A Short Leash (16 page)

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He crouched next to her and ran a gentle hand over her forehead. “Do you not feel well?”

“Sick,” Sierra murmured.

“Let me get a thermometer and we’ll see if you have a fever.”

She heard his footsteps retreating and then his genteel tones uttered her name with disappointment. “Oh, Sierra.” He returned a moment later, holding one of the wrappers that had been strewn across the kitchen floor. “Did you eat all that chocolate at once?”

“At once was the only way,” she mumbled.

“At once is not good for your stomach,” he replied, telling her what she had already discovered all on her own.

“It wants to all come out,” she complained, “but it won’t.”

“No,” he said. “I can’t imagine your digestive system is able to handle that much sugar and such.”

“Make it better,” she whimpered up at him.

“Aw, poor girl,” he said, sitting next to her and stroking her hair as she clutched at her stomach, which had turned to a roiling mass of pain and discomfort. “I can help make it better, but you’re going to have to be good because it’s not as easy as a pill.”

“Whatever it is,” Sierra groaned. “Do it.”

“You stay here and pull down your pants and panties,” Charles said. “I will need your bottom bare for an enema.”

“What’s an enema?” Sierra was immediately suspicious. Anything that required her to be bare bottomed sounded like a punishment. “Am I in trouble?”

“You are in some trouble,” Charles confirmed, “but an enema is not to punish you. It’s to help you move some of that nasty sugar and everything else through and give you some relief.”

Just as he spoke, Sierra’s stomach twinged painfully again. She would have done anything for relief, so as he walked away she pulled her underclothes down and waited patiently for his return, the cool air playing over her exposed skin reminding her of her vulnerability.

Charles returned a few minutes later with a large rubber bag and a length of tubing culminating in a nozzle several inches long. It was all very intimidating and medical-looking and Sierra found herself hiding in her arms, hiding her eyes under the veil of her hair.

“What is that?”

“This is the enema,” he explained, his eyes twinkling gently. “It’s just warm water that will go into your bottom and help clean up your insides. Lie down on your left side, please, bottom toward me.”

Sierra whimpered. She was not sure about this at all but she obeyed his orders the way she always did. He had a way of speaking that made her feel perfectly and entirely safe. If he said this enema was going to make her feel better, then she believed him.

“Put your top leg forward a bit,” he murmured, crouching beside her. “I need access to your anus.”

The clinical terms should have left her cold, but instead they made her heart flutter. She felt his finger at that delicate aperture, smearing cool gel. Then she felt a slow insistent circling, which she knew was going to result in penetration, and sure enough a moment or two later his thick finger was pressing inside her in a slow massaging motion.

“Good girl,” Charles praised smoothly. “You have gotten so good at relaxing your bottom.”

Facing the couch, Sierra blushed brightly as the doctor handled her with absolute intimate care.

The nozzle soon followed where his finger had been, sliding into her rectum. It was thicker and longer than his finger and she was glad he had prepared her for it. As it slid in, Sierra squirmed and received a tap on the bottom for her troubles. “Stay still,” Charles said. “I don’t want this slipping out.”

There wasn’t much chance of it slipping out given that the length of the nozzle was firmly lodged in her bottom and held securely in place between two of his fingers, which she could feel pressing between her spread cheeks.

“I’m going to let some of the water flow into you,” he explained. “It might feel a little strange, but when this is over you are going to feel much, much better, I promise.”

Sierra felt a trickling sensation deep in her bottom as the water began to seep inside her. She couldn’t help but wriggle, which earned her several light slaps and a purred warning to stay still.

“You couldn’t stay still if this was happening to you,” she whined.

“This wouldn’t happen to me because I wouldn’t eat half the city’s supply of chocolate in one sitting.”

“You never told me not to.”

“True,” he said dryly. “But did you think you were doing a good thing?”

“Maybe not,” Sierra admitted as Charles began to gently rub her bare tummy, helping the water to seep slowly inside her. He manipulated the flow slowly, letting a few ounces of water flow in at a time. She could feel herself being filled, little by little, deeper than she had known was possible.

