“Love you, Captain.”
The soft whisper barely reached his ears, but he felt the warm breath against his skin.
“Absolutely adore you, Angel.”
Chapter Nineteen
Megan was climbing the walls. Tony had restricted her to the bed and couch. He wouldn’t let her lift a finger. The vascular specialist had ordered rest with elevation of her feet and hands to reduce swelling and promote the circulation of her poor hands and to a lesser extent, her feet. The tight ties had done the most damage to her hands. She was going to have some further testing next week due to the persistent swelling and numbness in the tips of her fingers. The doctor had likened it to frostbite where the circulation had been so limited for a prolonged period. They were hopeful that she would make a full recovery or at least suffer only minimal sensation loss.
Regan had stepped up and took over the day-to-day management of the bakery. No way could Megan hold - let alone squeeze - a pastry bag to decorate cakes. Regan also stopped by each evening to give her an update, which Tony required, be kept at a minimum. No upsetting her recovery with needless shit, he had demanded. Regan, still freaked out by the kidnapping and beating of her twin, cooperated fully. She would never do anything to interfere with her sister’s rehabilitation.
Megan was also frustrated by everyone walking on eggshells around her. She had gone off on Tony last night, demanding he stop treating her like a porcelain doll. She had been out of the hospital for two weeks. He was tender and loving, but he hadn’t made love to her since she was discharged. He held her each night and was attentive to her every need, except one. When she told him she wanted to come, he had gone down on her and brought her to an awesome orgasm. Afterwards, he had held her, but made no move to seek his own satisfaction.
“There’s nothing wrong with my pussy, dammit!” She had fussed, cursed, cajoled and coaxed only to end in exhaustion as Tony brought her to another orgasm with his fingers and tongue. No cock though. She was dying and she knew he must be, too. He told her his cock wasn’t going to touch her until he got the go ahead from her doctor. Well, thank God her appointment was this afternoon. And fortunately, he had insisted on accompanying her to every single one of them. The doctor was a BDSM friendly physician and also a fellow club member. As such, he and her irritating Dom discussed her as if she weren’t in the room. He gave all of her care instructions to Tony and answered all of his questions in detail. He did condescend to examine her, the actual patient, and listened to her reports of her symptoms. If she tried to minimize something like her appetite, pain level, or sleeping, Tony butted in and set the record straight. He gave a blushing Megan a frown of displeasure that she wasn’t being entirely forthcoming and maybe limiting her recovery.
Well, that ended today. She was going to demand that she be released to return to full activity in the bedroom. Her Dom-imposed celibacy ended today. Megan sat in her paper gown and panties in the cold exam room. The exam paper crinkled as she wiggled impatiently.
“Relax, Megan. All that wiggling and squirming isn’t going to make Carl get here any sooner or the time to pass faster.”
She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. “Easy for you to say, Captain, you’re not freezing your ass off in a paper gown. It’s fucking freezing in here.”
Her hand flew to her mouth as she realized what she had said. Shit! That had been a major slip, two actually. She looked at Tony who looked up at her from his magazine and simply raised his brow.
If he wouldn’t fuck her, he certainly wasn’t going to spank her. Her hand dropped and her lips curled in a smug little smile. Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck Fuck, she childishly thought to herself. It made her feel a little better and relieved some of her frustration.
“You can just wipe that smug look off your face, Megan. This moratorium on punishment isn’t going to last forever. I’ve got a tally running and you’re already up to a hand spanking and whippings with both the crop and my flogger, baby. I think you were up to about twenty-five before your little lapse just now, I guess that raises the ante to thirty-five, hmm? Let’s not tack on anymore. Okay?”
He laughed when Megan’s jaw dropped and her mouth hung open. He leaned over and pushed it closed with a fingertip then pressed a gentle kiss against her lips.
“Behave, Angel.”
Just then, Dr. Carl Simpson entered the room. He checked the circulation in her hands and feet, pinched her nail beds, checked her pulses, and had her perform fine motor tasks to assess her sensation and dexterity. Tony watched closely, God love him. He was so invested in her care and recovery. She loved him so much.
