Then again, seeing a doctor had given him this hard-on.
With past girlfriends, he’d occasionally toyed around with power play, but never this far. Tonight had been different, and delicious. Most guys equated that type of treatment as emasculating. It had been anything but that.
He’d nudged her along the whole time, pushing her to go further, using the pain to prolong his pleasure. Watching her blossom with the smallest encouragement was addicting.
Sean got in the shower, turned on the water, and allowed him to indulge himself with his hand in a very specific fantasy which had only sprung into being tonight.
“Lily,” he whispered. “Please, you feel so good.”
He stroked his rod from root to crown with a merciless grip. In his mind’s eye, the imaginary Lily gave him similarly rough handling.
“You told me not to touch myself, but I had to disobey.” He jerked off, using more force. She could spank him for his disobedience again. She could push him to the edge until his entire existence focused around fucking her rotten.
“You’ll have to be punished, bad boy,” the imaginary Lily said, standing over him this time with a riding crop.
“Please, let me come. I’ll do anything,” he promised, and the phantom Lily got on her knees.
She fisted him and ran her tongue over the tip. “Come.”
And he erupted, thick white come shooting across the shower, splashing against the wall. Sean jerked his cock faster and harder, emptying every drop, wishing…
No.
He leaned on the wall. He didn’t wish anything. He wasn’t allowed to ever see Lillian Hernandez again.
Chapter6
The following morning, Sean sat in the police interview room with Charlie, Captain Bailey of the Second Precinct, and Police Chief Isadora Reyes. Sean said, “I can say the evening was a success.”
The captain might have been tempted to make a ribald remark, but kept it buttoned up in the presence of Chief Reyes. “So she took the bait?”
“Hook, line, and sinker,” Sean said, not giving more details about his intense encounter with her. The only thing they officially cared about was if he’d been able to get close to the target. He’d gotten very, very close. When he’d joined the narcotics division and taken the undercover officer classes, he’d expected to be pretending to buy drugs on occasion. This had proven itself to be a totally different beast.
The captain held up a mug shot of a Latino man. “Why did El Socio approach Dr. Lillian Hernandez?”
“Because he believes she is his kids’ doctor,” Sean explained, remembering how frustrated she’d been.
“Interesting,” Reyes said. “If anything would get him to come out of hiding, it would be his kids.”
“And ordering the deaths of some of his enemies,” Captain Bailey said, reminding them of the topic of conversation.
Angel Negron, aka El Socio, was a big gun for the Latin Kings gang, which had been gaining territory in Cleveland for the past two decades or so. They’d ended up as the top Puerto Rican gang, having pushed out the Netas, and now engaged in regular feuds with the Eastside Bloods, Gangster Disciples, and the Cedar Road Crips.
El Socio had finished a year in the federal penitentiary for gun charges, which was the only charge anyone had ever gotten to stick. The last time anyone from law enforcement saw him, he’d gotten into a car and disappeared.
He could have been anywhere in the world, and there had been many who hoped he’d left Cleveland for good.
But then three East Side Crips who were known to have beefs with him wound up with transcranial lead poisoning last week—gunshots to the head. Even then, the police had no proof he was in the city.
But yesterday, out of the blue, this very dangerous urban jungle cat had entered MetroGen hospital and talked his way inside the pediatrics clinic.
They didn’t know exactly what occurred inside, but security had been called by Dr. Hernandez.
According to the video feed from the clinic hallway, El Socio basically ignored hospital security walking him out and did not seem the least bit threatened by this turn of events.
He must not have known about the new information sharing arrangement between the hospital and the police department. Any incident resulting in a security event got fed through the facial recognition software program in the police cyber division.
They’d gotten a hit, and rather than tip their hand, they had opted to send Sean to meet her at the unofficial hospital Halloween party.
