I can’t hold back the first remark that pops into my head.
“It’s hard to notice the size of her backside when her big tits are bouncing in my face.”
Meridei’s sweet expression slips into a brief mask of shock.
Sapphire would have a wicked death glare for me right now. We’ve never had sex. But I would be lying if I hadn’t thought about it.
“And I bet that’s your delusional disorder talking. Not the real you, hmm?” Her voice maintains that syrupy sweet tone. And she begins massaging my foot over the sheet.
I glance down at her pale hand, stroking and kneading my heel, ankle, then calf.
“A woman who follows her dietary regimen and nightly beauty routines has a softer touch. Likethis. Does this feel good?” Meridei rubs her palm against the inside of my knee. “A woman such as myself would massage your penis every day. Isn’t that something you want?”
I’m momentarily hypnotized. My body reacts to this unexpected approach of her coming onto me. My heart races. And my bloodstream shoots down to my groin.
“You are so handsome. And you poor thing, you’ve probably built up so much married to that awful woman. You must need to ejaculate so badly…” Meridei’s voice slips into a dangerous sensual place. Like a siren calling to me.
And that small hand slips over my hardening cock under the white sheets. She uses the palm of her hand to massage my shaft, up and down, up and down.
“Does that feel good?” Meridei lowers her lids and stares up at me through thin eyelashes. They aren’t long, full, and wispy like Sapphire’s.
That’s all it takes.
There’s an unfamiliar feeling that rises like steam in my chest. A deep, unprovoked yearning over the thought of Sapphire, the girl I’ve known my entire life, suffering a barbaric treatment right now.
My erection vanishes.
And a burning pit forms in my belly. A well of fury at this woman thinking she can manipulate me while my wife is being tortured. No, not really my wife. But Meridei doesn’t know that. She thinks I’m like any man who enters these doors. She thinks I’d betray my wife for her. Is that part of her fucked up psychosis? Simply knowing she can harm someone or make them do whatever she wants by any means necessary?
Christ, I almost fell for it.
Meridei notices my dick go limp under her touch. There’s a brief flicker of panic as she tries to summon it back. I grin at the failed effort.
“I am so sorry, Meridei. You’re just not nearly as stunning as my wife.” I sit up as much as my shackles will allow. “And not to mention, you must have contracted so many sexually transmitted diseases by doing this to your patients. I’d rather not catch whatever you have brewing down there. But please, I’d like to report a highly inappropriate misconduct for what you just attempted. Add it to my chart.”
Meridei stares at me long enough for that submissive mask to fall off. Long enough to show me the demon who made a lasting impression on my father and Aunt Skylenna.
I lean closer, refusing to break eye contact with this new version of her.
“I’d like to see my wife now.”
37. Famine Without End
Sapphire
Patient Two expected to respond favorably to correctional Lady-Doll Regimen within three weeks. Temporal Displacement Fixation (Time Traveling Delusions) requires further investigation and rigorous treatments pending compliance.
The raw eggs weren’t that bad.
But the oats and laxatives had me spending most of my day in the washroom.
“Were your meals as tasty as you hoped they would be?” Meridei pulls up a small metal chair. I was hoping she was too busy for my case. That I could slide on by without attracting anymore of her attention.
“They were fine. Thank you.” I face away from her on my bed, strapped down after the washroom trips finally stopped.
“Fine? I’m sure they are nothing compared to your feasts of crumpets and cookies, yes?”
Ah, I see what we’re doing now.
