Chapitre 129: 8. Easy Lover.
I woke up again. It took me a moment to remember what happened. I looked up, startled, and luckily, I didn't see any drip stands or cannulae. I remembered the nightmare. It pissed me off, knowing that I wouldn't tolerate anything like that again.
I was in my bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and sighed for a while. Everything had come back into my nightmares again. From the beginning, the green poison dripped into my veins and then interspersed with Damon shouting.
He had shouted at me in the nightmare that I should just suffer the shit, and Krycheck had been in the dream too, and Damon had been there shouting that maybe Krycheck could program me with a bit more sense.
The dreams had been haunting and horrible and beyond, and I knew now I wouldn't be sleeping on my own for a long time, and I couldn't tolerate any medical procedures. The mere thought of a cannula or even an injection put a cold sweat on my forehead.
But I didn't dare to take a shower. What if I get cold again and have to be tied up in a medbay and have an IV? No, I won't take a shower. I was pissed off because the shower had been one of my ultimate pleasures, and now it was more or less ruined, at least for now.
I composed myself when I heard the footsteps coming closer, and I couldn't help my pulse quickening. However, as I listened for a while, I realized this was Samuel, not Damon. Now, I still didn't know how I was going to face Damon, but I knew it was going to be inevitable at some point. Would he still be mad at me?
The footsteps stopped, and a soft knock sounded.
I said, "Come in, I'm awake."
The door opened, and Samuel came in. He was wearing a tight white tee shirt and blue jeans that showed off his body surprisingly well. Usually, Samuel wore flannel shirts, other button-down shirts, or a doctor's coat, so this was a welcome change.
I watched as Samuel's hair was also a little overlong and spilled into the corner of his eye. He carelessly brushed it off his forehead, smiling at me with his gentle doctor smile.
Samuel came up to me and felt my forehead.
He said: " Are you feeling wise now?"
I said, "No, I know I'll be impossible again. Well, you probably know what about it, but I just somehow... I don't know. And then the nightmares came..."
I finished the sentence as a chill went down my spine as I remembered my nightmare again.
Samuel said: "It's all right. Are you hungry? If you're up to it, you can come and eat. Adam has been busy in the kitchen. Damon left pretty soon after I got here."
I nodded and said, "I will not wash up. Somehow, the lesson got through, at least for now."
I didn't actually blame Damon. I don't know what makes it so traumatic to find myself chilled, but somehow, men just can't seem to take it.
I got a little more comfortable on the edge of the bed, and Samuel sat down next to me.
He said, "You may still be chilly, but a warm meal will do you good, and then later, you can have a shower. I brought you your own infrared thermometer. Look, this is how easy it is for you to take your own temperature when you wake up from anesthesia or trauma, and if it says 40 degrees Celsius, then you can have a wash, but if it's less than that, then you should think carefully about getting yourself dry and warm after a shower or bath. However, you won't be able to have a bath as Adam has removed all the plugs, and he's going to adjust the minimum temperature of the showers so that it's always at least 25 degrees Celsius, not 16 degrees, which is what it is at the moment. As you can see, we're learning a little bit of foresight and trying to prevent this from happening in the future."
I laughed out loud. I was a pretty damn demanding member of the pack. I couldn't really say anything else. Samuel was still sitting next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, his fingers brushing my breast.
I felt my nipple coming out. Samuel noticed this too, but didn't move his hand away but let his fingertip stay close to my nipple. He adjusted them and felt my body react. I sighed and pressed against him so that his hand was now touching my whole breast, and he squeezed it gently, pressed his palm against my nipple, and moved it.
And then murmured in my ear, "You are sensitive, my lady. Are you quite sure about this?"
I nodded.
Samuel laughed and said, "I am not so easily seduced. If you want me, missy, you better do a lot more than that."
Then he took his hand away and said, "Come on, let's go get something to eat; you only weigh 42 kilos, and even though Salvatore stuffed you full of centrifuged bump into your body, your body ate it all up."
Samuel stood up, grabbed my hand, and lifted me up, too; I put my fluffy slippers on my feet as we headed for the kitchen.
I watched as Samuel walked ahead of me. But he's a pretty damn good-looking piece of ass, too.
