Parker nodded. “Maybe Stewart was better at this than I thought.”

I went on. “He would tell me what to do.” I leaned over the bed, pressed my breasts into the soft cover, stretched my arms above my head, and keeping my ass in the air, spread my legs. “This was one of his favorite positions.”

Parker walked closer and ran the tip of the crop between my shoulder blades and down my back.

I moaned. “Oh, God, Parker. I don’t want to tell you other things that Stewart liked to do. Please don’t make me say it.”

The crop came down hard on my ass. I yelled, “Fuck!”

“Tell me. Tell me what you don’t want to say.”

I shook my head from side to side.

The crop came down again with a crack. “You’ll do as I say the first time.” Another crack. “Don’t fucking make me repeat myself.” The crop landed again. “Nod if you understand.”

Motherfucker! I nodded, and hurriedly said, “Stewart liked to tease me. He’d get me all hot and make me wait. He wouldn’t touch me, even when I begged.” I turned toward Parker, with real tears in my eyes, praying that he was really this dumb, and begged, “Please don’t tease me. I never thought I’d be back here but now that I am, I’m so fucking horny. I want you inside of me.”

Another strike. I felt the welts mushrooming on my skin as I fought to maintain my position. “My pencil dick?” Parker taunted. “You want my pencil dick inside of you?”

Crack. My ass was on fire.

“Yes, please, Parker. Please, I’m sorry I said that.”

Another crack and then another. As the crop teased my inner thigh, my cell phone rang out, penetrating our bubble.

I stood, my ass screaming, and raised my hands. “Parker, I’m sorry. I know the rules, but it could be about my mom. Please let me see if this is the hospital.”

I glanced at the screen: TRAVIS.

Sweeping my finger, I watched Parker’s eyes as I spoke into the phone, “Hello, this is Mrs. Harrington.”

The voice in my ear spoke low. “If that motherfucker hits you again, I’m going to jump the fucking banister and kill him with my bare hands.”

I let my head drop to my chest and turned away from Parker. “Oh, no! When did it happen?”

“I took care of the paperwork. Good job on the distraction, Victoria.”

Our plan had been to have Parker leave the birth certificates and contract in the kitchen and while I had Parker’s attention, Travis would steal the birth certificates and replace the contract with a new generic Dom/sub contract. If our plan worked, we didn’t want anyone going through his papers and finding something with my name.

I nodded. “Of course, I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“Make sure he doesn’t touch you,” Travis cautioned as I ended the call.

I turned back to Pencil-Dick. “Oh, Parker, I’m sorry, but that was the hospital and it’s my mother. Something happened and they want all of us there. I can’t let Val and the boys do this alone.”

I watched the indecision in his eyes. Finally, he grunted, “Fine. We have forever to play my games.”

I sure as hell hope not!

While one gloved hand rubbed his little wood through his boxers, he added, “And some of Stewart’s games, too. Next time, you will tell me more.”

“I will,” I reassured as I grabbed my things and ran toward the bathroom. Once inside, I washed my hands for what seemed like forever. If I’d gotten any of the Cytoxan on them, it wouldn’t help. Nevertheless, it made me feel better.

Fully dressed, I reentered the large room and watched as Parker rubbed his hands together.

Securing my phone and my purse, I asked, “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, I liked the gloves. I think I’ll use those again.”

Not if the Cytoxan works like it’s supposed to. “Leave them here if you want. We’ll use them next time.” I lifted my brows up and down. “Unless you think Maura would like them.”

Parker scowled in my direction and growled, “We’ll use them again. Don’t ever mention—”

Walking briskly away from him and toward the stairs, I called back over my shoulder, “I’m sorry, Parker, but I really need to run along. Until next time.” I opened my eyes wide. “Lock up, won’t you?” Without waiting for his answer, I squared my shoulders and walked up the stairs and out the door.

I was fucking done with this place. Let it burn or crumble. I didn’t give a rat’s ass!

“TRAVIS?” I SPOKE through the Bluetooth of my car.

“Excellent job, Victoria. Are you all right?”

A tight-lipped smile graced my lips. Was it the sound of his concern or hearing him use my first name? “Thank you. Well, my ass hurts like hell, but if it’s one of the last things that motherfucker ever does, it’s worth it.”

“Tell me that he didn’t touch you with those gloves.”

“He didn’t. Please tell me he hadn’t touched the bed with the gloves.”

“He hadn’t,” Travis confirmed. “I watched him like a hawk. He put the gloves on after he was undressed. After you left, he jacked off. The gloves were off, but one can only hope…”

“Jeez,” I said, scrunching my nose and fighting the mental image. “I thought seeing him in his boxers, shoes, and socks was bad. You’re going to need to scrub your eyeballs after watching the pencil dick get off.”