Page 56 of Savage

I can’t even hold the rage back anymore.

I go over to her and grab her arm, pulling her away sharply, and she lets out a quiet cry of protest. Her lips are swollen, and there are white smears on her cheeks.

Her makeup and hair are, of course, ruined. All that hard work, down the drain.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growl at her.

To my utter shock, Stef laughs. “What does it look like, Doctor?” She squirms against me, trying to pull her arm back. “Let go. You’re hurting me.”

I only pull on her tighter. One of the shitstains with his cock out stands up straighter and tugs on my arm.

“Buddy, leave her alone. We’re all just having a good time. It’s none of your business.”

I let go of Stef, though I don’t want to, and slam my fist into the guy. He yells as his head knocks against the wall.

Stef screams, her hand covering her mouth.

“What the fuck?” the other guy shouts. He’s zipping up his pants and trying to run, but I knee him in the gut before he can go farther.

“Do not fucking touch my property,” I growl at them. “And if you don’t want me telling everybody downstairs about your little side hobbies, you will get the fuck out of here. Got it?”

The man I punched wheezes and eyes Stef, but he wisely decides he’s not getting involved in this. He gets up and scrambles to the door. “Just leave me the fuck alone,” he says as he stumbles out the door.

The other guy whimpers, still clutching his stomach. “Jesus, sorry, sorry. Didn’t know she had a guy. She’s the one who offered her mouth, man.”

Anger overwhelms me all over again, and I land another kick to his side. He cries out and curls up on himself, sobbing desperately.

Then I turn to Stef.

She still has her hand pressed against her mouth, and it seems that her fear has overwhelmed whatever high she’d been experiencing.

She’s not laughing now, I note with vicious satisfaction.

Instead, she cowers, staying on her knees and bowing her head in front of me. “I’m sorry, Master,” she says, but I couldn’t possibly care less about her fake apology.

“Get up,” I snarl at her. “We’re leaving. And you’d better manage to fucking walk straight.”

It takes her a long moment for her to pull herself to her feet, and she has to brace herself against the wall. “I can’t,” she whimpers. “Not with the… the thing… I can’t walk straight with it like that.”

“Then maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to disobey me,” I say. I have the overwhelming urge to expose her ass and belt her, but I know I can’t do that here.

I have to stay in control.

I can’t show myself like this in public.

“Will you follow, or do I need to leash you to ensure you won’t wander off to fuck the next cock you see?” I ask coldly.

Her cheeks are already flushed, but they seem to go a shade darker. “Will you turn that thing off so I can walk, or do I need to tell everyone what being your property means?”

The backtalk enrages me even more. I reach out and grip her throat, squeezing just enough to be a threat. “Do you want to repeat that?”

Stef gives a quick shake of her head, but I still have to wonder just how much of that fucking drug she’d just taken. She’s never that bold, never that sassy. She absolutely fucking knows better.

But here we are anyway.

“Then let’s go. Head up, back straight, and no fucking fidgeting.” I cast one more glance at the asshole on the floor, but he’s got his eyes squeezed shut like he’s pretending not to be there. Good.

She stumbles more than once on her way to the door, but she keeps her head bowed and her eyes averted. By the time we get to the hallway, she’s walking upright with just enough of a tilt to her steps to where others might just think she’d had a little bit too much to drink.

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