Penance (Long Slow Tease, #2) (18 page)

“But if you do that everything won’t be all right, Wyatt, and I highly doubt you’ve truly forgiven her.”

“What are you, my shrink?”

“That brings me to the second requirement of my training. You will stay here, in Chicago, as my guest. And while you are here
, you will go to see a therapist of your choice to help you deal with your PTSD. You will work on getting yourself as healthy as you can be both physically and mentally.”

He stiffened and said through clenched teeth. “Who told you I have PTSD
?”

“Does it matter? It is nothing to be ashamed of.” Petrov’s gaze went distant and his features tightened. “We have all seen things, done things in the name of war that haunt us. It does not make you weak, or broken. The only thing that would make you weak is pretending that if you ignore it
, the pain, the things that keep you awake at night will go away. Trust me, I know. Brave men face their fears; cowards stick their heads in the sand and pretend they don’t exist. You know as well as I do that you are no good to Michelle if you are not in a solid place, because she is going to fight you and challenge you every step of the way.”

Wyatt stood up and began to pace, the energy filling him too immense to be contained. Not being with her right now
and regretting their last words tore at him. “How long is this going to take?”

“At least six months.”

“No fucking way.”

Petrov frowned at him. “One does not learn to be a Master overnight, it takes time.”

“One month, tops.”

“Not possible.
Two months.”

“Six weeks.”

“Two months. It is impossible to do less.”

“Then I’ll find someone who can train me in that time.”

Petrov glared at him. “You will find some amateur, some fool who will teach you all the wrong things. I will not allow it.”

Wyatt gave him a cold smile. “Then it sounds like you better figure out how to do it in
six weeks.”

Petrov said something in a long, steady stream of Russian that didn’t sound very complimentary, but Wyatt just smiled at him. “I don’t need any help in the pleasing a woman department, and I won’t touch another submissive
sexually, so that should cut down on your time.”

Now Petrov exploded. “How the hell am I supposed to do that? How in the world are you going to be able to get into the mind of a submissive without physically connecting with her?”

“I don’t need to be in the mind of a submissive, just Michelle’s. I’m very good at watching and learning, Petrov – lord knows, I had to do a lot of it in the military – so if you feel it is necessary to show me some more sensual techniques then you’ll just have to demonstrate them.”

“Impossible! You cannot make that connection by watching.”

“Come on, Petrov,” Maya’s soft voice came from the doorway leading to the living room, “bend a little.”

The men turned as
Maya stepped out and walked behind her husband, lacing her arms around his neck. “Wyatt isn’t going to do anything that would hurt Michelle, and even though I happen to agree that during normal training an emotional and physical interaction is necessary, this isn’t normal. He doesn’t want to earn a patch from you to put on his vest, he wants to save the woman he loves. The woman we all love, and Michelle is not your typical submissive, in any way, shape, or form.”

Petrov leaned his head back and nuzzled her arm, his love for h
is wife so obvious that it made Wyatt look away, feeling like he was invading their privacy. “I’m going to head back to the hotel to get my stuff.”

“No,” Petrov said and moved out of his wife’s arms. “I will call James and have him bring it. If you see Michelle you will not be able to resist her tears.”

His heart ached at the thought of her being alone and hurting. “Can’t I just say goodbye?”

“No.”

Maya moved to stand next to Wyatt and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Please, trust my husband. He isn’t saying this to be cruel. We love Michelle and only want the best for her, which we both agree is you. Wyatt, you haven’t picked an easy woman or an easy road, but we will do everything we can to help you help your Domina. We just need a little bit of your trust.”

“Fuck.” Wyatt stepped away from
Maya and looked out over the city, wondering where Michelle was. “Fine, have James bring my stuff. When can we begin training?”

“Right now. Follow me
. There is much to show you.”

Seven
weeks later

A cold, wet something tried to rouse Michelle from a deep sleep, but she fought it. She didn’t want to wake up, didn’t want to face another day of endless pain. The only thing she wanted to do was remain in her dreams, where she could pretend that Wyatt still loved her. But the cold thing wouldn’t go away, and soon it was joined by a second cold thing that nudged at her back.

She fought waking up as long as she could, trying to remain in her bed,
attempting to drift back into a sleep that was more like a welcome coma, but the cold, wet things wouldn’t let her. With a tired sigh she opened her eyes and found both Mud, a Rottweiler mix, and Tuba, a German Shepherd mix, staring at her. When she’d originally agreed to buy the expertly trained dogs it had been with the thought that they would act as mostly guard dogs to help Wyatt feel safe in her home. Now they were more like her lifeline than anything else.

When she continued to look at them they began to whine and for a moment emotion swirled through the depths of her depression and she reached out, gently scratching one, then the other behind the ears. She knew from experience that they wouldn’t go away until she got out of bed, but it was getting harder every day to find the energy. Despite the fact that she’d slept for the last eleven hours
, she felt exhausted down to her very bones. After sliding out of bed she didn’t bother to open the curtains on her windows, not wanting anything to disturb what had become her hiding hole.

With Mud and Tuba basically herding her, she
slowly shuffled down the stairs and headed for the kitchen, not because she wanted to eat – just the thought of food made her nauseous – but because the dogs had to eat. As she walked through the foyer she kept her gaze on the floor, not wanting to see anything that reminded her of Wyatt, but that was impossible. Everywhere she looked she could see him, her memories taking on the weight of flesh to the point where she could almost smell him. Agony seized her heart and she had to stop and lean against the fountain, waiting for the dizziness to pass.

Mud and Tub
a sat anxiously at her feet, making low, whining noises.

“I’m okay, guys,” she said in a voice rusty with disuse.

