Page 146 of Fixation

His clinical touch on my ankle makes me shiver.

“I’m not filthy.”

“Tsk, tsk.” I groan into the pillow when he shoves his fingers deeper. He lets go of my ankle, running his hand higher up my leg. Anderson stops at my thigh while keeping my ankle elevated. “No lying.”

“Please.” My voice is muffled. By the pillow. By my arousal. My shame. By how much I like being vulnerable around him.

“Hmm. You think you deserve mercy?” He pulls his fingers out of my sex, smearing my arousal over one ass cheek. Then the other one. “You’re asking for a gentle touch? You want your doctor to take it easy on you?”

“I—”

“I wasn’t really asking.” Onecrackand I’m silenced.

Oh.Oh.

He spanked my pussy.

“You won’t get it.” He does it again, hard enough that I can’t even scream. “Any of it. You’ll receive the treatment you need.”

Sick desire spreads through me when he leans into me, lets my foot drop slightly, but not all the way. He’s protecting me.

“What you need is…” His lips are close to my ear. They send pangs of electricity all over my body, and my hips rock into him. Searching for him. “You need to be treated like this doctor’s slut. That’s what you’re going to get.”

I cry out, crying louder when he bites my shoulder.

“Your clothes.” This isn’t an act; his frustration is genuine. “They’re still on. They have to go.”

Anderson rises, slicing the back of my shirt with his scissors, again, so he can peel it off my body entirely. Then my sleeves. My leggings. What’s left of my shirt falls to my sides. Torn. Ripped. Discarded.

“That’s better.” He pauses, but not really. I sense movement behind me. Using his knee, he nudges my leg that’s on the bed to the side. “This way, I have easy access to your cunt.”

He slips a foreign object into my pussy. Slowly.

“What is that?” I cry, my tears spilling on the pillow.

They’re tears of frustration. I want more of him.

As he drags it in and out of me, I try to focus on its shape.

It’s round and sharp at the same time.

Like the plunger a syringe.

“No. Anderson.” My traitorous body leans into his touch. Begging for more of this sickness. More of Anderson’s groans. “Stop. I don’t want this.”

“You mean youcan’twant this. Or should I say,couldn’twant this, before you met me.” He drives it faster, harder, deeper in and out of me. This thing is nowhere as big as his cock. It’s a million times more shameful. “Now you can want this and youdo. You’re dripping down your thighs. Making a mess like the slut you are.”

“No. No, no, no.”

“Since you won’t stop lying…” The syringe is gone, dropped on the metal cart judging from theclinksound. But I’m not safe. Anderson’s voice warns me that he’s nowhere near done with me. “I’ll have your pussy answer for you.”

He sounds downright menacing.

A shiver crawls over my spine like cold fingers trailing skin. “Don’t hurt me.”

No answer. In a way, this is far more terrifying than when he speaks. I tilt my head to the side, trying to blow my hair out of my face.

I don’t have to try for long. My unhinged protector brushes my hair over my shoulder. My heart gives a painful thud at when I see.