Samuel had been going to see Mimi. He had been talking with Adam and since Salvatore went away, it would be up two of them unload young lady. Adam had spoken long enough that Samuel had gotten on board but told Adam how rough he is with women, Adam had been happy as Mimi would need it. He had told Samuel how hard they are usually and it would take time for them to seduce her, get her unload her rage in bed, they were trying to keep her safe as there was still people after her and somehow Adam knew Damon was not doing anything about that but had been going women. Adam had noticed this helping Mimi, unload her rage in bed. So she would not been so eager to go gigging right away. Or being a leader.
Samuel had noticed her body to react, and he was getting ready too. He could help her to unload too.
We arrived in the kitchen, and there was Adam, working away. He was wearing tight black jeans, a sky blue silk shirt and a few buttons undone, and sleeves rolled up. Oh my god, how nice it was to admire a guy like that. Adam was efficient, skillful, and deft; he was almost as much of an octopus in the kitchen as Damon, but Adam was calmer.
When you watched Damon cooking, he was not at all in the same place. Damon was always up to something, seasoning, stirring. His dishes were quite complex and, frankly, almost difficult. In comparison, Adam was making sound but tasty home cooking. Both men had centuries of cooking experience, and I didn't even try to compete with that.
Adam looked up when he saw me come into the kitchen and said, " Morning, sleeping beauty is finally awake. I'm sorry I didn't see that Damon wasn't in doctor mode but teaching mode. He fled the scene and hasn't come back or kept in touch, but he took his phone and wallet with him."
I said, " Yeah, it doesn't matter. He just got traumatized and couldn't control himself. I'm fine now, well, fine and dandy. But then I don't want injections or IVs, any kind of medical intervention at any time."
Adam said, "Yeah, Samuel informed Salvatore, and that's probably why he fled the scene when he realized the lesson wasn't really relevant. With you, one must try to remember the whole thing. Everything you've been through, remember that you have a fucking photographic memory. Damon doesn't always seem to have it in his head when he assumes you'll get over things. But I guess it's not that easy."
I nodded. Adam knew me on such a different level than Damon. I mean, I really loved Damon, and I didn't want to upset him, but sometimes he would overlook little things like that or just let his feelings get in the way. Letting his rage or temper get the better of him and reacting too hastily and quickly.
That would be one thing I would have to learn as well. Although Adam had a temperament, he controlled it to a certain point. Damon didn't control his temper to that extent.
I sat down at the table to watch Adam work. I didn't mind watching, but my presence was obviously an invitation to be fed. Adam started getting the dishes ready. Samuel brought plates to the table, made coffee, and brought drinks and glasses to the table.
As Adam started carrying food to the front, portion by portion, he always prepared a plate and brought it to me, kept on putting food until all his projects were done, and told me to eat already.
So I ate and watched the two handsome males in my kitchen. I didn't feel Damon's presence in my mind. Our bond was closed. I got nothing out of it, and I didn't hesitate to admire the men.
I had my rights too, and that Damon could be fucking several strange women at this very moment just gave me more motivation to act the way I wanted to.
The food was perfect, and portion after portion came in front of me. Mostly meats, and quite fatty but so damn tasty. Each meat mountain had either a small portion of pasta on the side soaked in butter or mashed potatoes with butter eye, which was not small. I had coffee and cokes.
Samuel or Adam had made more pots when they'd got a few new coffee makers, the kind that you can make two pots at a time, so there were four pots of coffee for the meal and then two pots for dessert.
Coffee didn't piss me as much as it would piss human beings, because caffeine worked in my system completely differently. It was a stimulant, but it was also necessary for my cells to function.
Samuel had always found that when I was a prisoner, either in Damon's treatment or a prisoner of the medical facilities, my system would work so much livelier and better when he'd put a nasogastric tube full of coffee and coke in my stomach. He had researched and tried all the synthetic and artificial caffeine preparations in the world, and only from those two sources was the caffeine in the right form.
I ate a lot; I mean, I ate a lot, and the men ate a lot, but I felt like now I was winning this eating thing, and I said, "I think I'm going to win this race; I think I can beat you at eating."
Adam looked up and said dryly, "Yeah, you probably can. When your stomach is stretched to pull in ten liters again, you'll beat us."
I laughed and said, "Oh, what's the matter, Hauptmann? Don't you like to lose to me?"
