And he was using my real name.
Flailing in the cocoon of blankets, I shoved myself into a sitting position and scurried to the opposite side of the bed from him. I then pressed myself as close as I could to the headboard.
Tilting his masked head at me, the Beast proclaimed, “You don’t look happy to see me.”
“What did you do to me?”
“I gave you five orgasms with my fingers, tongue, and cock.”
A burst of heat bloomed through my core at his words. It was quickly doused with remembering where I was and who he was. “That’s not what I meant, and you know that!”
“But I enjoy talking about your tight cunt.”
The binding of my emotions unraveled sharply. Snatching a vase from the nightstand, I then hurled it at him. “Stop it!”
He easily dodged the vase, and it sailed past him to smash into the wall. “My, my, what a temper you have. This is a side you don’t show to many of your clients, is it, Doc?”
Tears of frustration and fear stung my eyes. Although I hated myself for it, I begged, “Please.”
After staring at me a moment, the Beast crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Fine. I’ll answer your questions honestly.”
“Where am I?”
“My client’s house.”
Client. I sucked in a harsh breath. “You’re the man from my office?”
He shook his head. “That was an associate of mine.”
“An associate? Like with your business?”
“Yes. We both work for the man I came to see you about.”
“Does he know you kidnapped me?”
“He does.” At my gasp of horror, he held up his hands. “Before you can ask, no, he is not happy with the methods I used.”
“Then why did you do it?”
An odd crackling noise emanated from the voice automator. I imagined it would’ve been a sigh. “Because I know how much he needs you, and despite trying to garner your services the correct way, I had to resort to other methods.
“I’m not what he needs,” I protested.
“But you’re the one he wants, and my client always gets what he wants.”
“Even when it comes to kidnapping and holding someone prisoner?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice hissing through the mask.
With my voice trembling, I asked, “Are you going to hurt me?”
“Surely you know the answer to that question.”
“Forgive me for being clueless, but you drugged and kidnapped me.”
“To help my client,” he protested agitatedly.
“While you might have thought about him, you certainly didn’t consider my feelings.”
