Arrested By Love (23 page)

He nodded, then picked up the saucer. Go ahead and take your pills with it. It should help coat your stomach in case it decides to take exception to the medicine."

With a shrug, she did as he asked, then sat down on the bed and continued to sip her milkshake. He just watched her for a moment, then set the tray down on his dresser and sat down beside her, pleased when she gave him a contented smile.

"Feeling better?" he asked, running his hand through her silky red hair.

Giving a nod, she put down her drink. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Once you finish your drink, I'll fix you another one if you want it. But before I do, I want you to lie tummy down on the bed."

Her eyes grew wide. "No, Kyle--"

"Tiff, I'm not going to accept an argument on this. I'll let you finish your drink first if you want, but right after that I want you tummy down on the bed."

She inched away from him, and he let her. He expected a certain amount of resistance over this, so he wasn't surprised, but he was resolved to see she got everything she needed, whether she wanted it or not.

Continuing to give her head a shake, she said more than a little nervously. "I'm not going to let you do it, Kyle."

He simply leaned forward and kissed her until he felt her relax again. "Yes, you will, Tiff, because you know I'm only trying to help you get better."

When she opened her mouth to argue, he placed a finger over her lips. "And you also know if you give me an argument you will find yourself over my knees getting a spanking before you get your shot, which will only make the process that much more uncomfortable."

"You wouldn't do that."

He merely arched his eyebrows and asked, "What makes you think so?"

"Because it will make me cry. And you don't want to make me cry right now."

"You're right. I don't, but that doesn't mean I won't. You're getting all the medicine the doctor prescribed for you. Whether you take it willingly or not is totally up to you. I've told you what I will do, now you have to decide how you will react."

"I want to go home."

He regarded her evenly. "If you're serious, I will take you home after you get your shots."

"Shots? You're giving me more than one?"

"Two to be precise, but you've nothing to worry about. I've been told I'm pretty good at giving injections. Supposedly, the way I do it doesn't hurt at all."

She picked up her milkshake again and took a sip, then put it back down.

He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not in any great hurry, Tiff, so you can take all the time you want, but I have no intention of discussing what happened between Kelly and me until you've finished your drink and received your shots."

She frowned, then rose, but he pulled her right back down. "Unh uh, sweetie. You're not leaving this bed until we're done."

She picked up her glass again and looked at him. He could tell she was considering giving him a battle royal.

"Try throwing that at me," he said evenly, "and you'll get a spanking whether you agree to the shots or not."

She set it back down. "You're bullying me."

"No. I'm being firm with you. So, why don't you lie down now and we'll get the unpleasant part over and you can finish up with your drink afterwards."

Her lower lip started to tremble. "I don't want to do this."

"Why not? I've seen you're lovely butt before, so it can't be embarrassment and I've assured you I won't hurt you, so it shouldn't be fear of discomfort either. So, why are you resisting me?"

"How many of these are you going to have to give me?"

"Each one twice a day for the next week, possibly longer if you're not progressing as quickly as you should."

"Two shots twice a day! Four shots daily?"

"See? You are good at math."

"Shut up," she said grumpily.

He lightly grabbed her chin. "If you'd prefer to lie over my lap, we can do it that way, too."

She jerked away from him. "I don't want to do this at all."

"Because...?"

"Because.... I know it will hurt. It always does. And I don't like needles."

"Very well. I can only reassure you so much, Tiff. You have to decide whether or not you'll give me your trust on your own." He rose to his feet. "I'll give you a choice, my lap or the bed."

She just shook her head.

"If you continue to resist me, you're going to find yourself lying over my knees no matter what. Is that what you want?'

She shook her head and the tears started to fall.

Kyle walked into his bathroom and got a bottle of alcohol and two cotton balls, then walked back into the room with them.

Tiffany surged to her feet and started out the door. He had no idea where she thought she could go, but he grabbed her arm and placing the needles on the night table with the alcohol and cotton, he smoothly sat down and drew her over his lap.

