Page 55 of Tame Me

“Fuck,” I grunt when he slams into me again. He has me bent over his desk and is ramming into me so hard that it hurts my belly. I am weirdly unbothered by this and not triggered, but I am very annoyed. He is bound and determined to try and get me to come, but I am pretty sure I am broken. He always ends up getting selfish and just getting himself off, but he’s trying to humiliate me. All he is doing is humiliating himself, really. I’m just not dumb enough to point it out.

“Take my cock, bitch,” he growls, quickening his pace and slamming into me over and over and over. The door opens, but he doesn’t stop. In fact, he goes even harder, forcing a groan out of me every time he slams against my cervix. When he is about to come, he pulls me off the desk and shoves me down on my knees so he can shove down my throat. He violently fucks my mouth until he finally comes, forcing it down my throat.

“Afternoon, Josh,” the man says, looking at me. “Is she the one?”

“Yep. Apparently she’s already knocked up,” Josh says, pointing for me to stand by the wall. I do as I am told and just listen.

“Are we terminating?” he asks.

“Nah. She can have the thing. It will tell me if she can survive birth or have complications. I’ll give the kid to her boyfriend,” Josh says. “Let’s confirm so I know when she’s due.”

“Alright. I have the ultrasound set up in the clinic,” he says.

“Let’s go,” Josh says to me. He nudges me to walk ahead of him, so I do. I am still wearing the same dress and have been keeping myself clean with wash clothes and hand soap. Supposedly, I will be moved into a room that has a bathroom today, but only if I am good for whatever meeting he is dragging me to. It’s already been made known that I am not to leave this house at all. If I do, he will cut my legs off or something. When we first got here, I was put in a room with a cot, a toilet, and a sink. Until just a bit ago, I was alone. Someone would bring food in three times a day, but no one would say anything to me. Josh would come in a few times a day and get himself off somehow, but again, wouldn’t say a word.

Joke’s on them; I’m fine with the silence.

When we get to the other side of the mansion, they point for me to sit on a table. I do, and Josh shuts the door.

“Lie back,” Josh says. I do, and he yanks my dress up.

“Feet in the stirrups and scoot down,” the man says. “Have you ever had an ultrasound like this before?” the man asks me.

“Uhm… No, sir,” I answer.

“It’s pretty simple,” he says. “Just relax, and it will go by smoothly.”

I stare up at the ceiling, and the man swipes the wand across me to spread the lubricant around before pushing it inside of me.

“She doesn't need to see,” Josh says as the man does something. I look up and see the screen in front of me is on.

“It’s her baby, Josh,” the man says simply.

“Fine. Whatever. You piss me off and…”

“I get it,” I snap, but close my eyes for a moment. “Thank you for letting me see my baby, Josh.”

He grunts but doesn’t say anything. I look back at the screen, and right away I see it. “Is that…” I start to ask, but stop.

“That is your baby,” he says, glancing over at me with a small smile. “How far along do you think you are?”

“Uhm… I’m two weeks late,” I say.

“Baby is measuring for… Seven weeks and three days, so that checks out. Your due date is August 16th,” he says. “And here is the heartbeat.”

The room fills with a soft thumping sound, and I close my eyes as tears well up. I wish they were here for this. I wish I could see the joy on their faces being able to see their baby… One day.

“So?” Josh asks.

“By about three months postpartum, if the birth goes okay, she should be good to get pregnant again,” he says.

“Fine. Get her a picture of the parasite and take her to the boardroom,” Josh says, walking away.

“Because I’m a servant now,” the man mutters. “My name is Doctor Benson, by the way. Call me Declan, though.”

“Kay,” I deadpan.

“Believe it or not, I am not here by choice, sweetheart,” he says.