Free In the Custody of the Dom (Hideaway Book 1) by Elyse Scott Page B

guard than she would have liked. “Sir.”
     
    “That all it is?”
     
    “Yes, Sir.” The rest was just too complicated to go into.
     
    “Have you taken any medication for it? Are you on any other drugs?”
     
    “No, Sir.”
     
    He didn’t look as though he believed her, but nodded slowly. “Are you feeling anxious about what we’re doing here? Be honest.”
     
    “Yes, Sir.”
     
    He smiled, and gave her shoulder a small squeeze. “Good girl. That’s normal, but you know that if anything gets to be too much, you’ll use your safeword to either pause or stop the scene. ” He made sure she was looking him in the eyes when he added, “If you fail to use your safeword when you need to, I will be very upset with you, do you understand?”
     
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
     
    “What is your safeword?”
     
    “Ocean.”
     
    He nodded. “Ocean it is. So tell me, when did you last sleep?”
     
    “Uh...” she had to think. It was before her flight had left the base in Iraq. “About two days ago. I think... Maybe three.”
     
    “Two days?” He looked sceptical. “The dark circles under your eyes would indicate you haven’t slept well in quite a while.”
     
    “Um... maybe three. I’ve been reporting in a war zone. Just before I left, we had to hide in a bombed-out building for a few days, and I was too scared to sleep.”
     
    He nodded, taking this in. “You sound a little confused.” His voice was softer, kinder, now.
     
    “I’m really tired.” She closed her eyes in exasperation as she realized she’d forgotten the etiquette once again. “Sir.”
     
    “Okay,” he said quietly. “Don’t you worry about anything tonight. I’m going to take very good care of you.”
     
    She nodded. It sounded as though he was thinking through what she’d said, and assessing her needs at this time. Contrary to her usual wariness with men she didn’t know, there was something about this man. Absolute professionalism coupled with a genuine concern for the needs of his client. He was mixing in just enough reality to make the fantasy feel real, but his sense of responsibility towards her felt rock solid.
     
    He clicked on his penlight. “Sam, follow the light with your eyes, without moving your head.”
     
    He put a steadying hand on her forehead to hold her still as she struggled to do as she was asked.
     
    She sighed with relief when the light finally clicked off.
     
    He put skilled hands under her jaw, massaging gently as he probed for her glands. She closed her eyes, and opened them again when she heard him opening a plastic bag. He unscrewed a long, plastic bottle and took out a swab, then pulled on a latex glove.
     
    A glove. Things were about to get more invasive. It was interesting to see how he was working in the elements she’d mentioned on the phone.
     
    “Open your mouth.”
     
    As a woman on the run, she wouldn’t want any DNA collected. She kept her mouth firmly closed.
     
    His expression darkened. “Sam, I won’t ask you again. Open your mouth, or I’ll call security in here. We’ll put you on your stomach, and I’ll do a rectal swab instead. Now, which is it to be?”
     
    Her eyes widened, and her heart began to pound at his sudden shift in tone. She felt herself grow wet, trying on the idea of many hands holding her down, watching her struggle as a swab was forcibly inserted into her rectum. He watched her closely, reading her response. He looked... intrigued? She hovered for a moment, on the verge of making him follow through on his threat, but just couldn’t do it.
     
    Slowly, she opened her mouth.
     
    His look was questioning, but only for a second. “Keep it open,” he said. “If you bite me, you’ll regret it.”
     
    His gloved finger pushed in with clinical authority, sweeping around her mouth, over her teeth, under her tongue, making her gag a little.
     
    “Sorry. Keep it open.” He put the swab in her mouth and rubbed it up and down inside her cheek