Michael didn’t seem to notice her reaction. “Shall we go?”
Vivian nodded, not trusting her voice.
The restaurant was busy, but a reservation had been made, probably before Michael ever left the gym. She bristled at him making a reservation without so much as mentioning it or asking her opinion.
A petite Japanese woman took menus from behind the hostess stand and led them to an empty table.
A few minutes after they’d placed their order, a porcelain bottle of sake was placed on the table along with two small cups without handles. Michael had told her what they were called once before, but she couldn’t remember. Ochoko?
When the waiter left, Michael poured the alcohol. Vivian sipped the cool, sweet liquid. Sakura served only top-notch sake. It was the cheaper grades of the beverage that were typically served warm. She remembered drinking it warm before she’d met Michael, back when she’d had very little money and thought it was supposed to be served that way.
He’d gently teased her the first time he’d brought her here when she’d complained about the temperature of her drink.
“Hello, Mrs. Delaney.”
Vivian looked up, startled from the memory, to find Dr. Smith standing beside their table. He nodded at her husband. “Michael. It was good meeting you today.”
Her husband nodded back.
Vivian’s eyes narrowed. “I thought you didn’t know the doctor.”
“We met at the gym earlier. You know what a small world it is at the nicer clubs. He mentioned Sakura. I didn’t realize he’d made dinner plans here as well.”
Vivian rolled her eyes, not buying it for a minute. “Is this some trick to talk me into going back to therapy?”
Dr. Smith looked surprised. “You aren’t coming back?”
Michael put down his cup. “Stop being so paranoid, Vivi. He mentioned it. I got the idea to bring you. I didn’t think we’d run into him. I’m trying here.”
Vivian wasn’t convinced. It seemed too much like a set-up.
“I do apologize. I saw the two of you and decided to come by and say hello. I thought it would be rude not to.” The doctor quickly excused himself.
“Vivi, I swear I didn’t know he was coming here tonight.”
Vivian stood from the table. “I’m going to the ladies room.”
But she didn’t go to the ladies room. Instead, she followed Dr. Smith to the back of the restaurant. He appeared to have come to Sakura alone, no wife or girlfriend on his arm. Maybe he’d met up with friends. Or maybe it really was a set-up, orchestrated by Michael to try to get her back into therapy. But if that was true, neither man had made much of an effort toward that goal.
Vivian caught up and placed a hand on the doctor’s arm, causing him to slow his stride.
He looked down at her hand. “Mrs. Delaney?”#p#分页标题#e#
“I just need to know.”
He guided her into the coat room, away from the noise and bustle of the restaurant. His eyes crinkled at the corners. “And what is it that you needed to know, Mrs. Delaney?”
She suddenly became tongue-tied, unsure how to phrase her question. The question that had been burning through her since Anton’s fingers had turned her body into a raging furnace of need. “Um . . . ”
He crossed his arms over his chest and regarded her, amused. He seemed to know exactly what she would ask, but enjoyed watching her struggle to find the right words.
“When you sent me to Dome, did you know?”
“Know what?”
Of course, he would make this difficult. She flushed with embarrassment. If he did know, she had to find out why. If he didn’t, she owed it to every other woman who crossed the threshold of the therapist’s office, to tell him.
“Did you know that Anton would touch me?”
“Yes, Mrs. Delaney. That would be in the job description of a massage therapist.”
“No! I mean . . . did you know he’d touch me inappropriately?” she said, growing more flustered. What kind of person suspected such vile behavior from a doctor? Yet, he had made the recommendation.
“I did, yes.”
She was speechless for a moment, not quite able to believe he’d admitted to sending her willingly to a spa to be molested. “Why would you do that to me?”
He took her arm and eased her into a corner. His large hand slid along her thigh, moving beneath the slit of her dress. “Anton lets me sample some of his ladies in exchange for sending them to him. Though normally I don’t get to sample quite this soon in the process.”
