Page 63 of His Talisman


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“What?” Cassius turned to him and chuckled. “Don’t ever say you own me. Not unless you’re paying my wages.”

“Noted, Cassius, but as to this one.” He nodded my way. His tone intensified, as if he were teaching. “I do not like uninspired people who try to blend into the background. I like people who think outside the box, people who can see things that are not in plain sight. The world says it will give the ones who try the hardest the best rewards, but truthfully it is left to chance too often. We need to seek it out and grasp the rewards for ourselves.”

A lecture for sure. Was he hinting at something he’d achieved? Or at what I’d done? Both maybe. Cassius was impassive, and I guessed he’d be irked by being included in this.

The doctor lowered his voice. “I’ve seen and experienced more of this world than most can imagine.”

“I can imagine a lot,” Cassius said, dryly. “And I’ve done a lot.”

“You have no idea. None. The piles of dead, the atrocities, the good, and the really bad things that I’ve seen people do. One day, I might tell you.” He shook his head. “Charity…no more going to forbidden places on the island? Agreed?”

I nodded, and a second later remembered I’d been swimming in the stonefish area.

“Good, but you also have to be punished, and it should not and will not be something minor.”

I swallowed. There was nothing I could say that would stop this. If I were to be flippant and suggest a spanking, I would probably get worse.

I was already kneeling here naked, getting sore knees.

“Crawl to my chair and stop here.” He pointed to a spot before him.

The three yards I had to crawl were daunting and shameful, and I was thankful only Cassius saw this. The doctor rose and retrieved something that had been left on a table. It was an ancient leather bag, of a sort doctors might have used in the Victorian era—the leather cracked, the metal clasps dark with corrosion or age. The packet he pulled from it was clear plastic and ziplocked. Inside that was what seemed a roll of paper, but when he uncurled it, the other side showed. It was a roll of thin, rectangular packets, and the contents were revealed through the plastic sealing them in.

These were needles, and they could be used for injections, or sticking in people for kinky fun, or if a person was unhappy about pointy things going into their skin they could be used for punishment.

I was cringing and fascinated all at once.

Would he thread one through my nipple? My toes scrunched in at the thought.

He sat down again, displaying the needles by unrolling the connected packets over his knee.

“I could restrain you for this.” He rubbed his chin. “Your choice. Perhaps you’d prefer that?”

“Where?” I squeaked.

“Am I putting these?” His eyes shone with sadistic promise. “Your breasts, down your belly, perhaps further inside your legs?”

“My god. I…I’m not sure I can stand them…down there.” The nerve endings were said to multiply the pain from piercing by a thousandfold. I clamped my thighs together, and it only made him eye me as if I was teasing him.Crap.Sadists were bastards.

“Cassius! She’s got cold feet.”

“Not surprising. Though cold tits, too, from the looks of her nipples.”

I scowled and covered my breasts with my crossed arms. I could feel my hard nipples against my forearm. “Are you not on my side?”

He shrugged, grinned. “You baked the cake, now eat it. Besides, I talked him out of the other before you even arrived.”

Cold rushed down my neck, my back, and into my nipples too. “Stitches?” I squeaked.

The doctor leaned in to take my chin and make me tilt my head to look up at him. “Yes. Would you prefer that? If you refuse the needles, then I’m definitely suturing your cunt. And leaving them in for a few hours.” His mouth twitched. “Which, sweet disobedient, Charity?”

I drew a long breath, exhaled. I had to answer. “The needles.”

“Very well, and I think, since you’re so fucking reluctant…we should strap you down.”

We? Again with the traitorous Cassius. The man was looking smug, and he knew, hefucking knewI’d done this for him and his boss.

The doctor attached a leash to my collar, and Cassius was given it to hold.

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