She whimpered as she began to cramp and he stopped the flow and rubbed her bare tummy gently, stroking the plane of her stomach all the way to her pubic bone then repeating the motion until the cramp went away and she felt wetness welling between her thighs.

“Better?” He murmured the word. She looked into his eyes and nodded as his fingertips made light circling motions just above her clit. It was better. She had almost forgotten all about her tummy sickness as the warm water trickled into her bottom and Charles made her feel better inside and out.

“Good,” he said. “You’re being very good.”

“I’m always good for you,” she said with a playful little smile.

“You are good for me,” he agreed, letting more water flow into her bottom. It swirled deep inside her, providing relief as well as fullness. After a few more minutes, she began to become restless and whimper again.

“You’re almost done,” he said in those soothing tones. “I’m not adding any more water. You just need to hold it for a while and let it do its work.”

“But I’m so full,” she complained, wriggling in place until he let his hand slide down over her stomach and clamped his fingers around her pubic bone. Held tightly in place by the grip of his palm, she could not writhe around quite as much.

“Stay still,” he growled against the back of her neck, letting his teeth graze against her skin for a brief moment. The action was so animalistic and unexpected that she froze in obedience, her pussy leaking wanton juices against his fingertips as her tummy gurgled. Sensing her wetness, his fingers began to move, massaging her captured clit.

The nozzle in her bottom stimulated her rectum as his fingers teased her pussy and began to slide down toward what suddenly felt like the very core of her being, the moist entrance which was pulsing with need. Sierra held her breath as he began to penetrate her in both places, two fingers pressing inside her pussy as her bottom clutched at the hard nozzle and the erect nub of her clit ground against the palm of his hand.

Squirming and sloshing and panting for more, Sierra surrendered to Charles completely, parting her thighs as he used his other hand to gently nudge the nozzle in and out of her bottom in time with the motion of his fingers in her pussy.

She came, plugged and filled. She came, pulled against the hard line of his body, feeling his strength and his care in equal measure as he held her close and worked her quivering body to a screaming climax that left her weak in his arms.

Completely spent, Sierra sighed with contentment. There was still one urge unfulfilled however, one urge that was growing greater by the moment and was not at all helped as Charles slowly slid the nozzle out of her bottom, leaving her clutching her cheeks and sphincter as tight as possible.

“May I please go? I really really gotta go…”

“So polite,” he praised, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, you may go. I doubt Kade would forgive me if his couch suffered in all of this.”

Sierra blushed and stood up on shaky legs, aided by Charles’ gentlemanly arm. His expression of amusement and adoration in equal measure stayed with her as she rushed toward the bathroom.

Chapter Eleven

“He isn’t back yet.” Sierra stared out the window she had been staring out for a good hour. Kade’s excursion had run long. He had been gone for three days and three hours—three hours longer than he was supposed to be gone. She had withstood the first hour stoically, the second hour with a growing sense of unease, but the third hour had her pacing back and forth in front of the window as much as Charles would allow her.

“Give him another hour,” Charles said calmly. “He may have been delayed for some perfectly reasonable reason.”

“Or he might have been eaten,” Sierra fretted. “Or fallen down a hole. There are holes out there.”

“I know,” Charles said, coming over to drop a kiss on the top of her head. “Try to relax. He will be home soon, I am sure.”

An hour later, Kade was still not home and Sierra had started to emit a near constant whine. Something was wrong, she could sense it. There was an emptiness where she should have been able to feel Kade, which told her he would not be home any moment as Charles insisted.

“You need to settle down, sweetheart,” Charles said. “It will be another day before we go look for him.”

“No!” Sierra insisted. “We need to go and look now. Right now!”

“What you need right now is a nap,” Charles replied. “You haven’t slept properly since he left. If you sleep now, chances are by the time you wake up, Kade will be back.”

“I can’t sleep,” Sierra replied. It was the truth. She did not think she would be able to sleep until she saw Kade again. Three hours later night had fallen and Sierra was not any more able to sleep.

