that smooth, feminine perfection had been desecrated by some of the most vicious-looking welts any of the three men had ever seen. This woman had been beaten so savagely, her body would bear the scars for the rest of her life.
Overcome with an emotion he couldn’t identify, Jay leaned forward and placed his lips gently against one of the worst of the marks.
Charlie just whimpered and closed her eyes, fighting tears. She felt Dr. McKay’s touch, cool against her skin, as he examined the deep welts left by Perry Bradford. “Crop?” he asked. “Or single tail.”
“Both. But the worst ones are from the single tail.”
A couple of them troubled him. They were red and angry looking and hot to the touch, meaning infection had most likely already set in. She was going to need more than just an antibiotic cream for these. “How long ago did this happen?” he asked, careful not to let his troubled thoughts show on his face.
“Four days ago. Friday night.”
“Were they seen by a doctor?”
“Yes. After he beat me, he ordered me to s-suck his cock. When I didn’t do it fast enough to suit him, he backhanded me so hard I banged my head against the granite countertop in the bathroom. It knocked me out cold. When he couldn’t get me to wake up, he took me to the Emergency Room. Of course the doctors asked him how I had received such injuries. He lied and told them that a friend of his had whipped me and that he’d gotten there just in time to rescue me. He also said he’d already reported his friend to the police and they were dealing with it. Another lie. He’s the one who whipped me. And beat me—”Her voice broke and she started crying again. “I was afraid that if I contradicted him and told the truth, he would kill me. When the doctor told him I had a concussion and they’d have to keep me overnight for observation, and that he would have to leave, I thought Perry would pitch a fit. But he finally agreed to come back first thing the next morning. I knew that, concussion or no concussion, I had to get out of there and get as far away as possible before then.”
“Did you report him to the police?”
“Oh, yeah.” Her face turned red again. “They just laughed at me. Said it was my word against his. That he would say that I asked for it—that I wanted it.”
Nik shook his head adamantly. “No one wants this, malinkaya. And no Dom worthy of the name ever inflicts this kind of punishment on a sub. Not ever. He assaulted you, pure and simple.”
“Did the hospital take photos of these?” Dr. McKay asked.
“No. I did. With my phone.”
“I’d like to see them, if you don’t mind.”
Charlie stuck her hand in her purse, her eyes widening in shock when her fingers encountered the mangled mess of hors d’oeuvres she’d dumped in there earlier and completely forgotten about. Of course, whacking Perry on the head with it probably hadn’t helped. When she finally pulled out her phone, holding it gingerly with two fingers, both it and her hand were smeared with several kinds of gooey cheese. She just stared at the mess, biting her lip, while hot color flooded her cheeks.
The doctor quirked one black eyebrow and held out his hand. Grimacing, she placed the messy phone in his open palm.
Chuckling to himself, Jay got up and went over to the sink in the corner of the room to get a towel. He handed it to Lucas, who used it to wipe off the phone. “Care to explain why you have a purse full of canapes?” the doctor asked without looking up from his task.
Not on your life. It makes me appear desperate and cheap and needy.
“Not really.”
“Fair enough.” While Lucas McKay was scrolling through her photos, Jay sat back down and picked up Charlie’s hand, lifting it to his mouth. Her fingernails were just as red and shiny as her lips and his heartbeat quickened, wondering if her toenails were the same color. He loved painted toenails on a woman. He lifted his gaze to hers, and she fell into it,
Overcome with an emotion he couldn’t identify, Jay leaned forward and placed his lips gently against one of the worst of the marks.
Charlie just whimpered and closed her eyes, fighting tears. She felt Dr. McKay’s touch, cool against her skin, as he examined the deep welts left by Perry Bradford. “Crop?” he asked. “Or single tail.”
“Both. But the worst ones are from the single tail.”
A couple of them troubled him. They were red and angry looking and hot to the touch, meaning infection had most likely already set in. She was going to need more than just an antibiotic cream for these. “How long ago did this happen?” he asked, careful not to let his troubled thoughts show on his face.
“Four days ago. Friday night.”
“Were they seen by a doctor?”
“Yes. After he beat me, he ordered me to s-suck his cock. When I didn’t do it fast enough to suit him, he backhanded me so hard I banged my head against the granite countertop in the bathroom. It knocked me out cold. When he couldn’t get me to wake up, he took me to the Emergency Room. Of course the doctors asked him how I had received such injuries. He lied and told them that a friend of his had whipped me and that he’d gotten there just in time to rescue me. He also said he’d already reported his friend to the police and they were dealing with it. Another lie. He’s the one who whipped me. And beat me—”Her voice broke and she started crying again. “I was afraid that if I contradicted him and told the truth, he would kill me. When the doctor told him I had a concussion and they’d have to keep me overnight for observation, and that he would have to leave, I thought Perry would pitch a fit. But he finally agreed to come back first thing the next morning. I knew that, concussion or no concussion, I had to get out of there and get as far away as possible before then.”
“Did you report him to the police?”
“Oh, yeah.” Her face turned red again. “They just laughed at me. Said it was my word against his. That he would say that I asked for it—that I wanted it.”
Nik shook his head adamantly. “No one wants this, malinkaya. And no Dom worthy of the name ever inflicts this kind of punishment on a sub. Not ever. He assaulted you, pure and simple.”
“Did the hospital take photos of these?” Dr. McKay asked.
“No. I did. With my phone.”
“I’d like to see them, if you don’t mind.”
Charlie stuck her hand in her purse, her eyes widening in shock when her fingers encountered the mangled mess of hors d’oeuvres she’d dumped in there earlier and completely forgotten about. Of course, whacking Perry on the head with it probably hadn’t helped. When she finally pulled out her phone, holding it gingerly with two fingers, both it and her hand were smeared with several kinds of gooey cheese. She just stared at the mess, biting her lip, while hot color flooded her cheeks.
The doctor quirked one black eyebrow and held out his hand. Grimacing, she placed the messy phone in his open palm.
Chuckling to himself, Jay got up and went over to the sink in the corner of the room to get a towel. He handed it to Lucas, who used it to wipe off the phone. “Care to explain why you have a purse full of canapes?” the doctor asked without looking up from his task.
Not on your life. It makes me appear desperate and cheap and needy.
“Not really.”
“Fair enough.” While Lucas McKay was scrolling through her photos, Jay sat back down and picked up Charlie’s hand, lifting it to his mouth. Her fingernails were just as red and shiny as her lips and his heartbeat quickened, wondering if her toenails were the same color. He loved painted toenails on a woman. He lifted his gaze to hers, and she fell into it,
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