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“Thanks, Gina.” Destiny was grateful Gina had stayed. Last appointment of the day. They were both unhinged after the delivery. The flowers had been hidden away, but the sight of them, as well as the card, remained in the forefront of her mind. She held out her hand. “Mr. Timmons. Thank you for coming.”
“Brice. You can call me Brice.” He shook her hand and nodded.
He was nice looking, professional with a kind smile and intense eyes. “You mentioned you were having nightmares that bother you. Can you tell me about them?”
“I might be wasting your time, Dr. Blade. I haven’t had them in the last few days. Yes, they were quite debilitating and always the same horrific visions. I thought I must be going mad.”
“Well, we’re all bothered at times by what’s going on in our lives. That’s much more normal that you can imagine. From what you’ve told me, you don’t seem to have any other concerns, or has something else manifested since we talked?” This one should be easy. Often people needed an ear, nothing more.
“May I sit down?”
“Of course.” She gestured then sat in the chair opposite.
“Thank you. Nothing else. Work has been stressful and I’ve been working eighteen hour days. I’ve had some insomnia then when I started sleeping again. Boom.”
“Okay, what about these dreams?”
He sat back and crossed his legs, his eyes never leaving her. “The nightmare is always the same, but the women change.”
“Okay. Go on.”
“They come to me for punishment.”
The words caught her off guard. Hair stood up on the back of her neck. “Punishment?”
“Yes. A spanking. They love to be turned over my knee for a hard belting. They beg and plead, telling me they’re bad girls and need a harsh punishment. I always oblige, spanking their naked bodies until they whimper and cry.” Panting, he licked his lips.
“Interesting. Mr. Timmons, I mean Brice, how did you hear about me?” She swallowed hard and gripped the edge of the desk.
“A friend of mine. She said you were the best at what you do. She suggested I sit and talk with you. I told her what I was dreaming and she actually… Well, that’s for another day.” The laugh was maniacal.
When her cell phone rang, she glanced down to see if Montana was calling. Christopher. Instantly her pussy was wet and she wiggled, the move allowing her to feel every welt. Hearing the patient describe exactly what she wanted was far too coincidental. She swallowed and hit the mute button. When she looked at her new patient, he was smiling. “I apologize. You were saying?”
“These nightmares. I wouldn’t mind the erotic nature if they stopped there. I do enjoy spanking a woman from time to time. I love to see her face turning red, the way her voice changes to that of a little girl. I love to give her the discipline she needs. I think all women require punishment from time to time. Don’t you?”
“Where do these visions go?” Why did his smile bother her so much? She noticed he’d sat up on his seat, his expression brimming with lust.
“I hurt them. I’ve never hurt anyone in my life, especially a woman. I love women in and out of bed. I love the taste and touch, fucking them like the whores they are. Whores always stray and have to be put in their place. Don’t you agree?”
She froze, her mouth dry. His words rung in her ears. Visions of being tied and whipped floated in the periphery of her vision. Then her doctor instinct kicked in. This was some asshole trying to goad her, perhaps garner a story. Yeah. She had his number. She stood to her full height and leaned over. “Mr. Timmons, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you.”
“I was told you were the best and that you truly understand the BDSM lifestyle. I was even told you were interested for yourself.” The grin widened.
“I am happy to provide you with a list of names of other psychiatrists if you like.” She moved to walk around her desk, realizing her legs were shaking. Suddenly he was directly behind her. She could smell his cologne as well as the stench of cigars and garlic. Nauseated, she kept calm, refusing to allow the jerk to see her sweat.
“I don’t want another doctor. I want you.”
Destiny clawed the wood on the desk and swiveled around the corner. “I’m not the doctor for you and never will be. Thank you for coming in.” She remained unblinking until he took several steps back.
He gave her a once over, his eyes settling on her breasts. “That makes me very sad. I believed you were different, not like the others. But I was wrong. Dead wrong.”
“I wish you the best of luck, Mr. Timmons.” She maintained her composure until he walked out of the door. Then she slumped against the desk, panting as fear enveloped her system. After a few seconds she was able to breathe normally and walked out to the reception area. “Is the door locked?”
“No, but I will. Are you okay?” Gina asked, her face full of concern.
“That was weird. Some asshole reporter, no doubt. He thought I would give him an exclusive. Bastard. I’m not accepting any new patients until this murder investigation is over.” Hairs stood on the back of her neck.
“I understand and I’ll kick him in the balls if I see him again.” Gina smirked as she locked the door.
