A Doll for the Boss

The doctor arrived quickly; I was wrapped in a bathrobe. Serkan had gone to the bathroom; I could hear the sound of water and smell the scent of aromatic oils. He was preparing the bathtub.

"Mrs. Ferner, the dog didn't bite deep; however, I can't give you the medication that is suitable for pregnancy. You have been experiencing threats of miscarriage. If we were to administer the injection, we would probably end the baby's life." I was about to respond when Serkan's voice filled the room.

"What are the consequences of not giving her the injection?" he asked as he rolled up his sleeves, even though I didn't know why since they were already wet.

"Mr. Ferner, the truth is there could be many complications, but the dog barely bit, it wasn't deep. So let's wait a bit; if the lady starts to have a fever, then it would be a different matter. We would take more control over the situation." "Perfect, doctor. Thank you very much for coming."

I saw the doctor leave while Serkan accompanied him, and then he returned to my side.

"Come, let's give you a bath."

I looked at him intently, searching for a hint of a joke on his face, but he was very serious, so he wasn't joking, he was going to bathe me.

Oh my God, I'll die of embarrassment!

"I can do it myself."

"I know, but I'll do it. It's my turn to take care of you. I've caused you more sadness than joy, forgive me."

"It's not your fault, it's not even the dog's fault. He was defending his home, that's what he's trained for. He had never seen me before, so that means I'm a stranger and therefore his enemy." "What would have happened if I hadn't arrived?"This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"I don't even want to think about that."

He took me in his arms, sitting me on the comfortable sofa in the bathroom. I watched him put his hand in the bathtub. The scent in the room was wonderful, a blend of lavender, jasmine, citrus fruits, and love.

The scene was worthy of a romantic movie. He picked me up again and then set me down on the floor, slowly removing my bathrobe. My skin turned red, embarrassed. I know he's my husband, but it still made me extremely shy. He approached me from behind and embraced me, kissing my shoulders. I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

"You're blushing, are you embarrassed? I'm your husband, we've done more things on other occasions."

I didn't say a word. He took me in his arms, placing me in the oversized bathtub. The water caressed my body, making me sigh. It was warm, delicious. I must admit that Serkan was quite the romantic when he wanted to be. The water overflowed from the tub as he positioned himself behind me.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of you. I won't let anyone hurt you, no matter who it is. I'll kill them with my own hands. You're mine, my most precious treasure, and within you grows flesh of my flesh." "Serkan..."

His hands roamed my skin, settling on my breasts and taking them in his hands. His skillful fingers played with my nipples, making me boil. His tongue trailed along the bare skin of my neck, giving me goosebumps.

"Your skin responds to my caresses as if they've known each other for years. I love the taste of your skin, even though you carry so many sins in your conscience, I can't resist wanting you beneath and on top of me. I'm trying to hold back all the negative feelings, build a life with you, but I swear sometimes I just want to grab you by the neck and end you."

I wanted to ask, I really want to know, what he was talking about, but his skillful fingers had my mind clouded. I was blind, deaf, mute with desire, as hot as the sun itself.

"Serkan..."

How pathetic I am, I can't even speak. My subconscious knows that I should stay away from him, but my body wants to be close, buried so deep that it can't escape.

"You don't have to say anything, just enjoy the moment."

I felt the soft sponge glide along my back, cleansing everything, taking away every trace of dirt. Then he washed my hair with great skill.

Where did he learn so well? Should I be worried?

I needed to keep my thoughts in check if I wanted to continue enjoying his attentions.

"I think that's enough," he said as he pulled me out of the bathtub, both of us naked. Without drying ourselves, he left the bathroom and returned to the room before placing me on the bed.

I took the opportunity while there was a space between us to observe his body.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked as he climbed back onto the bed, taking my mouth with insatiable hunger.

My hands roamed his muscular back while I responded to the kiss. Then, he began to explore me with his mouth. It didn't take long before he was inside me.

His thrusts set a merciless, delicious, and tormenting rhythm.

"Serkan, I can't hold on much longer," I whispered, my hands gripping the sheets of our bed.

"No, you're not going to come. This is my game, my pleasure. You must obey me."

"What?"

But I couldn't say more because he decided to cover my mouth with one of his hands and seek his own pleasure, disregarding my needs.

When he finally drained all his anger, he removed his hand from my mouth and then pulled out of me to walk straight to the bathroom.

Serkan had used me as if I were a paid service. He had degraded me. I didn't know what had happened. He had been sweet and caring in the bathroom, but everything changed when we entered the room.

I saw him return to the room with some wet wipes. He approached and began cleaning my body without saying a word. When he finished his task, my body still felt lifeless, like a sack of potatoes.

"Don't wait up for me."

With that said, I watched him disappear into the closet. I turned around, curling my body into a fetal position. I felt sad, distraught, used, degraded.

What was I paying for? What was that sin? Why was he seeking revenge on me?

I pretended to be asleep. I didn't want to talk to him. I could see his back dressed in a suit as the door closed. Tears flowed uncontrollably. I didn't want to cry, I wanted to be strong, but I felt dirty. I didn't deserve so much cruelty.