“She’s already under?”Goldberg asks, getting up to greet us.A short, balding man in his forties, he’s one of the most talented surgeons I’ve ever met.I pay him an arm and a leg to treat minor injuries, but I consider it worth it.In my line of work, one never knows when a good doctor will come in handy.
“Yes.”I carefully put Nora down on the couch.Her left arm hangs off the edge, so I gently arrange her in a more comfortable pose, making sure that her dress covers her slim thighs.Goldberg won’t care either way—he’s far more likely to get a hard-on for me than for my wife—but I still don’t like the idea of exposing her unnecessarily, even to a man who’s openly gay.
“You know, I could’ve just numbed the area,” he says, pulling out the tools he needs.All of his movements are practiced and efficient; he’s a master at what he does.“It’s a simple procedure—nothing that requires the patient to be unconscious.”
“It’s better this way.”I don’t explain further, but I think Goldberg gets it, because he doesn’t say anything else.Instead he puts on his gloves, takes out a large syringe with a thick hypodermic needle, and approaches Nora.
I step back to give him some room.
“How many trackers would you like?One or more?”he asks, glancing in my direction.
“Three.”I’ve thought about this before, and that’s what makes the most sense to me.If she’s ever stolen, my enemies might think to look for a locator chip on her body, but they’re unlikely to look for three of them.
“Okay.I will put one in her upper arm, one in her hip, and one in her inner thigh.”
“That should work.”The trackers are tiny, about the size of a grain of rice, so Nora won’t even feel them there after a few days.I’m also planning to have her wear a special wristband as a decoy; it will have a fourth tracker in it.This way, if her abductors find the wristband tracker, they might be foolish enough to get rid of it and not look for any on her body.
“Then that’s what I’ll do,” Goldberg says and, swabbing Nora’s upper arm with a disinfecting solution, presses the needle to her skin.A small droplet of blood wells up as the needle goes in, depositing the tracker; then he disinfects the area again and tapes a small bandage over it.
The implant in her hip is next, followed by one in her inner thigh.It takes less than six minutes between the start and the end of the procedure, and Nora sleeps peacefully through it all.
“All done,” Goldberg says, pulling off his gloves and packing up his bag.“You can take off the bandages in an hour, once the bleeding stops, and put on regular Band-Aids.Those areas might be tender for a couple of days, but there shouldn't be any scarring, particularly if you keep the insertion points clean in the meantime.If anything, call me, but I don’t anticipate any problems.”
“Excellent, thank you.”
“My pleasure.”And with that, Goldberg packs up his bag and exits the room.
Nora regainsconsciousness around three in the morning.
I’m sleeping lightly, so I wake up as soon as she begins to stir.I know she’ll have a headache and some nausea from the drug, and I have a water bottle prepared in case she’s thirsty.I expect the side effects to be mild, since I gave her a small dose.When I took her from the park, I had to give her a lot more to make sure she stayed under for the full twenty-hour-plus trip to the island, so she should recover much faster today.
I hate you.
Fuck, not again.I push away the memory of her small, accusing whisper and focus on the present.I can feel her stirring next to me, a small sound of discomfort escaping her throat as the mattress rubs against the tender spot in her upper arm.That sound does something to me, gets under my skin for some reason.I don’t want Nora in pain—not from this, at least—and I reach for her, pulling her closer to me so I can hug her from the back.
She stiffens at my touch, rigid tension spreading through her body, and I know that she’s awake now, that she remembers what happened.
“How are you feeling?”I ask, keeping my voice low and soothing as I stroke the smooth curve of her outer thigh with my hand.“Do you want some water or anything?”
She doesn’t say anything, but I feel her head moving slightly, and I interpret that as a nod.
“All right then.”Reaching back with my hand, I grab the water bottle, fumbling a bit in the dark.Propping myself up on one elbow, I turn on the bedside lamp, so I can see, and hand the bottle to Nora.
She blinks a few times, squinting at the light, and takes the water from me, her slender fingers curving around the bottle as she sits up.The movement causes the blanket to slide down, exposing her upper body.I undressed her before putting her in bed, so she’s naked now, with only her thick hair hiding her pretty, pink-tipped breasts from my gaze.Familiar lust stirs within me, but I push it down, wanting to make sure she’s okay first.
I let her take a few sips of the water before asking again, “How are you feeling?”
She shrugs, her eyes not meeting mine.“Fine, I guess.”Her hand lifts across her body to her upper arm, touching the Band-Aid there, and I see her shiver slightly, as though she’s cold.“I have to use the bathroom,” she says suddenly and, not waiting for my response, climbs out of bed.I catch a brief glimpse of her rounded little ass before she disappears through the bathroom door, and my dick jumps, ignoring my mind’s directive to be still for once.
Sighing, I lie back on the pillow to wait for her.Who am I kidding?My pet always has that effect on me.I can no more ignore seeing her naked than I can stop breathing.Almost involuntarily, my hand slips under the blanket, my fingers curling around my hard shaft as I close my eyes and imagine her hot, velvety inner walls gripping my cock, her pussy wet and deliciously tight…
I hate you.
Fuck.My eyes fly open, some of the heat inside me cooling.I’m still hard, but now the lust is intermixed with a strange heaviness in my chest.I don’t know where this is coming from.I should feel happier now that the trackers are in, but I don’t.Instead I feel like I lost something… something I didn’t even know I had.
Annoyed, I close my eyes again, this time purposefully focusing on the growing ache in my balls as I pump my fist up and down my dick, letting the hunger build.Even if she does hate me, so what?She probablyshouldhate me, given everything I’ve done to her.I’ve never let such concerns stop me from doing what I wanted, and I’m not about to start now.Nora will get used to the trackers just as she got used to being mine, and if the compound security is ever breached, she’ll thank her lucky stars for my foresight.
Hearing the door open, I open my eyes and see her emerging from the bathroom.She still doesn’t look at me directly.Instead she keeps her eyes on the floor as she scurries to the bed and climbs under the covers, pulling the blanket up to her chin.Then she stares blankly at the ceiling, as if I don’t even exist.