Adam grunted and went back to his meal. After I had eaten, I was in such a lazy mood that I went to the bookshelf, grabbed a book on pharmacology, and sank into my armchair to read and digest my meal while Adam and Samuel went to the gym to fight.
Feel free, now I was enjoying myself and I knew that in the evening I would go to the sauna and stay in the spa for hours enjoying myself, taking a sauna, swimming. I hadn't thought about anything else, entertainment or otherwise.
I was just a very comfort-seeking, lazy, and selfish creature at the moment and didn't check to see if anyone had made any contact in my network. I simply didn't bother. I knew Magnum would take care of it, and Adam was also in on this from time to time. So there were people there and competent people.
After a few hours, the men came out of the gym. They had showered, and both had wet hair. They were only wearing jeans when they came into the kitchen, took bottles of soda, and drank them greedily, belching loudly at the same time.
Adam said, "I'll turn on the sauna in an hour, and it'll take an hour to warm up. Then you can go to the spa."
I looked up from the book and said, " Thanks. You read my mind, I guess."
Adam smiled; Samuel was already strolling towards the smaller medbay. I continued to explore the wonderful world of medicine. I liked to learn new things, and then I remembered I could actually start learning a language at some point.
I read for a couple more hours, and when Adam said in my mind, "Mimi, the sauna is getting warm. You can go."
I was surprised. Time seemed to fly by as I read and concentrated on what I was reading. I got up and put my bookmark and book on the table next to my chair.
I walked to my downstairs room and took off my clothes, these could still be on, these were half used, I left them on the bench at the end of my bed, I also took my new sauna pillows, changed into my pink bathrobe and my slippers too. I took a thick, luxurious towel with me to wrap my long, curly hair in. Then I went to the spa.
I walked in calmly. I could already smell the sauna and I was almost relaxed, just from the smell of the sauna. I opened the door and went inside. I took off my robe.
I knew that Damon and I had actually never really dedicated this spa section, and after all, we had fucked pretty little in Chicago; I felt Chicago was really my recovery and my sanctuary, my nest.
I went to the sauna first after a quick soak in the shower and put some rose scent in the bath water now. I put my feet up on the rack in front of me, leaned on the sauna cushions, and enjoyed.
Then, the sauna door opened, and Samuel and Adam entered.
Samuel came and sat down next to me and said, "This view is no worse seduction, no worse seduction at all."
He spoke in a low, dominant voice now, not a doctor's voice, and he didn't look at me like a doctor, not even close. Fine, let's get down to business. I let my legs part a little, put my hands between my legs, and started teasing my clit, sighing loudly.
Adam grunted, "You little bitch, don't touch yourself. Naughty girl."
Samuel's hand took hold of my wrist, pulling it out from between my legs. He lifted me to sit on his lap; we were face to face, and my legs were on either side of him as he guided his cock right between my pussy lips, pulling me into his lap so that the cock plunged mercilessly into my pussy.
Samuel was also very large, and my pussy was filled to the brim. Samuel set the pace, lifting me by my hips and nipping my nipples at the same time. I was panting pretty fucking hard.
Then Samuel kissed me demandingly, and oh, that he knew how to kiss fucking well. I felt like we were kissing all the time, and I felt the orgasm blow through my mind to pieces as Samuel flooded into me.
Then it was Adam's turn, and he laid me on my back on the deck, plunged into my pussy mercilessly, trapped my hands in one of his hands above my head, and fucked me fucking hard and rough through three orgasms before coming. Flooding his cream inside me.
The men took turns alternating positions with me standing, sitting, on my stomach, on all fours, on laps, on the side. The dicks were rowing in my cunt, and Samueli was fantastic at it if Adam was too. We fucked in the sauna, poolside, pool, shower, locker room, even. They were rough, dominant, and they were unloading my rage, through sex in someway. Nothing was too rough for me not at all.
I don't know how clean we were in the end. I don't know when the fucking frenzy took us, and we all had something to unload, which we unloaded through sex and got ourselves so aroused that even Adam was panting at one point. We ended up in one bedroom; we went on all fucking night just as intensely.
And Samuel grumbled, " Don't worry, it will not get into heat; we will not give you heat now."
I just grumbled in response myself; this was heat in itself. I knew how to make Samuel and react properly, by biting him, sharp enough him to feel it, he was alpha as well and not take it too well but god he gave me good ride.
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