“I’m gonna set you up for an EMG and another never conduction test, Megan. Jenny will set up the appointment and we’ll see how much progress you have made. I want you to continue on the same meds and I’ll see you back in two weeks. I am also going to set you up with an Occupational Therapist who is a hand specialist so we can get the strength and full range of motion back. They can also teach you to use some little gadgets to help you with things like buttoning buttons and getting your shoes on. Although I’m sure Tony is not overburdened by helping you dress and undress.” He laughed softly at his friend before continuing. “The exercises will help with the blood flow, too. Any questions?”
“Just one, Sir.” When Tony had explained that Carl was a friend as well as a BDSM Master at the club, she had started addressing him with the respectful honorific of Sir. Although, she probably would have anyway since he was a doctor. It just had a different meaning to her now.
He raised a brow and waited for her to voice her question. Did all Dom’s know how to work that freakin’ eyebrow? Was it part of their training or an inherent trait of some kind?
“Is it all right to...” Megan paused, embarrassed. “You know, can Tony and I resume...” another pause as she searched for the least embarrassing words to use.
“Definitely. Feel free to resume full activities.” He turned to Tony and reassured him. “Go ahead and resume discipline, just no hand or wrist restraints. No tying her extremities above her head or trunk that would interfere with circulation. We want to promote that, not inhibit it. I’d wait some on the nipple clamping, too. Maybe another four to six weeks to make sure the tissues are healed.”
He went on. “Not that you need me to tell you how to dominate your sub, Cap, but I’d focus on her lovely round ass if I were you. It’s very spankable, I have to say from a purely professional perspective. As a Dom, not a doctor that is. Of course, some orgasm restriction, anal plugging may be useful while she recovers, and I find figging to be a very useful tool to correct bad behavior from a very naughty sub.”
They both looked at Megan and burst out laughing at the deep red blush that suffused her face. Her mouth flapped open like a fish as she stared at her nice doctor in shock. He was talking about her punishment. Spanking her “very spankable” ass and what the hell was figging?
“But...Doctor. I wasn’t talking about punishment. I was referring to...” she looked to Tony for help but he was still laughing. Damn him. No help there. You’d think he’d want to make love to her. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. Had he stopped wanting her? Had seeing her beaten, battered and bruised altered his perception of her. He had been in a parental role of late, caring for her and nursing her back to health. Had he gotten tired of her? Maybe he didn’t want a sub that couldn’t use her hands. One that he could restrain as he’d like.
Tears welled up in her eyes. “Never mind,” she said softly and lowered her gaze to her hands in her lap. Miserable.
Puzzled by the sudden change in her demeanor, Tony finally helped her out. “She’s asking about sex, Doc. She wants to know if we can resume intercourse.”
“Oh. Sorry. By all means, just be careful of positioning, as I said. Hands and knees may put too much pressure on her hands and wrists, so try ass up with chest and head down on a flat surface. That should eliminate any undue pressure since she can spread her arms out to the side without strain on her hands.�
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“Oh my Lord,” Megan moaned and covered her face in embarrassment.
Carl laughed at the adorable little sub. Tony was a lucky Dom. “She’s adorable, Tony but awfully shy. Is she a newbie?”
“Yeah, training has been interrupted by this clusterfuck. But looks like we’ll be back on track soon.”
“Good. I’ll look forward to seeing you both at the club. The Halloween masquerade is in a few weeks. Should be fun.” He gently patted Megan’s shoulder and shook Tony’s hand. “My nurse will be in with your instructions and encounter sheet in a moment.” Then he was gone.
Tony moved in front of Megan. He pushed her legs apart and situated himself between them, pressing her thighs wide. “I’ll help you get dressed, baby.”
He untied her gown and slipped it off. He gently tweaked a nipple before holding her bra out for her arms. She still couldn’t do the hooks by herself. He noticed she was unusually quiet.
