didn’t.
His tone changed instantly. “Sam, open your mouth. I won’t ask you again.”
Tears blurred her vision as she courted punishment, but didn’t budge.
“Sam,” he said, warningly.
Her behavior right now, coupled with her lapses in etiquette, would be more than enough for many doms to begin dispensing punishment, but he was being very lenient with her. Perhaps he was giving her a pass on account of what she’d been through before she arrived. “What is it?”
His expression became thrillingly dark. “It’s what I’ve chosen to administer to you. You have to trust that it’s what you need. Open your mouth.”
She didn’t. A tear spilled down her cheek, shocking her. Where had that come from?
“Okay. If that’s how you want it.” He moved to stand behind her head. One strong arm kept her head still, while the fingers of his other hand probed for a pressure point under her jaw. He found it unerringly, and the moment her mouth opened, the latex teat slid in all the way to the back of her throat, gagging her. He squeezed the pacifier, and a sweet liquid filled her mouth.
She spat it out, not caring what a bad idea that had to be.
He held her immobile and spoke into her ear in a low, firm voice. “Sam. You need to take this. I’m going to give you one last chance, and then this will be administered rectally. There’s nothing in here that will hurt you. It’s just some rehydration fluid that you need after the enemas. It’ll help your head, too. Come on, sweetheart, open up.”
The nipple pushed insistently at her lips, and she finally, grudgingly, allowed it access. The sweet fluid spurted in, and he massaged her throat, urging her to swallow it down, which she did.
He was right; after a few gulps, she did feel better, and once she realized it was just orange juice with a little something extra added, she even began to suckle willingly.
“Thirsty, huh?” he said, a touch of amusement in his voice.
She nodded.
“I thought so.” His hold eased up a little, feeling less like restraint and more like support now. He stroked her hair, murmuring soothing words as she drank, and the room gradually came back into focus.
When the liquid was all gone, she lay quietly as he pulled the teat from her mouth, and put it down. He stood over her prone body, looking at her appraisingly. “If I remove your restraints, do you promise to remain exactly where you are until I give you permission to move?”
She nodded. No way.
He kept looking at her for a moment, but then reached for her right wrist, and began unbuckling it. She lay still as he freed her left wrist, and then her legs. He lifted the drape on the instrument cart, and picked up an unusually long, thick thermometer with a bulbous tip.
Her sex clenched.
She yanked the catheter out with a sharp sting, and was off the table. The room spun violently, and she fell to her knees, but got to her feet and staggered to the door. Where she was going dressed only in a torn paper gown, who knew, but she didn’t care. She grabbed the handle and twisted it.
It was locked.
Master Dan was advancing on her.
Oh, shit. Now I’m in trouble. She braced herself. “Stop right there.”
He kept coming. “No, Sam, you stop right there. You’re severely dehydrated, and you could pass out and hit your head.”
“No, Sir.”
“Lie down right where you are, and spread your legs. It was very dangerous for you to pull the catheter out yourself, and I need to check that you haven’t done any damage.”
She backed up rapidly. “Stay away.”
He kept coming. “There’s nowhere to go.” His eyes bored into her. “Sam, your examination isn’t over. I’m going to have to call for backup if you won’t cooperate.”
Her body responded even as she backed into a corner. “We’re done here, Sir!”
It wasn’t her safeword, and they both knew