In the Custody of the Dom (Hideaway Book 1) (5 page)

Sam backed away into the furthest corner of the room, her heart hammering out of her chest, her paper gown flapping open. She stumbled a little, and bumped into the wall.

“She’s suffering from exhaustion, dehydration, and a severe headache. She needs urgent medical attention, but she’s agitated and resisting,” said Master Dan.

“What can we do?” said the one with the stubble. He didn’t sound angry or scary, just concerned.

“I need a hand to get a rectal temp, and possibly administer a little medication,” said Master Dan.

This must have come about because he’d taken note of the way she’d responded when he’d threatened the rectal swab, but hadn’t had the guts to push for it. Now he was giving her another chance.

“Sure thing,” said the dom. He glanced at his companion, and they both began to advance on her.

She flattened herself against the wall.
Ocean. Ocean. Ocean.

About ten feet away, they stopped.

“She’s terrified,” said the dom with the stubble. “What’s her name?”

“Sam,” said Master Dan. “She’s a person of interest in a high level criminal investigation. As part of her processing and interrogation I’ve had to conduct a deep cavity search and ask some difficult questions. She’s feeling unwell, and so requires an extremely thorough medical examination whilst she’s in custody.”

Sam’s face burned as he spoke matter-of-factly of some of her darkest, most private kinks and desires, things she’d never dream of sharing with anyone she actually knew. There was nothing in their reactions, however, to make her feel remotely embarrassed or judged. They’d seen it all, no doubt, and simply enjoyed indulging their clients’ fantasies.

“I see,” said the dom with the stubble, coming on board with the scene without missing a beat. “Has she been cooperative up to now?”

Master Dan glanced at her and smiled. “On and off. She’s just received her first enemas, and is a little upset with me, which I believe is what’s prompted this reaction to the thermometer.”

“Sam,” said the one with the stubble. “My name is Master Jake, and this here,” he gestured to his friend, “is Master Will. We understand that you’re feeling very vulnerable and frightened, and we don’t want to make it worse for you. If you get back on that table right now, I promise that Master Will and I will leave as though nothing happened.”

She just couldn’t. Something in her compelled her to rebel, to push them. She’d never been one to back down in the face of authority. Sometimes you just had to challenge it to get to the good stuff, but something else was bubbling up inside her too, a feeling, an emotion that felt far more dangerous. She ignored it. “Don’t come near me. Just go.”

“Nice try, buddy,” said Master Dan.

They fanned out, each approaching her from a different direction. She made a break for it, but Master Will caught her first, and the others were on her in seconds. All at once, everything she’d struggled so hard to keep in check exploded, catching her utterly unprepared. She screamed out some nonsense and fought wildly, pitting her strength against theirs, finally able to give the pent-up anxiety, frustration, sadness, and terror of the past months both a voice and a physical outlet. They took it all, defending themselves but never returning the blows, nor restraining her, but simply allowing her to work it through and wear herself out.

She tired quickly, and they matched their actions to her waning strength.

She stumbled, and the next thing she knew, she was face down on the carpet with three doms on top of her. Their hold was utterly professional; non-sexual, unbreakable, and painless.

“Sorry. Sorry,” she babbled, barely hearing herself. Someone lifted her head and slid a soft, folded blanket underneath.

“Nothing to be sorry for, darlin’,” said Master Dan, applying just enough pressure to her back to rock her gently from side to side.

The lights in the room had dimmed considerably, and the whole thing felt like a dream.

To be the center of their incredibly intimidating but completely benevolent attention was amazing, and she was momentarily overwhelmed by an unaccustomed sense of security and peace as they assumed total control of her body.

“We’ll just stay here awhile and let you settle,” Master Dan said, quietly. “Pass me that blanket, would you, Jake?”

A moment later, a light but warm blanket was draped over her. It smelled clean. Cleanliness was still a delightful novelty to her, after months in the field.

Nobody moved or spoke for what felt like a very long time.

A large hand encircled her wrist and took her pulse.

“Good, that’s better,” Master Dan said quietly. He released her wrist and rubbed her back. She sighed with relief, almost unable to process the sudden change of situation, from one of hypervigilance in a war zone, where she could be killed or assaulted at any moment, to this dim, quiet room where she felt completely safe and cared for in a way she’d almost forgotten possible.

Master Dan stood up and walked away. Panicked, she tried to squirm around to see where he was going, but the doms didn’t give her an inch.

He came back to kneel in front of her. “Right here, darlin’.” The latex teat had been refilled. He grasped her chin, and slipped the long, rubbery pacifier nipple into her mouth. “Suckle,” he said, quietly, careful not to disturb the dreamlike atmosphere. “Take all of it.”

She closed her eyes, and latched on. It was one of those food-replacement drinks; something that would do you a power of good, but not something you’d ever choose to taste. She made a face.

