Page 22 of Nomad: Violent Devotion

It’s night. Or at least, it was at some point. Shit. Someone could have murdered me while I was out and I’d wake up at my own fucking funeral. Something pulls at my side. Something that should hurt.

“Slipper,” I rasp. She presses water to my lips while the doc tsks at us, and she ignores him. That’s my girl. “Sweet name.”

“Be nice. He’s stitching you up,” she reproves me.

I stare up at her leaning over me with her flashing whiskey peat eyes. “Because you stabbed me, little toy,” I murmur.

The pulling at my side pauses, then resumes. “Have you been naughty, Poppy?”

She curls her fingers around my biceps but I’m in no position to fight her. Fuck, I can’t move a limb let alone punch the man for saying her name like it belongs to him and not me.

“Yeah.” I make out before she can. “She pissed off her Daddy-O and now he wants to kill us both.”

The stitching at my side ends. “Well, then. You can stay here until it’s time to leave.”

I snort. Cryptic motherfucker. “Delicate, Slipper. How’d you earn that name?”

The doc stands over me. A slight smile teases his lips as he watches me then looks at Poppy. He says nothing as he turns and walks away.

I glare after him. It’s all I can do before whatever the hell sedative he gave me wears off. “The fuck,” I mutter. At least my mouth and my brain are working.

“I was told you were quieter.” Poppy perches on my thighs, trailing her fingers across my bare abdomen with a scalpel. Her patterns turn my skin white then the faintest tinge of red, though she doesn’t cut through my skin. Not that I could stop her. Deadly little toy. My cock hardens impossibly and she moves the blade lower. It seems to be her favorite thing. “His name is Slipper because he’s as delicate as a glass one.” She watches me as her blade glides over my cock.

Even though I can’t feel it, I groan at the vision of her in the miniskirt, her little wet spot on display, her tits almost falling out of her lace top thing. And all of that is nothing because she’s...

Wearing my fucking cut.

“Christ, girl. When I can move I’m fucking you regardless of wherever we are,” I growl.

Her lips turn up in a smile. “I want to suck your cock while you’re like this. Make you come and leave you lying here, all vulnerable and exposed. And I want to cut you again.”

My heart beats faster. Heat flushes my chest. “What would you carve into me, cosita?” Your name? End my life? Both thoughts leave me aching. It’s been so long since I played with anyone who understood my need for pain the way she does, who sees the world with the same twisted sense of emptiness.

She leans closer and runs the tip of the blade along my chest, straight down my sternum. “Mine,” she whispers, running her hand over my cock, squeezing hard. Too hard.

My hips jerk as she draws her hand upward, and I realize I can feel it. Along with the sensation of pleasure, however, comes a heady dose of agony in my side. The burning does nothing to detract from the sight of her hovering over me.

Poppy leans down and licks my lip with the tip of her pink tongue. “Will you let me fuck you in the doctor’s chair, Judge?”

I hiss through my teeth as she spreads her legs and grinds her cotton-covered pussy over me. “You know my name. What else do you know?”

Her gaze locks on mine and holds. “Everything important.” She throws the words aside casually, as though they aren’t important. I groan as she grinds on me, rubbing her tits in my face. “You said it would be dirty.”

“I did say that.” Numbed fingers return to themselves. Fuck knows what the doc used, but he better not stick me with that shit again. I grip her plump ass as a throat clears pointedly.

“If you do that you’ll tear up the work I just did and I’m not fixing you again.” Slipper coughs delicately, just like his namesake. “I don’t do other clubs.”

I grin. “Yeah. Right.” I rub my fingers along the insides of Poppy’s panties while he watches, making no move to avoid us or ease the strain in the bulge swelling in his grey slacks. “You don’t want to join us, Doc? I’d like to pay for services, after all.”

Poppy’s gaze flashes at me, but she doesn’t object, pressing back on my fingers and moaning a little as I slide them inside her wetness. “Walker...”

“Ah, no.” The doc’s cheeks are pinked and I doubt he’s ever been offered a threesome before. “But you shouldn’t ride home.”

I laugh, still fingering the girl on my lap in his examination chair. “I don’t have a choice. It’s either that or leave my bike here for your crew to find. Thanks, but ... Fuck no to that.” I slam my fingers deep, ignoring the twinge in my side. I’ll pay for our playtime later, but right now I want Poppy to come all over my hand in front of him.

She curves on my lap and fuck me if I’m not about to come in my pants at the sight. From the way the doc stands rigid against the opposite wall, I’m not alone.

“Put on a show for him, little toy of mine,” I murmur. “Say thank you nicely for his services and I won’t ask you to lick cum from his pants when he blows his load at the sight of you orgasming on my hand.”