For the second time that day she felt the wetness soak through her panties as the doctor’s lips grazed the side of her neck.
“Too soon in what process?”
He chuckled against her throat. “You’ll find out soon enough, my dear.”
She pushed against his chest, and was shocked when he voluntarily backed off. “Are you even a real doctor?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” She tried to move past him, but his broad body blocked her exit. “I’ll tell Michael what you’ve both done.”
“No you won’t. You’ll lose him, and you know it. Your credibility will never be higher than mine, and Anton’s when he shows your husband the video.”
Lindsay pressed her against the wall and left a soft, lingering kiss on her neck. Vivian felt her pulse pounding at his lips. She shuddered and struggled to get away. The doctor’s hand moved underneath her dress, his fingers brushing against the wetness of her panties.
“Let me go,” she said.
“It doesn’t feel to me like you want that. You’re such a responsive little thing. Why couldn’t you respond this way for your husband?” His words held no accusation, only curiosity.
Vivian squeezed her eyes shut and looked away as his hand began to grind against her heat. She was horrified to find her hips betraying her to press harder against him.
His mouth moved close to her ear. “Is it the danger you love? Is it strangers, the thrill of someone you don’t know running his hands all over you? Perhaps you just need variety. The newness, the excitement.”
She whimpered, her eyes meeting his, pleading with him to stop because she didn’t trust her voice, or how it would sound coming out of her throat just then.
He considered her for a moment, then shook his head. “No, that’s not it either. You like being under someone else’s control. You get off being dominated like a bitch in heat.”
Though his words were cruel, his tone was soft, soothing, nonjudgmental. Her eyes widened at that, not sure what to make of him. Not sure why she didn’t scream, or try harder to get free.
“Yours is a token struggle, isn’t it?”
She looked away again, unable to bear the perception in his gaze, wondering how many others like her he’d done this with, and why the idea excited her so much.
“Just let me go. Please. I can’t . . . I can’t take this.”
“If you can tell me honestly that you don’t like what I’m doing to you right now, I’ll stop.”
A finger slipped beneath the satin fabric of her panties to touch the yielding, soft flesh and incredible wetness. She flushed.
“Tell me something, Vivian.”#p#分页标题#e#
Her eyes shot up to meet his at the use of her first name.
“If you were single, would you struggle?”
“Yes.” She would struggle. Because if not for Michael and the idea that she couldn’t just give in sexually to other men, she would have to struggle to avoid dealing with what could be wrong with her to be so turned on by this. Two attractive males touching her against her will, making her wet. Making her writhe for them.
Hadn’t she felt the same way when Michael had let that thread of menace seep out with her?
“What’s wrong with me?” Fresh tears ran down her cheeks, dripping onto her dress.
“Nothing. You’re perfect. Just let yourself feel.”
“What you’re doing is wrong. What I’m feeling is wrong. It’s just . . . it’s so fucked up.”
“Shhhh” His fingers had found the opening of her pussy and started to pump in and out of her in a rhythm far too pleasurable for the situation.
“Michael will come looking for me. He’ll think I’m cheating.”
“And aren’t you?”
“No, of course not! I didn’t ask for this. You won’t let me go.”
He took her to the edge of her orgasm, then withdrew his fingers and stepped back. There was enough space for her to maneuver past him, if he didn’t step forward again to block her path.
“Do you want to go or do you want me to make you come, Vivian?”
Her voice was thready, barely above a whisper. “I want to go.”
“You’re such a little liar.” He sucked her juices off his fingers, then turned and walked out of the coat room, leaving her shaking and unsatisfied against the wall.
FOUR
Vivian sat silent in the car, not wanting to stir Michael up again. He’d noted how pale she was on her return from the bathroom and rushed them through dinner. He glanced over as he drove, a look of concern on his face.
She sighed. “Michael, I told you, I’m fine.”
Uncertainty shone out from his eyes, but he turned his attention back to the road. “If you felt ill, you could have told me. I wouldn’t have made you go out.”