“I don’t want to be with you. Leave me alone. Everyone just fucking leave me alone,” I say, but gasp when he grabs me by the throat and slams me back against the wall.
“That’s too fucking bad, Little Dove, because I want you. I want you alive. I want you to be safe. I’ll be your worst fucking enemy,baby, but I will not walk away. I will not stop fighting for you,” Adrian says with a grave tone. “Going forward, you will do as I say. We will go back to total power exchange because you thrive on your knees for me. You can spread your wings, but you’ll do it by my side. Do you understand me?”
“Fuck you,” I growl.
Adrian looks over at Dr. Torres, and he smirks. “Nothing too intense for a few days. A spanking would do her some good.”
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I yell as I try to shove him away. Adrian promptly grabs my wrist, twists, and pushes me over the edge of the bed. My scream is muffled by the bed when he starts smacking my ass hard enough to send fire blazing through my skin.
“I hate you!” I scream. Adrian yanks my hospital gown open and shoves my legs apart. I moanloudlywhen he shoves his fingers into my pussy. I am so goddamn wet, I should be ashamed.
“Hate me all you want, Little Dove. This sweet little cunt loves me,” Adrian growls as he roughly fucks me with his hand. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Fuck you!” I moan. “Oh my God!”
I am moaning and rocking my hips. My belly is full of pressure, but right as it’s going to break, he stops.
“Noooo,” I groan.
“Say it, Alania. Say you’ll be my good girl,” Adrian says softly. “I know you’re scared, baby. Let us help.”
“I can’t get hurt anymore,” I cry. “I can’t.”
“We’ve got you, baby. I swear on everything, we will be right by your side,” Adrian says, gently rubbing my clit. “Say it.”
“I’ll be your good girl,” I whimper. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t hate you. I don’t know why…”
“Shhh, Little Dove,” Adrian says, pushing back into me. “Relax, my love. I know you love me.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “We are in a hospital.”
“Mmmm. Wearein a hospital. That means I can fuck you any way I want and they can fix you when I’m done,” Adrian muses.
I bury my face in the blanket and moan as he works my pussy with three of his large fingers stuffed in me. My skin is still on fire, but pleasure is rippling through me. When the pressure breaks, my body tightens, and I groan as I come. He continues to work my body until I am relaxed. He pulls me up to stand, and I am dazed as he grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him.
“You are not your mother, Alania. You will rise above this and survive what he did to you,” Adrian says softly. “Tomorrow is a new day, and we can leave today behind us.”
“Yes, sir,” I say softly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Alania,” Adrian says with a smile.
“Can I apologize?” I ask, glancing down to hint that I am suggesting.
“You will never apologize on your knees, Little Dove. You are not my slave, you are my wife. Do it because you desire it, not because you feel like you have to.”
“I’ve been so mean… I want to apologize,” I sniff. “I deserve…”
“You deserve what, baby?” he asks.
“I deserve to be punished,” I admit. “I didn’t communicate, and I was mean. To all of you.”
“We will think of an appropriate punishment for you then,” Adrian says. “But first… You need to make a decision. Will you agree to talk to him once a week?”
“Yes, sir,” I sigh. “Just talking!”
“Yes, baby. He will not touch you,” Adrian confirms. “He will advise me on what will work best with you, but he will not put his hands on you.”
“Thank you, sir,” I whisper. I look at Dr. Torres, and he smiles.
