To be honest, the doctor said shit but this suits my agenda and she can’t argue with that, so she nods and then says nervously, “Thank you but this is all a little unnecessary. I’m sure I’ll be fine, maybe I can call you if I feel funny.”
Turning my back on her, I head to my closet and return with the only thing I could think of. “Here, you can wear this, now remove the dress.”
Her eyes are wide in shock as she clutches the t-shirt I threw at her. She swings her legs to the side of the bed and makes to leave, and the bastard in me decides to play with my mouse. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To change, unless you’re prepared to give a girl a little privacy.”
Once again, I love the fire in her eyes as she can’t help snap back and as my eyes narrow and I stare at her with an angry look, she visibly pales but stares at me defiantly.
In two steps I’m beside her and reach for her throat and her eyes widen as I tear the god damned dress from her body, relishing the sound of ripping fabric and the shock in her eyes. As I expected she is naked beneath it and as her breasts spring free I think I experience heaven and she screams and instinctively raises her arms to cover her nudity. Grabbing the t-shirt, I grip her arms with one hand and place it over her head with the other and as it falls around her body, I snarl, “Don’t answer me back—ever, you won’t like what I’m capable of. Now, get into bed while I fetch the meds and water. Don’t move a muscle and you will be a good patient, or so help me God, I’ll show you what happens when I’m pissed off.”
She scrambles under the covers and looks at me in fear as I turn and leave the room, feeling so turned on I can’t walk straight. I’m loving every second of this power play because it amuses me to control another person. It always has and the rewards are making it so much sweeter just imagining her curled up beside me till morning.