“All good.” Gavin taps my left arm. “You may put your arm back now,” he says, then covers me up.
I bite my inner cheek to hold in a sob as Haidyn lets go of my sweaty hand.
“Now…I’m going to give you a pelvic exam.” He moves to the end of the table and pulls out the stirrups, making the table rattle.
I allow him to place my shaking legs in them as he instructs. “Scoot your bottom down to the edge.”
I try to wiggle my way down, but my skin is stuck to the paper.
“Little more.”
I do as instructed, then wrap my arms tightly around my chest, wanting to cover my tear-streaked face.
“You’re going to feel some pressure.” His glove-covered fingers enter me, and I raise my hips up as he stands between my spread legs and presses down on my lower abdomen. “Doing great, Charlotte,” he tells me, and my cheeks flush.
I’ve had a male gynecologist for years, but to have Haidyn in here with me is humiliating.
Gavin’s free hand presses down on my stomach as he feels around before he removes his hand from between my legs, and I sink into the table, letting out a long breath. He takes his gloves off and throws them away. I go to move my legs, but Haidyn’s voice stops me.
“Stay,” he commands. It’s the first word he’s spoken since he entered with Gavin, and it sends a chill up my spine.
I take a shaky breath and lick my lips. Gavin walks over to me with a clipboard. He looks over and speaks to Haidyn. “Looks good. I’ll go get everything ready and be right back. Should have you out of here within a couple of hours.” He exits, closing the door, and I try to take a calming breath, but it doesn’t work.
“Haidyn…?” I can only whisper his name and glance up at him.
He’s already staring down at me. He gently runs his knuckles down the side of my wet cheek. “Yeah, doll face?”
“What’s going to take a couple of hours?” I’m sucking in air but feeling lightheaded. The idea of passing out sounds good.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he says, “Place your arms above your head,Annabelle.”
The way he calls me by my real name tells me he’s serious. My stomach sinks at the order, and I lift my arms, which seem tohave gained twenty pounds each, but I manage to lay them above my head, bent at the elbows.
Haidyn steps away from the side, and he grabs my wrist, placing it where he wants it, stretching it above my head. The sound of medical restraints hits my ears before I realize he’s secured it to the table. Then he repeats the process with the other.
I try to pull on them, but they’re tied down above my head. “Haidyn…please…” My voice trembles, and my legs shake.
He comes back into my view when he stands next to me once again. His hand cups my face as my eyes find his. They don’t look amused or intrigued, just empty. I’ve never seen such pretty blue eyes look so dead. It’s scary. There’s no telling what kind of initiations this man went through to become who he is today. But I have a feeling he’s going to put me through the same humiliation. “I’m not going to hurt you here.”
The fact that he saidherejust confirms what I already knew—pain is in my future. But of course, it is. That’s how the Lords are taught to treat women. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand in our life.
They’re bred to give it, and we’re conditioned to like it.
I open my mouth to ask again what he’s going to do, but he moves to the stirrups. They’re the kind that cover your entire leg, not just for your feet, bending at the knees. He buckles another belt around my upper thigh, then my ankle. He goes and does the other two on the opposite leg.
I’m strapped down to the table from my wrists to my legs secured to the stirrups. I lift my hips the little it allows because that’s all I can move. I wish I was face down so I could at least bury it in the table so he can’t see me cry. When I pull on my legs, my thighs tighten at the lack of movement. My body heat is rising, and my breath comes in short pants.
We’re made to be whores, and I hate that no matter how much I lack in experience in that department, my body still wants to explore it.
The door opens, and I can’t see who it is from my position, but I know it’s Gavin. The sound of squeaking wheels makes me flinch. He’s got a cart of some kind.
“Here you go, Haidyn. Take all the time you need. Once done, I’ll return to draw some blood, get a urine sample, and administer the birth control.” With that, he exits, leaving me strapped to the table with a man who can do anything to me in this position. Seriously, the options are endless, and my mind runs wild.
TWENTY-THREE
HAIDYN
Iwatch her body tremble while strapped to the table. She’s wide open and ready for me to do whatever the fuck I want to her. Gavin is always more than willing to help out a fellow Lord, so when I told him of my plan, he didn’t bat an eye. The guy has seen some shit in his day. I’m sure he didn’t agree with all of it, but as a Lord, he serves and never asks questions.
