"See what you do to me, mistress?" he said through clenched teeth. He moved his hand faster, unable to remember if he'd ever jerked off in front of a woman before.
“Keep talking." Her much smaller hand drifted down to his balls and gave them an experimental slap. "You like that?"
"Yes."
She hit him again harder. "I said ‘keep talking.’"
“Your boy wants to come.”
“No,” she said. “Stop what you're doing. Put your hands behind your back.”
He stuck his hands behind his back, remembering he wasn't supposed to touch her. His control was in tatters and the words steamed out. “Please, Lily. I can't hold back. Please, I'll do anything you need.”
Lily tilted her brown eyes up to meet his eyes. His erection strained, deep purple and mere inches from her mouth. “Come, boy.”
“I—”
“Obey.”
She slapped his cock hard, and he just fucking erupted. His vision blurred for a good ten seconds as his orgasm went on and on and on.
When the world came back in focus, he realized he had basically painted Lily from the neck down, thick white liquid dripping down the front of her dress, but her expression was nothing but satisfaction.
“You're mine,” she said, “I own you.”
“Yes.” It had been true since the first night.
“You will obey me.”
“Yes,” as that was never in doubt.
“Good,” she said. “Into my bedroom, boy. You’ll make me come so much I forget I hate you.”
“Yes.”
Chapter21
"OB has got to recruit more Spanish-speaking residents," Lillian said out loud as the transport staff and OB residents pushed the patient toward the staff elevators.
Mariana the charge nurse agreed, "They did, but it is Thanksgiving."
"Or more Spanish-speaking nurses. Or buy more blue translator phones."
Lillian knew she was projecting her frustration with the whole ‘your-not-boyfriend-is-a-huge-liar/undercover-police-officer’ to everyone around her today. They’d had sex all night long, and then Lillian had gone to work, ditching him the way he’d left her last week.
Note included.
“Not a substitute for a human being.” Mariana, who was a shade younger than Lillian, shrugged.
"We're covered if they speak Tagalong.
"Full term and no prenatal care. I've seen her kids sometimes outside the hospital." Lillian’s last meeting with her had been less than a week ago for one of her kids’ ear pain.
"Yeah, you and the free clinic," Mariana said, familiar with most of the city. "It's nice of you to work there."
"Nice of me to work Thanksgiving too?" Lillian was cross-covering the nursery and General Pediatrics since the nursery was pretty bare without scheduled C-sections or inductions for the holiday. Next week it would be hopping.
"Someone has to, and I'm here." Mariana straightened her navy-blue scrubs. "Though they are paying me an obscene amount of money."
