“What kind of treat?”
“There’s a cafe downtown that bakes their own desserts. We’re meeting Auntie Cat there for a late breakfast after your appointment, and if you behave yourself, you can pick out something sweet as well.”
It’s an olive branch of sorts, or at least it seems like one. A man like Evander Hawthorne wouldn’t be in the habit of offering bribes to get people to obey him. The fact that he isn’t simply demanding my surrender, but rather trying to earn it, goes a long way toward winning my compliance.
“Okay, Daddy.”
My reward is a bright smile and the press of his lips to my forehead. “That’s my good little kitten.”
Lucas emerges from the bathroom holding a bag with a long hose attached to it and my heart slams against my chest.
I can do this. It’s just an enema. Plenty of people get them all the time.
Dragging in a deep breath, I squeeze my eyes shut as someone grips my knees, pushing my legs back and open, exposing all those most intimate parts of me to them. Humiliation turns my cheeks into an inferno as I do my best to lie completely still and accept what comes next.
“There’s going to be a bit of a pinch, little one,” Lucas explains as something presses against my bottom hole.
“Oh, she’s well aware.” Dark humor wraps around Evander’s words. “But this little nozzle isn’t nearly as large as Daddy’s cock. Is it, kitten?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
“And you’ve already had Daddy’s cock in your bottom. So this should be nothing.”
It’s not a question, so I don’t bother to answer. I’m not sure I even could with the embarrassment threatening to strangle me as I lie there, completely exposed to some of the most dangerous men in the world.
If I don’t win the fucking Pulitzer for this, I willriot.
Chapter Eleven
Natalie
There is a bit of a pinch as they push the nozzle into me, but as Evander so helpfully pointed out, it’s not nearly as large as his cock so it’s fairly easy for me to take. My bottom hole still burns a bit from my punishment last night, but not enough for me to risk more of Evander’s strict discipline by protesting.
“You’re going to feel some cramping,” Lucas explains, and if I’m not mistaken, he almost sounds apologetic for the pain he’s about to inflict on me. “And you’ll need to hold this mixture in your tummy for at least ten minutes. But your Daddy and I will be right here with you.”
The fact that he feels the need to say that after everything Evander has already done to me fills my stomach with dread. But I manage to nod, because what’s the point in trying to fight them now? “Okay, Papa. I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” Evander murmurs, brushing the hair from my face. “It will be over soon, kitten. And then you can play in the bath Papais running for you.”
There’s a softclickand a moment later liquid rushes into my bowels. It’s not so bad at first, it mostly just makes me feel uncomfortably full.
But then the cramps start. Stabbing pains in my lower stomach that make me cry out as I arch up against the strap holding me down onto the table. “Oh! Daddy, it hurts! Make it stop!”
“I know, kitten. It’s going to hurt for a few more minutes. What kind of toys do you want in your bath?”
My eyes fly open at the question, locking on his face. Despite his calm words, there’s a hint of worry in those almost-black eyes that oddly helps to calm my own racing heart. “Wh-what?”
A small smile curves his lips as he continues petting my hair. “Bath toys, kitten. What kind would you like? Victoria is partial to mermaids and pirates, because she enjoys luring the pirates to a watery grave.”
“I like her already,” I manage to say with a shaky laugh as the cramping in my stomach worsens.
“You would.” His tone is dry, and I can’t help but giggle, even though I’m in more pain than I can remember feeling in a very long time, if ever. “Let’s see… we have some ducks. Different sea animals.”
Is he—Is he trying to distract me? It’s sweet, in its way, even though he is the reason I’m strapped to this table fighting for my life.
But I’d much rather focus on the distraction, so I consider my options. “Sharks?”
“Ah… I’m not sure. Lucas?”
