Mission: Compromised Submissive (9 page)

She didn’t answer at first. He wondered if she was sound asleep from the way she stayed motionless. Her eyes were shut, her mouth parted slightly. “I am. There isn’t a word to express what I feel right now
,
S
ir.”

Dom jerked up, sitting between her parted legs. Her words cut lik
e a knife. “Did I hurt you!” h
is voice shook the air.

“Yes.” Her voice was so small, but held one hell of
a punch.

“Oh God, Alex, I…” She cut him off before he could finish, as guilt slammed into him.

“And
…
I have never felt so wonderful in my life.
You’ve taught me so much. I’ve never experienced sex like that. I was awake, but not. It was like a dream or something, or high on some sort of drug. Hell, I’ve never had an orgasm from someone else. Only myself.”

Her words sunk in, bringing a new happiness he hadn’t anticipated. First off, even after they were out of their sex fog, she had called him
S
ir. Second, he was the only man to ever give her an orgasm. Third, he’d managed to take her to that subspace without giving her a real BDSM session. Holy fuck! She was perfect.
There were
no words. Tonight, she had beco
me his forever and didn’t even know it.

“Come on
,
baby. Let’s get you to bed.” He picked her up and gathered her clothes, dressing her carefully. There were a few wounds that had been knocked open in the fray that needed bandaged before he could let her have the much needed sleep.
As he carried her into his tent, a warmth touched his heart like never before.

After he had cleaned her up and given her the first aid needed, he tucked her in his cot beside him. For the first time in his life, he slept in peace. He kept her wrapped safely in his arms until the next morning, holding her tight to keep her from disappearing. When he woke and saw it wasn’t a dream, his life took a turn
with
the beginning of a brand new start.

Vince woke with Violet staring down at him, propped up on one elbow, still tangled with him on the couch. Her eyes were narrowed, hollowed by a sadness he had never witnessed on her delicate features. Her curly red hair was in tangles, framing her delicate features. At this moment, she reminded him of the sweet little girl off the children
’s movie
Brave
. He wiped his eyes, waiting for the
temperamental
outburst that was sure to come. When she didn’t blow up in all of her Scottish glory, he grew worried. “What’s got you looking so sad
,
sweetheart? You were snuggled up to a hot stud all night…you should be grinning from ear to ear
,
” Vince joked, trying to ease whatever seemed to be bugging her.

“Vince…
You’re bleeding. I covered you up so the others wouldn’t see, but you have to tell the doctor when he gets here. Something is wrong.” He watched her eyes fill to the brim and realization hit him. Without looking, he knew where she meant. Already feeling
nauseous
at the situation, he grabbed the blanket and looked down toward his nether region, seeing the red pool from under his rear. His jeans were stained like a girl who unluckily got her period at the worst possible time.
He knew he needed to go check and see the extent of damage, but it hurt to move. How the hell was he going to hide it?

“Watch out
,
sugar. I think I need to go to the bathroom.”

Violet slid off the couch and held out both hands, silently demanding to help him. By her expression, there was no arguing. The corners of his lips tilted up at her thoughtfulness and he accepted, wishing he hadn’t the moment he turned to stand. “Oh hell!” He doubled over in pain,
feeling injuries that reached internally. “I can’t get up. I think maybe I need the doc after all.” Before he could cover back up, Michael wal
ked in the room and stopped mid
stride. Vince wanted to cry from embarrassment. Of all the people in their family, Michael was the one at the top that he didn’t ever want to find out about his predicament. And, now he stared with that cold hard face he so feared. It was big of him to accept his sexual preferences. Now, all of that was ruined. Or was it? A sea of emotion crashed over his hard features.

“Boy, I am gonna ask you one time, and one time only. How bad is it?”

“I don’t know.” Vince lowered his gaze, unable to look him in the eye from shame. He jumped when Michael moved to stand inches in front of him.