She immediately started to scream and kick, so with a sigh, he tugged her panties down to her knees then trapped her scissoring legs beneath his right thigh. "Hold still!" he ordered sharply.

"No!" Tiffany cried struggling to get away.

Giving a regretful shake of his head, Kyle brought his hand down firmly three times on her round and now slightly pink buttocks.

She stopped struggling, but started to cry so he lightly rubbed the pink flesh to soothe it." Are you ready to stop fighting me now, or should I continue?"

"I'll lie still," she answered between sobs.

"Good girl." He continued to rub until he felt her start to relax then he wet one of the cotton balls with the alcohol. "Just a dab of cool alcohol now. Nothing to get concerned about." He picked up one of the needles and took the cap off with his teeth then pressed a finger on her buttocks. "That's just my finger, Tiff. Relax." He felt her tension ease a bit, so he slipped the needle in right above his finger, pushed the plunger down on the syringe, then withdrew it. "One down," he said recapping that needle and reaching for the second one.

"You did it already?" she asked turning to look back at him only to wince when she saw him remove the cap on the second needle. "I didn't feel it," she admitted a little weakly as she put her head back down.

"Told you it wouldn't hurt. Okay, my finger again," he said repeating the same action, waiting until he felt her relax before he slipped in the second needle about an inch away from where he'd given her the first one and depressed the plunger. Withdrawing the second needle, he said, "That's it you're done. Just another swipe of alcohol and I'll let you up." When that was done he released her legs then drew up her panties to seat her on the bed beside him.

She instinctively rubbed the hip where he'd given her the shots.

"Hurt?" he asked, putting away his supplies.

"Not really. Just a little sore. Sorry I was such a baby about it."

He shrugged then walked into the kitchen where he broke the needles off, and tossed both the needles and their syringes into the sharps container he'd purchased so they could be properly disposed of. When he returned to the bedroom, Tiffany was lying down on her stomach crying. Getting into the bed beside her, Kyle pulled her into his arms and hugged her. When she continued to cry long after he thought she'd stop, Kyle suspected her hormones were working on her as well.

"Are you tired, sweetie?" he asked rubbing her back.

She shook her head, but didn't stop crying.

"You didn't finish your milk shake. Want to finish it now?"

She sniffed and looked up at him. "You think I'm a real basket case, don't you?"

"No. I think you're a woman who's reached the end of her rope and who needs a lot of rest and tender care. You just got a mild spanking and two shots in your butt after being told you're most likely pregnant. Trust me, a few tears after all that is not at all unexpected."

She calmed down and gave a soft sigh, then said, "Kiss me."

He smiled. "With pleasure," he replied complying eagerly.

Then she curled up against him and closed her eyes. Within seconds she was asleep again. Kyle waited until he was sure he wouldn't awaken her, then eased out of the bed to see what he could fix her for lunch. Definitely another milkshake for dessert, but her main course should be light. Perhaps a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and some crackers. If she was hungrier, he'd fix something more substantial but considering her fragile emotional state, he should probably keep dinner light.

Kyle got out two raw chicken breasts which he boiled and then cut up and put the cooked meat in the refrigerator. Then boiling some carrots, celery and potatoes together, for about twenty minutes, he let them cool as he went to check on Tiffany. She'd tossed her covers off and lay sprawled on the bed snoring lightly. Leaving her alone, he went back into the kitchen and put some chicken stock in a pan, added the chicken and vegetables to it and let them simmer together on a low heat. After about fifteen minutes he tasted it, and added some light seasoning. Covering the pot, he let it continue to simmer. In a separate pot he started water to boil for noodles.

Then he got on his computer and checked his e-mail. He'd need to call Jim to let him know how things went, but that could wait. Perhaps Tiffany would even like to visit Kelly after they'd talked. Perhaps. He'd see.

Chapter Fifteen

It was close to noon when Tiffany awakened and padded barefoot into the kitchen to find Kyle. "Smells good," she said with a smile.

"Hungry?"

