Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
But then he gives me one of those looks, one I know all too well tells me he is not arguing the point. I roll my eyes and cave. “Fine. Call the doctor, who is probably just going to give me some pain meds and tell me to make sure I’m hydrated.” I turn away from him because if he sees me rolling my eyes again, I’m going to land over his knee. And I’m not feeling it.
“Are you well hydrated?”
I speak through gritted teeth. “Yes.”
A few minutes later, the doctor arrives. She’s a slight woman in her late fifties or so, with a smattering of gray in her head of curls. We go through every routine question from my sexual history to when was the last time I got my period.
When did I last get my period. I have an odd sense of time since coming here.
“It’s a headache.” Dear God, overreact much?
Thayer hovers in the background, and I can’t help but think. If I’m pregnant… My God, if I’m pregnant, he’s going to lock me up in a cave somewhere and throw away the key.
Would it be too early to tell?
Suddenly, I don’t want him to know and I’m not sure why. I need to find out this news alone.
“Thayer, can you give us some privacy?” I ask, knowing full well he won’t.
“Privacy?” He looks at me as if I just asked if he would please take a little trip to the moon.
“I want to talk to her about girl things,” I explain, and it isn’t a lie.
“Girl things,” he repeats, staring me down.
“It’s a patient’s prerogative, Mr. Gerard,” the doctor says gently. I mentally fist-bump her.
Thayer scowls at both of us. If he really wanted to, he could refuse.
He doesn’t though. “Fine. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
The door closes behind him with a resounding thud.
As soon as we’re alone, I turn to face her.
“How did you come to work here?” I want to know who she really is.
Is she a slave? Or a master?
She faces me calmly. Not the first time she’s gotten this question, I’m guessing. “I am a kink-friendly physician. I don’t participate in anything at this club, but I don’t judge any of the things that go on either. The Gerard family is very important to me. They saved me from a very dark place, and I am in their debt. They pay me well, and I make sure that I tend to any wounds or illnesses that come this way.” She gives me a knowing smile. “Whether they be dungeon-related or otherwise.”
Excellent. So she does things like bandage the lacerations on his knuckles when he gives someone a beatdown? Removes bullets embedded in his flesh? Isn’t that lovely.
I remember what Nicolette told me. I remember what Thayer told me.
Thayer is unlike anyone I’ve ever met before, and never pretends to be someone he’s not. He’s raw, primal, and all mine. He’s brutal and savage, fierce in a way that satisfies a need deep within me. He’s everything I fear and everything I crave. He scares me yet makes me feel safer than I ever knew possible. He makes me question what I know. Who I am. But more than anything… he’s becoming one of my best friends.
There’s a raw honesty about him that makes me realize there’s nothing I can’t tell him. And when he strips me of all that troubles me, he makes me vulnerable and unprotected, but doesn’t leave me there.
God, I love this man. I really think I do.
But the question is… does he love me back?
“Can I ask you a question?”
She nods placidly. “Of course you can.”
“What if I’m… pregnant?”
The doctor smiles. “We were getting there. I’d offer you congratulations.”
“No, but… well… would you have to tell Thayer? Isn’t there something about patient confidentiality or something?”
“Of course,” she says with concern. “Though he is the one that employs me, and I typically advise patients under my care to inform their partner.” She pauses. “Am I guessing this would be an unwanted pregnancy?”
“No. I mean, yes. Oh, God, I don’t know.” I feel cold and hot, and am I imagining things or am I actually nauseous, too?
She gives me another smile. “You’d be surprised how often I hear that.”
Oh no I wouldn’t.
“And this is one of the reasons why I would advise you that it’s probably best to tell Mr. Gerard either way. If you were, say, pregnant and hid it from him, you wouldn’t want to engage in a scene that could harm you.”
“Such as…?”
I’m definitely nauseous.
“There aren’t many scenarios, but breath play is one of them. It’s very important. You’d want to proceed with caution with impact play as well, and I definitely wouldn’t advise anything that would involve your nipples, not that it would cause any harm to a baby, but because you might fly right out of your skin.”