“What’s wrong, Angel?”
She shook her head as she watched Tony’s strong hands adjust the cups of her bra so her full breasts were situated within the confines of the fuchsia lace and satin fabric. Very nice, he thought. When he was done, he hooked a finger below her chin and raised her face up to his.
“Shaking your head is not an acceptable response, Megan. Now,” his voice was low and stern. “Tell me what is bothering you?”
“I thought, well...” she paused, not knowing how to phrase it. What if he really had lost his desire for her. Her eyes shifted away from his intense stare. “Eyes on me, Megan.”
Her eyes refocused and she plodded on through. “I thought maybe you didn’t want to make love to me anymore. I thought you didn’t want me, after...” her voice broke and a tear escaped the corner of her eye.
“Oh, Angel. Never think that. I love you, baby. I didn’t want to hurt you and take you before your body had time to heal. We will still have to be very careful of you injuries.” His hands slipped to gently cup her face. He lowered his lips to brush lightly against hers, never breaking eye contact. “I will always want you, baby. You are mine!”
A knock at the door interrupted them and the nurse breezed in. Seeing a half-naked Megan in her Master’s arms, she apologized. “Sorry, Master Tony. I thought I’d given you enough time.”
Tony ignored the gasp that escaped from Megan. “That’s all right, Angela. Just leave the paperwork with me and I’ll finish helping Megan get dressed.”
“Yes, Sir. I have her discharge instructions, her outpatient appointments for her tests next week, and her prescription refills. All is written very clearly. Let me know if you have any questions.” She smiled kindly at Megan, gave a slight nod of her head at Tony and left them alone.
“She called you Master Tony! She’s a sub?”
“Angela is Carl’s sub. She is also his wife. They have been married for fifteen years and have three great kids.”
Tony went about getting her dressed. She had started wearing clothes with minimal zippers, buttons and ties. She slipped on her sweater and stepped into a short skirt. She turned to Tony who promptly zipped and buttoned her up. He lifted her back to the exam table and bent to slip on her shoes. Strappy little sandals with a modest three-inch heel. Although Tony had fussed at her, she wore them as a compromise to her injuries. Being petite, most of her heels were at least four inches for the added height she liked, but Tony had expressly forbidden her to wear them until she was fully recovered.
“You will not be going around on those stilts, baby,” he had ordered. Megan had frowned at her “frumpy old lady shoes” she had argued about, but it had gotten her nowhere.
Tony helped her down from the exam table and pulled her in for a hug. Megan smiled and looked up at her man. His hands gripped her waist and he lifted her up to eye level. He planted a toe curling, thoroughly demanding lip lock on her. When he raised his head, he grinned.
“Let’s head out, babe. We got some serious spanking and fucking to do.”
“Tony!”
He threw back his head and laughed in delight as he set her back on her feet. He tucked her under his arm and swept her out of the doctor’s office.
Chapter Twenty
Tony sat in the conference room with Rick, Dex and the FBI agents. They were pouring over surveillance photos of Edgar Ramirez, formerly known as Creepy Guy. During the extraction of Megan, Ramirez was taken into custody and offered a deal. Cooperate or be released to the mercy of the drug cartel, or worse yet, the retaliation of Tony Rossi. Neither option was a good one according to Edgar, but the least painful was to cooperate. Under close FBI scrutiny, he was wired and continuing his previous duties for the cartel.
It took all of Tony’s infamous control not to lose his shit and go after Ramirez. The damage he had done to Megan was significant and could be long lasting. She could have permanent nerve damage in her hands, which would limit her ability to do the work she loved. She was also dealing with the emotional aftermath. Although she minimized her trauma, Tony could see it. When she got quiet and her gaze became unfocused he knew she was reliving it. When she awoke in the night, screaming, clawing and struggling in his arms, she was reliving it. While he held her and she sobbed in his arms, they were both reliving it.