She thought about that for second then nodded. "A little. Maybe."

"Good. Go ahead and get back in bed and I'll serve you there."

"I'm not an invalid, Kyle. I can eat sitting up."

"No, you can't. Not today. Today, you are eating all your meals in bed. Tomorrow, we'll see how you're feeling."

"But I'm feeling a lot better now."

He stood up. "Tiffany, are you going to argue with me about this?"

Her eyes got a little wide. "No, sir."

He pointed toward the bedroom. "Then back you go, young lady. I'll be in shortly."

"Can't I just sit at the table while you're fixing things?"

He arched an eyebrow. "And spoil my surprise? I don't think so."

"You have another surprise for me?" she asked, her voice soft like a child's.

"Yes, I do. However, if you continue to defy my wishes, I may decide you don't deserve it after all."

She narrowed her eyes at him, as though she suspected he was only saying this to get her to obey him. In a way she was right, but he decided her favorite cookies could be her surprise. Finally, she turned and went back into the bedroom.

He made her another milk shake, placed the cooked noodles in the bowl, then poured a healthy serving of the soup on top of them before adding a plate with three of her favorite cookies and the rose, of course.

She was sitting up in bed when he walked in, so he gave her a nod, then placed the tray on her lap. She examined what he'd served and noticed her cookies right away. With a light blush of pleasure, she said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'd like to feed you, but soup can be difficult, so if you want to feed yourself, I'm okay with it."

"Kyle, you're being really sweet to me. And I love it, but I was sitting up at the table with my parents."

"Were you eating anything?"

"Not much," she admitted, taking a spoonful of soup then smiling at him. "It's really good. You made this yourself?"

"It's not hard, but it's better for you than canned soup. Less salt and more nutrients."

She laughed. "Actually, I did eat with my parents. I just couldn't keep it down."

"Well, you seem to be doing better with that, and one of the shots I gave you is supposed to help prevent nausea, so hopefully that won't be a problem for you anymore."

Smiling at him, she said softly, "I'm really glad you decided to kidnap me today."

"So am I. Now, while you're eating I'll tell you about Kelly. All right?"

The smile went out of her eyes, but she nodded.

"I was seeing Kelly last year. Actually, we'd been together for about three years when we broke up just before Christmas last year."

"Why did you break up?" Tiffany asked in between spoonfuls of soup.

"Honestly, because I never really loved her. I liked her and enjoyed being with her, but she became a little high maintenance."

Tiffany put down her spoon. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that she was starting to need and demand more and more of my attention until I found it a chore to be with her."

Tiffany nodded, but when she didn't pick up her spoon again Kyle shook his head. "Nope. You need to eat while we talk, or I'm not going to continue telling you this story." He picked up the spoon and dipped it into the soup, but when he brought it to her lips, she shook her head.

He sighed. "You can't possibly be full already, so what's wrong?"

Frowning, she asked, "Do you think I'm high maintenance?"

"You? No, sweetie. You're about as low maintenance as women get."

"But I'm demanding a lot of your attention now. So, how am I different than Kelly?"

"Eat," he said firmly, waiting until her lips parted before he fed her a spoonful of soup, then lowered the spoon for another dip."

As he fed her, he said, "I do things for you because I want to do them, not because you're nagging me for the attention. You have never asked me for anything, Tiff, but even if you were as demanding of my attention as Kelly was, I wouldn't mind. Because I love you, and have felt very strongly for you since you were ten years old."

She blushed. "You spanked me then."

"Yes, I did. But only because you deserved it."

"Did you spank, Kelly?"

He looked at her and could see the hurt in her eyes, but he didn't want to lie. "Yes, sweetie, I did. Quite often in fact. But for us it was more of a game."

"How can spankings be a game?" she asked, clearly puzzled.

Kyle was unsure how to explain this to her without scaring her, so he decided to be as vague as possible. "It was more pretend than real. She'd pretend to be bad, I'd pretend to be angry, and then I'd spank her and she'd pretend to be sorry."