“He’s seven hours late,” she said. “We have to go look for him.”

“We will go at first light if he hasn’t returned by that time,” Charles said. “Now get some sleep. You’ll need your energy.”

“How can I sleep when he’s not home?”

“Kade can look after himself,” Charles reassured her. “I tell you now, no tigress, not even a whole streak of man-eating tigers could take him down.”

Sierra nodded slowly, biting her thumb. She knew Charles was probably speaking the truth, but it didn’t make her any less nervous. She felt Kade’s loss keenly, a painful pulling in her soul. Three days had been long enough. Four was unthinkable.

“Are you going to go to sleep or am I going to have to sedate you?” Charles’ dark gaze held serious intent. His medical expertise was a double-edged sword. He was able to treat scrapes and breaks, but he also had a whole load of measures capable of keeping her in line if he deemed fit. Sierra had been subject to several of his ‘examinations,’ and by the looks of things she was about to experience another one if she did not go to bed as he demanded.

“You can’t drug me into compliance.” She frowned at him. “That’s not fair and it’s not right.”

“It’s not a matter of drugging you into compliance, it’s a matter of getting you to sleep,” Charles insisted.

“Kade would never drug me.”

“No. Kade would spank you until you were too tired to stay awake. Should I try that?”

“You can’t spank me when I’m sad,” she pouted, crawling into his lap and looking deep into his eyes. Charles wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, one hand rubbing her back.

“You really need to go to bed,” he said. “We both do.” His arms tightened momentarily as he stood up with her in his arms.

Sierra had little choice but to go to bed when carried there by the handsome doctor who insisted on stripping her down to her naked self.

“You don’t need clothes to sleep,” he said, sliding her shorts over her hips and down her thighs. It was enough of a distraction to give Sierra a modicum of relief. She was further pleasantly distracted when Charles began to remove his own clothing. She loved his body as much as she loved Kade’s, though they were formed very differently. Charles did not have the bulk of Kade, nor did he show the marks of the hunt. His body was elegant, his musculature lean and toned and as he covered her body with his own, Sierra felt a connection not only with him, but with Kade at the same time. They were a unit, the three of them. As Charles’ lips pressed to her collarbone and drifted lower, she felt Kade again. She could have sworn he was there with them, part of them, part of her.

As she made love to Charles, she made love to Kade too, giving herself not just to the doctor, but to both men who had changed her life forever. The doctor kissed what seemed like every part of her body before his lips settled over the flower of her pussy and he began to pay homage to her pleasure center with his tongue. Transported away from her woes, Sierra slipped into another form of consciousness where her senses reigned supreme.

Taken away by the doctor’s talented tongue, she was traveling through the wilds in her mind’s eye, down a deer trail and then over a ridge when she came upon Kade’s still form lying between a rock and a tree, his arm caught beneath the tree, his face bloodied from a wound. The vision was so strong it was as though she was seeing it for real.

“I know where he is!” She sat up abruptly. “I know where he is,” she repeated. “He needs our help…”

“Sierra… you need…”

“Charles,” she said, her tone pleading. “You have to believe me. My senses do not lie. I know where he is. I saw him. He’s hurt. He’s under a tree. He’s trapped. He needs our help.”

“You may have heightened senses,” Charles said. “But psychic powers are out of the realm. I’m sure you think you know where he is, but…”

“I know,” Sierra said. “I know and I’m going to find him.”

With that, she stood up on the bed and took a flying leap over Charles. She landed on the other side of him and started running, leaving the house and the compound behind in less than a minute. Feeling as though her feet were equipped with the wings of a hawk, she bolted over the compound’s high gate, ignoring the painful shocks it imparted, and sprinted into the depths of the wilds, following nothing but her senses.

For more than an hour she loped along, pushing her physical capabilities to the very edge. Her legs were tired and her lungs were burning, but the feeling was growing stronger by the moment and soon her physical senses were picking up on him. His scent. His energy emanating into the wild.