As the weeks went by and the extent of the cartel’s infiltration into the San Antonio area became clear, the more Tony realized that he would have to tamp down his rage and allow the investigation to play out. The network of drugs, prostitution and human trafficking was vast. Several local and federal agencies were involved in deep undercover operations and he couldn’t let his personal feelings and need for vengeance interfere. However, their resources were being tested and they had turned to some private contractors for assistance, one of which was Rossi Security, Inc.
Because of his emotional involvement, he was letting Rick and Dex take the lead in the operation and he was only consulting. No way could he keep the professional distance required since Megan had been directly impacted and could still be at risk. He was confident Rick and Dex would be able to manage things. Both were experienced operatives and he had the utmost faith in their skills. Tony was going to focus on their backlog of other cases and assist only when necessary.
Following the meeting, he was on a flight to Denver where he was planning on rounding up a skip that a local bondsman had contracted for jumping bail. Dex, their best bounty hunter, had originally been assigned but they transferred the case to Tony so Dex could focus on the cartel case.
He had left Megan that morning, warm and snug in their bed, expecting to return in two to three days just in time for the Halloween masquerade at the club.
Four days later, Megan rolled over in bed, reluctant to leave her warm, snuggly cocoon. What was the point? She wasn’t allowed to return to work yet. Tony was out of town. He was due back yesterday but had been delayed. Although they spoke every night by phone or Skype, Megan missed him terribly.
It had been two months since the kidnapping and her recovery was progressing “as expected.” At least that was what her team of physicians and therapists were telling her. Megan was impatient and bored. She wanted to get back to work; even if she couldn’t decorate cakes, she could manage her business. But Tony was adamant that she strictly follow doctor’s orders. No baking, decorating or computer work. She also couldn’t write very much without getting numbness and tingling in her fingers. She let out a frustrated sigh. She suggested covering the barista station,, but that idea was shot down, too. Not safe to have someone with numbness and tingling fingers handling hot beverages.
She was depressed about her slow recovery. What if she never regained the feeling and strength in her hands? Plus she was bored out of her mind. She was practically a prisoner in her home, which was Tony’s home. She had moved in following the “incident” so he could take care of her. They were getting along really well. She loved him, after all. He was too overprotective, though. She still had a bodyguard. Evidently, he wasn’t convinced that the cartel investigatio
n did not have threads tying back to her and the flash drive. Who knew whom Creepy Guy had shared information with, he said. So, if she wanted to go out, one of the guys had to escort her.
She flopped onto her back in the bed and looked up at the ceiling and smiled. She was also horny. Her Captain was out of town and had been for four long days and five lonely nights. She wasn’t used to going that long without sex. He was a very sexual man with a very active sex drive. They usually made love every morning, even if it was a quickie before Tony left for work. Then, their evenings were filled with more lovemaking, and further submission lessons for Megan. She had learned a lot in the past few months, much of which made her blush even now, alone in her bed.
She especially remembered one such lesson a few weeks back. Megan had been feeling particularly down in the dumps. She had been to the doctor and found that she had gained five pounds. She had cried when she left the office, but hadn’t told Tony the reason why. When he asked, she said “nothing”, which only infuriated him. When they got home, Tony had enough.
“Megan. Upstairs, strip and get over the ottoman. If you are going to cry over “nothing”, then I’ll give you something to cry about.”
Megan ran up the stairs, tears running down her cheeks as she went. When she got to the master bedroom she quickly removed all of her clothes and got in position over the ottoman. A large, rectangular, well-padded suede piece that Tony found was the perfect height for a sound spanking or flogging. It also meant no pressure on her hands and wrists when she placed them at her sides. She wasn’t allowed to move them, including placing them on the floor for support, because Tony was worried that this dependent position would cause them to swell again. When she lay over the narrow side, Tony found much to his delight that her breasts hung down so that they could be played with, her nipples pinched, pulled and clamped at will. Tony found this position to be perfect for oral, pussy and anal fucking as well. All in all, he was thrilled by this ordinarily vanilla piece of furniture.
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