“Violet, please go ring the doctor and ask Maggie to come here.” She all but ran into the kitchen, sending Mrs. Sanders running into the room. While she made the call, Michael helped him shuck off his jeans. “Now, boy, no need for you to be ashamed, you hear me? Let’s see how bad things are and if you need to go to the hospital. The doc will be here in a bit.”

“Yes
,
sir.” Vince la
i
d back, allowing them to undress him under the thin shield of the blanket. Once he had painfully been extracted from his clothing, Mrs. Sanders held his hand.

“Okay
,
baby. I need to see
what’s going on. Remember, I’
m a momma. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen.” She pulled the blanket away and gasped. Michael kept his vision locked with his, giving him a shred of dignity. “Michael, go get me a bowl of warm water and a rag.” Her voice was monotone, sounding like a midwife from an old black and white movie.
Vince knew it had to be bad.

Mrs. Sanders stared down at the mutilated sight before her. His penis had what looked to be burns from a cigarette up and down the length of his shaft, and a blood blister surrounded his pee hole. His ball sack was black and blue, probably from being kicked or hit repeatedly. From what she could tell, both of his
testicles
were still intact and unharmed. Thank God. His anus on the other hand had been messed with pretty bad. It was bleeding, signaling some sort of internal damage she couldn’t see. He would definitely need to be checked out by the doc, and a possible visit to the hospital. The outside was torn pretty badly and swollen, from something sharp and large being inserted. She had to swallow to keep from puking. How could someone do this? Why? It was heartbreaking. Vince was the sweetest soul on the planet. He didn’t deserve this. Nobody did, but especially not him.

“Maggie, how bad is it?” Michael asked quietly.

“It’s pretty bad.” Her lack of elaboration was more than the man could handle. Last night, they had c
o
me up empty handed. They had found a few people who had remembered seeing the group that had dumped him off in the drive, but every place they went was two steps behind them. Today, he wouldn’t rest until he caught the fuckers. They had no idea how bad things were about to get.

“Son, I promise you we will catch the bastards who did this to you. Maggie, if the doc wants him to go to the hospital, have Alaina drive. I have to go.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek and patted Vince’s shoulder affectionately. Mrs. Sanders knew it was no use trying to stop him
,
and didn’t try. She wanted him to find the party responsible, and take care of it.

Thirty minutes later the doctor showed up, asking for help to bring in the ultrasound machine he had brought. It surprised them all to see him come fully equip, but anything was possible with Wally. He owned his own practice, which included everything in it. The city hospital
was technically his even though it was a public building. He had funded most of the costs with little help from outside sources. Vince looked on as Alaina and Violet tugged the machine in the door, thankful that they had told him what to expect.

“It’s good to see you awake. So, tell me what’s going on, son.” Wally watched him, waiting patiently. Vince couldn’t find his voice. Thankfully, Mrs. Sanders stepped in and spoke on his behalf.

“He has rectal injuries and surface wounds to his penis, scrotum, and anus. There is a good possibility tears might be present in his anal cavity.” Hearing her say it was enough to make him want to die. The older woman had spoke
n
the words anus, scrotum, and penis all in the same sentence.
Three anus’s in one sentence to be exact…
Kill me now.
Violet smirked, reading his thoughts. She stood behind the others, able to give her silly cross
-
eyed
tongue
-
sticking
-
out face without being seen by anyone but Vince. He grinned, thankful for her mood light
e
ning tactics. So, maybe he wasn’t the only one struggling to deal with Maggie speaking about his no no spot
. Why couldn’t she have used
motherly words like wee wee, walnuts
, and bum?

“Let’s see what we have. Girls, please leave the room and give the man some privacy. I will holler when the coast is clear.” Dr. Mars went into a professional
demeanor
, fading out of the friend zone and into doctor mode. Vince was thankful. He did a full examination and ultrasound, discovering only minor lacerations and injuries.

“How bad is it?” Vi
n
ce didn’t want to know. If he was going to be deformed for life, it was better he didn’t know.

