Page 129 of Deep Cover

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Annie

His hands roved over my skin. I shivered in the cold, with nausea and so much anger. There were games of Cole's that I could deal with. I hated him exhibiting me. I hated being naked around anyone. I could take his morning spankings and his maintenance spankings and the few times there'd been sex, it had been at least consensual in the moment.

But this?

The guard I'd already decided I wanted to kill forced me to lean my hands against the wall, well over my head, and jackknife my lower body out. Then he took his time fondling my breasts, pinching the nipples so hard I cried out. There was no way to even pretend it was a search for the good of the people inside the compound.

This was the first time Cole had lent me out in any way to anyone else and though his vile contract stated he had the right, I hadn't expected this was what he'd do.

My spirits plunged again and I wanted to be anywhere else. Anyone else. I wanted to be dead.

I wanted this asshole dead.

And I wanted Cole dead.

What I wanted when I went back inside was to be left alone. I wanted to take my drugs, eat whatever breakfast I was supposed to, and for Cole to be too busy to see to the yoga, meditation, weights and the rest of it.

Instead this was the morning he made a return.

When I got through security, freezing and angry, I'd pulled the sweatshirt back on. The instant I saw Cole standing in the holding cell I realized that had been a mistake.

"Who told you that you could get dressed again?"

I lowered my head, kept my gaze on the floor, and knelt onto the hard tile where I was. I put my hands behind my back and laced my fingers.

And the entire time I despised myself for this submission. "No one, sir."

Long morning. There were two flights of Fleet kits, until he was sure I was clean inside. There was a long session with canvas straps and one of his leather paddles, until I was screaming. This was no maintenance spanking. This was Cole angry, because he saw the simple way I'd reacted as being symptomatic of falling back into my own life.

I didn't know if the sadist had control of his brain and his actions or the man who seriously seemed dedicated to returning me whole and healthy to my life.

When I was nothing more than tears and remorse, he put me back on my knees, head down, arms back, stripped ass and breasts aching and glowing.

"When you're cleaned up and showered, join me in the dining room for breakfast. You'll be having kale and white fish and a dose of castor oil."

I shuddered. "Yes, sir."

I heard his footsteps cross to the door and prepared to stand when he had exited. But he stopped and said, "One more thing."

"Yes, sir." I didn't look up.

"I've changed your rainforest cure. From now on I'll be giving it to you at breakfast."

That wasn't really a change. But before I could say, yes, sir, again, he said, "In suppository form. I'll give it to you in the dining room."

I was crying already when he stepped through the door and just before it shut behind him, he said, "And you will ask me for it every day, and you will thank me for administering it. Every day."

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