforcing the common carotids and jugular veins with bio-absorbable mesh stents.”

  “I assume they’ll both be hypothermic?” I asked. Reducing the body’s core temperature by a significant amount would slow the metabolism, allowing the patient’s brain to survive longer without oxygen.

  “Yes they will,” he said with an approving look. “With you and Dr. Lang working on both sides of the patient at once, you’ll have sufficient time to connect all the major arteries before brain damage occurs. It should go without saying that the cardiovascular system will be the last severed and the first restored in both subjects, and you’ll be suturing faster than you’ve ever sutured in your life. Once the integrity of the patient’s vascular system has been verified, a state-of-the-art heart-lung machine will rewarm the patient while the spinal cord is fused. This will, of course, be the most time-consuming portion of the procedure. Afterward, the skull will be temporarily attached to the spine while muscles and ligaments are reattached.”

  “That sounds like a very long day.”

  “We estimate the entire process will last at least thirty hours, assuming no there are no complications.”

  “It could be months after that before you have any idea whether or not the procedure is successful,” I pointed out.

  “That’s the nature of the beast, Rachel. Much of scientific research, and even medicine, is a waiting game.”

  “I know.” I sighed. “So who’s the first patient?”

  “He prefers to remain anonymous, for obvious reasons.”

  I stiffened. “Julian, I don’t operate on anyone without knowing who they are. For obvious reasons,” I added tartly.

  His eyes narrowed. ““Sarcasm ill becomes you, Doctor.”

  “Sarcasm is a body’s natural defense against stupidity, Doctor,” I fired back.

  “Indeed,” he replied stiffly.

  Too late, I realized just what I’d said, and to whom.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” I said at once, trembling with dismay. “I didn’t mean that at all. I was channeling my sister Bree. She says that all the time, and it just popped out. That’s no excuse, I know, and I’m appalled that I said it to you, of all people. Please forgive me.”

  When he said nothing, I took a deep breath and went on, “You need to understand, Sir, that I cannot go into this operation blindly. It already stretches the limits of our credibility as scientists, and if it fails, we could be all crucified by the media, and shunned by every medical and scientific community in the world. We could lose our licenses to practice medicine in the US. We could be sued for wrongful de
ath. And no matter what assurances the Montanevan government has given you, we could even go to prison. I refuse to risk my career and my reputation without knowing exactly what I’m signing up for. Hell, for all I know, it’s the president of the US and if he dies, I’ll be arrested for assassinating him.”

  Julian sighed. “Rachel, I promise you, it’s not the president. He doesn’t have Bain’s—although the vice-president’s father does, and we may eventually be called upon to perform the same procedure on him.”

  Turning, I headed straight for the door. “Sorry, Sir, but I’m gone.”

  “Stop.”

  I spun on my heel. “What?”

  “You will not reveal this to anyone, Rachel. He couldn’t live with the details of his transplant being leaked to the public.”

  “I signed the confidentiality agreement and I’ll honor it. He has nothing to fear from me.”

  Julian sighed again. “Very well. The patient is my brother Jordan.”

  “Oh…God,” I said faintly. That handsome, smiling, active young man in the photographs was in the final stages of Bain’s Atrophy? “I’m so sorry, Sir.”

  Julian scrubbed his hands over his face. “That was the bad news I received the day Colin came home and said he’d upset you. I think I went a little mad that day.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “I hadn’t really begun to make headway into Bain’s yet, had barely conceived this half-baked germ of an idea about how to tackle it, and suddenly I was fighting for my brother’s life. That’s why I took Colin and disappeared. I didn’t want to abandon you, but the clock was ticking and I had to focus every ounce of energy and every brain cell I had on finding a cure.”

  “I understand,” I said softly.

  “So you’ll stay? You’ll still participate in the surgery?”

  Sighing, I nodded. How could I refuse? “Of course I will.”

  He hesitated and then said, “Thank you. I am forever in your debt.”

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