Page 15 of Shattered Dreams
She allowed her head to rest on his outer thigh and gave a shaky sigh. This is what she loved about the power exchange. Was she allowed to fuck up?Yes.Was Master consistent in punishing her for said infractions?Most of the time.After it was over, was all forgiven?Absolutely.It was something as a foster child she’d longed for: unconditional love and consistency.
“I think it’s time to make you presentable, sweetheart. Before the doctor comes in with my paperwork.”
“Yes, Master.” She slowly lifted off the bed, swaying slightly on unsteady feet.
“Whoa.” He caught her arm, steadying her, as she tugged her panties back up her thighs before soothing her skirt down her legs. She was just settling back on the edge of his bed when a brisk knock sounded from the other side of the room.
“Come in.” Max called out as he laid one arm over her thighs, effectively tethering her to his side. As a tactile person, her husband never missed out on an opportunity to touch – either her or Raine. She idly wondered how that would change or if it would, now that Rainy had found his own Daddy.
Moments later, Dr. Sanders, the surgeon who’d done Master’s surgery strode into the room. “Good evening Mr. Rodkin. Mrs. Rodkin.” He nodded toward Lizzie. “Sorry it took so long. I had a surgery run over. But I do have my recommendations and the paperwork for the rehabilitation center where your husband will continue his recovery.”
She nodded. “I’ve heard they are top ranked.”
Dr. Sanders smiled. “Your husband couldn’t be in better hands, Mrs. Rodkin.” He came up next to the bed with a file folder. “Tomorrow morning, as long as all goes accordingly, Max will be transferred shortly after breakfast by EMS to the rehab center.” He gave Lizzie a look. “You can be here for discharge, but honestly you’ll have to provide your own transportation to the rehab center. Firm rules by EMS about transporting family members of patients.”
She opened her mouth to reply but all words froze in her throat when Master tightened his arm subtly around her waist.
“She has a spa appointment tomorrow with her best friend around that time. She can come visit me afterwards if she feels inclined.” He winked at the doctor. “After all she’s been through the past few weeks, I think a well-deserved day of pampering is needed, don’t you, doc?”
The doctor’s look of apprehension was replaced with a soft smile. “Absolutely. Mrs. Rodkin, you’ve been here at the hospital with your husband more than you’ve been home. I’d take him up on the pampering if I were you.”
“You would?” She tried to keep the irritation from oozing into her tone, but knew she’d failed when Master’s fingers dug faintly into her side – a not too subtle reminder of who was in charge.
“Absolutely. Besides, it will give the staff time to establish your husband in his own room and get him completely settled, so when you stop by after your spa day, he’ll hopefully be able to spend some time cuddling with you, instead of griping at the staff for interrupting your private time.” The doctor gave her a wink. “I, too, know what it’s like to have private time with my Mistress interrupted by the duties of my job.”
She gaped after him as he set the folder down on the bedside tray and left the room.That man is a submissive?
“It takes all kinds.” Master reminded her as he tugged her down next to him. “Even high-priced surgeons have needs.”
“Yes, Master.” She carefully lay her head on his shoulder, careful not to jar him. She would enjoy some snuggles with him, before convincing him that the only thing she needed was him – not some damned day at the spa.
“I can feel those wheels turning, sweetheart.” He stroked a hand down her back. “And the answer is no. I can handle tomorrow by myself because you’re going to the spa with Raine. Storm agrees with me fully that you two need a little pampering.”
“But-”
He gave her bottom a swat with his hand. “But nothing. I’ve gone to great lengths to make sure your favorite technician will be there, and I have booked a hot stone massage for Raine and a cupping one for you. Afterwards, you’ll be treated to a light ‘in spa’ luncheon with sushi for you and pizza for Raine.”
“Okay, Master.” She sighed. How could she resist when her husband knew her weaknesses so well? “But I’m still going to stop by later to check on you.”
“Of course, you will.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Because you’re my Lizzie.”
Chapter Seven
“Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this relaxed.” Raine lifted his head off the massage table.
“Master was right about needing this. Aren’t you happy now that your Daddy made you come?” Lizzie asked, savoring the pressure of the cups along her back. It felt divine. So much so, that perhaps she’d ask Master again if he’d buy a set to use on her at home. He’d declined the first seven times she’d asked, but maybe number eight would be the charm? It shouldn’t matter that it wasn’t his kink, right? Or that he indulged her in many, many other ways. She sighed.Maybe I’ll just sign up for monthly sessions at the spa. Master would agree to that – he wants me happy.
“I guess so.” He looked a bit sheepish. “Daddy was right. I needed an outing before we move back into Redemption this weekend. It’s been a few weeks since the shooting, and while I’m excited about going home…” He frowned. “…I still feel bad. We’re leaving you to ramble around that big house all alone until Master comes home from rehab.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she was quick to reassure her bestie. “You and Daddy Storm need to build your future together, not coddle an old married lady.”
“You’re only two months older than me.” Raine retorted. “So, if you’re old, then so am I.”
“Yeah. I can see those gray hairs from here.” She shot back. “But seriously, I’m happy you found your forever with Storm. Even when he was an asshole, I knew he was a big ole’ marshmallow on the inside.”
“Yeah. He likes to pretend to be some hotshot football player, but under it…” He gave a dreamy sigh, making Lizzie giggle.
Her bestie was so besotted by his dominant that he thought the sun rose and set on him. She could only hope that Storm never fucked him over, or so help her, smaller or not, she’d make Master’s best friend pay.