“Watch her,” said Master Dan, giving her a wink. “See that she keeps drinking.” He shuffled down closer to her hip. Without a word, he pulled on a clean glove, pushed his hand under the blanket and her gown, and gently slipped a thick, lubricated finger into her rectum. He did nothing more, simply allowed her to experience the pleasure of being filled at both ends. It was heavenly; incredibly sexy, yet hugely comforting at the same time, and she made a noise of deep pleasure and gratitude. How on earth did he know exactly what she needed?

Pleasantly foggy as she was, she started in alarm when a loud, helpless sob suddenly tore out of her, and a hot tear ran down her cheek, quickly followed by many more. The pacifier fell out of her mouth, but Master Dan just dabbed her with a tissue and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead before sliding it right back in. “Shh, it’s okay, a perfectly normal, healthy reaction to everything you’ve been through. Let it all go; we’ve got you.”

She nodded, reassured by his words, crying openly as sobs wracked her. Her mind’s eye replaying things she hadn’t yet been able to bring herself to speak of even to close friends. Ironic that this place was called ‘The Hideaway’ when it had made her more raw and open than she’d been for years.

When she’d cried herself out, Master Dan wiggled the teat in her mouth. “I want to see you nursing, sweetheart. You need those liquids, and this’ll give you some extra nutrition for now, since you haven’t been eating.”

She obediently resumed suckling, half-heartedly at first, and then more strongly, lying there with the doms surrounding her, protecting her, murmuring words of praise and encouragement as they cared for her unstintingly.

When the liquid in the pacifier was gone, Master Dan withdrew his finger, laughing softly when she keened at the loss, but hastily aborted her demand for him to put it back in. He stripped off the glove, got up, and refilled the teat for her.

“Sam, have you been tested for PTSD?” he said, dropping to the floor to lie on his stomach in order to be at eye level with her.

She blinked, taken off guard, and suddenly defensive. “I-I didn’t come here to talk about – ”

“Samantha!”
he snapped, but she was too angry to stop. He let her snap right back at him. And then he asked her again.

“Yes,” she admitted. “I’ve been tested. I don’t have it. Not full-blown, anyway. I know the kinds of things that can set me off.”

“If there are things that can trigger it, you have it, sweetheart,” he said.

“It’s under control,” she said.

“It didn’t look very under control just now,” he countered.

She had to admit, that episode didn’t inspire confidence, but deep inside, underneath the layers of trauma that had dogged her last days in the field, there was a small but unshakable certainty that she was okay, or would be. “I appreciate your concern, Sir, but I’m all right. And if I’m not, I’ll tell you.” It absolutely wouldn’t be fair not to warn him if she had a serious condition, and she felt guilty that he’d had to deal with as much as she’d already dished out.

He searched her face, and she saw nothing but compassion and concern. Her eyes began welling up again. Dammit, just when she needed to be stable.

“Sam, have you ever been sexually assaulted?” he asked, gently.

“No, but it’s been an ever-present possibility, and I’ve spoken with many refugee women who have been.” She smiled through the tears, and reached for his hand. To her surprise, he took it, and squeezed reassuringly. “I’m
okay
,” she said. “And if I’m not, I’ll safeword.”

He nodded slowly. “See that you do.” He sat up and slipped the pacifier nipple into her mouth, watching carefully until she latched on and swallowed the first mouthful. Then he began rubbing the back of her neck, massaging away the pain that had settled there over the past weeks.

Now and then, someone would dab her face with a damp washcloth, rub her back, or press a palm to her forehead, keeping her from drifting too deeply.

Finally, the blanket was pulled aside. Her shredded paper gown was lifted and folded over her lower back, exposing her rear end.

She heard someone – she guessed it was Master Dan – snap on a pair of gloves, and a moment later strong hands grabbed hold first of her left leg, and then her right, spreading them wide so that he could kneel in between. Her vagina clenched in anticipation.

She began to come back to herself, and reflexively tried to bring her legs together, but of course, the dom was in the way. She tried to push herself up, but they instantly put her back down.

“Stay where you are, sweetheart,” said Master Jake. “He’s just going to take your temperature.”

Oh, God. Oh, yes. Please.

Her buttocks were parted, and a slippery finger pressed in with clinical efficiency. It didn’t stop until knuckles dug hard into the soft flesh of her buttocks.

She closed her eyes. “No. No, no,
no.
” He couldn’t do this while the other men watched.

“You ready?” said Master Dan, his finger moving inside her. “She may put up a fight.”

The doms murmured their assent, and their holds on her shifted to become a little firmer.

“Please don’t do this,” she said, breathing hard. The finger slipped out, and she bit back a moan.

“Shh, it’s not up to you, sweetheart. Keep nice and still for me, now,” said Master Dan.