After shuffling into the kitchen she found Yuki waiting for her, sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of what smelled like coffee. In the fog that had become her life she hadn’t realized Yuki and James would be returning today from their vacation to Japan to attend a cousin’s wedding. Michelle ignored her and fed the dogs, hoping to make an escape before Yuki tried to talk to her. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, she just wanted to go back to sleep, to escape the pain.

Unfortunately
, when she turned to leave she found Yuki blocking the way.

“Michelle, we need to talk.”

“No, we don’t,” Michelle said and tried to move around her friend while keeping her gaze on the floor.

Yuki grabbed her shoulders and made a soft, pained sound. “Jesus Christ, you’re skin and bones. And you smell.”

For a moment Michelle’s mind cleared and she looked at her pajamas with a slight frown, realizing she hadn’t changed clothes in...days. But it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered. “Let me go.”

Shaking her head, Yuki dragged Michelle over to the table and forced her to sit. “Not until you eat something.”

It was useless to argue with Yuki, and Michelle didn’t have the energy, so she just sat and stared out the window, not seeing anything as she replayed the moment when Wyatt had left her over and over again.

She had no idea how much time had passed, but
Yuki eventually shoved a bowl of what smelled like oatmeal with blueberries in it on the table before her. “Eat.”

The last thing in the world Michelle wanted to do was eat, but she dutifully picked up the spoon and took a bite, the food tasting like cardboard. Her stomach clenched in protest and she put the spoon down, pushing the bowl away. “Can’t.”

Yuki shoved the bowl back. “Eat it.”

“I can’t.”

With a tremor in her voice Yuki said, “Michelle, you have to eat. Please, honey, take another bite for me.”

She looked up and more pain and guilt was added to the already overwhelming darkness that used to be her heart. Yuki looked close to tears, so Michelle tried to take another bite. As soon as she did her stomach rejected the food and she barely made it to the sink before throwing up what she’d managed to eat. Cool hands held her hair back as she vomited, then cleaned her face. Michelle slumped to the floor, leaning back against the cabinets as her heart thundered in her chest.

On some distant level she knew she wouldn’t survive much longer if she didn’t start eating again. She had no desire to live, to endure the pain of existing anymore – not after what she’d seen a week ago, not after the final proof that Wyatt had truly left her.

Tuba came to her side and licked her cheek while Mud nudged her hand until she would pet him. Their open affection was a small drop of warmth in the ice flowing through her veins and she allowed herself to find a
slight amount of comfort with them. Then the sound of crying reached her and she looked up to find Yuki watching her and weeping.

Though Michelle swore she’d cried every tear in her body, new ones rose at the sight of her best friend in such distress. Poor Yuki, she’d tried so hard to put Michelle back together again after Wyatt left, but Wyatt had taken essential pieces of Michelle’s heart and soul with him, leaving behind a husk of a woman, irreparably broken. What Yuki didn’t understand was that Michelle didn’t deserve her love, didn’t deserve her friendship. She was tainted, a burden to those around her, and she wished Yuki would leave.

“Michelle, you have to stop doing this.”

She didn’t bother to answer, instead burying her face against Tuba’s neck. “Go away.”

“I will not go away.” Yuki squatted before Michelle then grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the other woman. “Do you think I don’t see what you’re doing? Do you think I don’t see that you’re killing yourself?”

She blinked, trying to organize her thoughts to protest, but she was too weak to argue. “Leave me alone.”

“God, Michelle, wake up! You have to stop doing this to yourself. Wyatt wouldn’t want you to suffer like this.”

Anger blasted through Michelle’s body, giving her the strength to push Yuki away. “Don’t say his name!”

Instead of leaving, like Michelle hoped she would, Yuki got right back in her face. “Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt!”

A long, broken moan rose from deep inside Michelle and the dogs whimpered. “Go away.”

“No, I’ve had enough of this fucking bullshit. I’ve let you wallow in your grief and your guilt for seven weeks, and I’m fucking done watching you slowly self-destruct.”

Before Michelle could protest Yuki pulled
her up by her hair. She let out a startled squawk and tried to pry her friend’s hands off of her hair, but Yuki was having none of it. Without relaxing her grip one bit, Yuki dragged Michelle into the bathroom off the mudroom and practically threw Michelle into the tub before turning on the shower full blast. An icy rain stung Michelle’s skin and she sucked in a huge gasp of air, adrenaline rushing through her and awakening her body and mind against her will. She stood and tried to leave the shower, but Yuki pushed her back in.

“You will fucking stay in there until you wash yourself! Do you hear me, Michelle? I’ll fucking drown you before I let you out.”

“Fuck you!” she yelled back and tried to shove Yuki out of the way, but Yuki grabbed Michelle’s t-shirt and jerked it over her head, trapping Michelle in the wet fabric and making her fight to be free of it.

Once the shirt was off Yuki grabbed at her sweat pants. “Mother
fucker, Michelle. I can count every one of your ribs. Look at yourself! Look at what you’re doing!”

Michelle refused to look down, but she didn’t fight Yuki when she pulled off
the sweatpants. Clad now only in her socks, she shivered convulsively beneath the cold water. Muttering to herself, Yuki adjusted the dial. When warm water cascaded over her skin, Michelle let out a shuddering sigh. Exhaustion pulled at her and it was a struggle to remain standing upright.

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten anything?” Yuki grabbed a bottle of shampoo and dumped a bunch into her palm. “Sit so I can wash your hair. Don’t make me fight you, Michelle.”

She sat, hugging her knees to her chest and closing her eyes while Yuki washed her hair. Memories of Wyatt taking care of her like this assailed her and she cried out her grief in great, wrenching sobs that did nothing to lessen her pain. Why was Yuki making her remember? Why couldn’t her friend just leave her alone? That’s all she wanted – to be left alone.