“You are going to be sore for a couple of weeks, but all of your injuries are superficial. I don’t see any reason sutures or further medical procedures are needed. I am going to write you a few prescriptions, and I want you to be sure to take them. One is to help with the pain, an antibiotic to help keep infection from setting in, and an anti
-inflammatory
. I recommend you withhold from sexual intercourse for three weeks to give your body time to heal properly.”

Relief rushed through Vince.
He could handle that. “Thank you so much doc.
So…
everything is going to be back in
working order?
”

Dr. Mars laughed.
“
Yes, everything will be fully functional. You will have no issues with erections or ejaculation. It may be painful to pass a bow
e
l movement for a couple weeks, but I am giving you a stool soft
e
ner and pain meds that should take care of it.
I want you in
my office in a week for a check
up unless something changes or gets worse. Now, Vince, I can’t express enough how lucky you are. If you want to go out on the town again, take someone with you. If the girls don’t want to go to your flavor of bar or outings, give me a call. My boys will go with you. Nathan is a regular down there at Joe’s.” Dr. Mars finished packing up his machine and stood, calling for the girls. They all but ran back in, anxious to hear the prognosis.

Vince sat almost shocked to learn that Wally’s sons might be gay. Why hadn’t they been introduced yet? From what Alaina and Michael said, they were all hunky muscled up tanks
. Uh, yes please.
Even in his battered state, excitement faded some of the humiliation and hurt. No human should ever be abused in such a manner, but yet, he couldn’t help but be thankful it had been him and not one of the girls. He was strong. He would
prevail
. Some never got over the emotional damage. By the grace of God, his was more physical and he would. Two drool worthy cowboys might just be what the doctor ordered.

Michael felt a rage he hadn’t felt in years. Granted, he wasn’t always king of being open
minded, but after meeting and growing to love Vince as his own son, the idea that he had been hurt and
defiled
,
sent a rush of pure blood thirst through his veins.
With both Nathan and Dave Mars behind him in their jacked up truck and Sheriff Earl Shive behind them. Ol’ Earl and Michael had grown up together. If things got sticky, he knew he could count on him to help take care of things and make sure nothing bad came of it. It was only a matter of finding the weasels now.

Jim, from Jim’s Videos and Guns
,
had said the three men had been in a few hours before, arming up with hunting gear and ammo.
Being as they were new in town, Jim, like everyone else in the town, added a few extra lines of questioning to feel out their intentions in the great town of Justice. Upon learning that they were in from the city and were headed out to hunt on Workman Mountain, good ol’ Jim phoned the Sheriff the moment they walked out the door. After stopping by the local grocer to confirm their destination, Michael and the others were headed up to give the boys a little friendly hometown greeting.

Workman M
ountain was part of the Reynolds
’
family property.
It had been open to the public for hunting, meaning the good residents of Justice. Some outsiders caught wind of it from time to time and the ones who failed to have the common c
ourte
sy to ask permission were ran off without e
xpla
nation, and the gates locked.

There wer
e two ways in and
out, w
hich worked to their advantage.
The second way was unknown by everyone but a select few
so
they would have the opportunity to sneak up without being detected.
There were four cabins on the property, but only one off the main driveway, which, if he had to put money on it, was where they had squatted. About half a mile away, the group stopped and parked. Michael was the first to hop out and grab Betsy, stashing boxes of ammo in his pockets. The others all grouped around, readying for whatever awaited them.

“I say we spread out and surround the house. They haven’t had time to head out into the woods yet as far as I know, but just in case, be cautious. There’s no way some city boy
s can out
wit us here in the deer woods. Try not to kill ‘em, but if it is you or them, take them down.” Earl had a way with words. His loyalty was to his country, his family, and his town. Anyone that tried to mess with one of those
would see how rough and tough real cowboys were.

“Agree’d. Okay, Dave and Nate, you two take the East side. I will go in from the South, and Earl can take the West. There ain’t no way they are far from the cabin.
And, by the things they bought at the store, they’re more than likely half ass drunk already. Let’s go teach them a few lessons about what happens when you hurt one of ours.” They all nodded in agreement and followed Michael, forking off at the end of the trail.