Today! Milan gaped at Noah and then her shocked eyes went back to the first page of the addendum. It appeared that Noah was willing to pay ten thousand dollars for the first insemination, five thousand for each successive treatment, and an additional seventy thousand dollars when she successfully conceived. He promised to alter his will, granting her a five-hundred-thousand-dollar bonus after she gave birth to a healthy child.
With her jaw dropped and hysteria mounting, Milan was too freaked out to even string together a slew of expletives that would adequately express her rage and horror. She flipped to the last page that suggested that the original contract, which entitled her to most of Noah’s estate, would be broken if she didn’t agree to the new stipulation. Damn, she should have consulted an attorney before signing the original contract.
Noah gripped his walker and lifted himself out of the chair. “I’ll want you to sign the contract right away,” he said. Milan felt helpless to refuse the offer. In a trancelike state, she signed her name.
“Put the document back in the desk drawer. I’ll have a copy for you in a few days,” he said. Giddy with excitement, Noah gave Milan a smile and a flirtatious wink, but as far as Milan was concerned his smile looked like a mocking smirk and the wink resembled an unappealing facial tic.
As if all that wasn’t bad enough, he then did something completely outlandish and totally out of character. Holding tight to the handles of his walker, he leered at Milan. As if he were a male exotic dancer, he gyrated and then did a double groin thrust for emphasis. “Tell Ruth to come at once. Tell her I’m feeling rather perky and would appreciate a soothing.”
A look of disgust crossed Milan’s face. She whirled around, hurrying away to pass the distasteful news on to the nurse.
Noah cleared his throat. “My dear—”
She stopped. She held her breath but didn’t turn around. She didn’t dare. Who knew how many other depraved tidbits were stockpiled in his arsenal, ready to be hurled in her direction?
“After you’ve delivered my message, please wait in your bedroom. I’ll buzz you when Ruth is ready to begin the procedure.”
She’d considered him too sickly and confused to take his vile and indecent proposal seriously. She thought it would be easy to outsmart a dying man. But she’d underestimated Noah. Now Milan was sick, sick to her stomach because she’d been too lazy to wade through the legal jargon of the original contract and too cheap to use her savings to consult an attorney. It was pure idiocy not to have an attorney go over the document word for word. Now it was too late. She was in over her head. Noah had her backed into a corner and she was too weary and unprepared to come out swinging.
Angered by the looming defeat, Milan flung herself on the bed. She lay flat on her back, listening to her heart pound. How long would it be before Noah’s hoarse voice crackled over the intercom? She cast an anxious glance at the Waterford crystal clock on her nightstand. Like a time bomb, each tick of the dainty clock infused Milan with terror. How long would it take for Noah and the nurse to get their freak on? Not long, she conceded sadly. Noah was a quick-shooter; it would be only a matter of minutes before she was summoned.
Had she known the situation would take such a terrible turn, she would have kept Greer around. The greedy traveling nurse would never agree to Noah’s scheme. Why would someone plotting on their own fair share of his estate willingly assist him in his quest to produce an heir? Hell, for the right price, Greer probably would have helped Milan scam Noah. But Ruth Henry couldn’t be bought. The nutty nurse considered herself a straight arrow and wouldn’t dream of duping her employer.
What am I going to do? Agonizing over her predicament and racking her brain to come up with a resolution to the problem, Milan sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed the back of her neck.
Figuring it was time to cut her losses and hightail it out of Noah’s home, Milan didn’t make a sound. Mentally packing her bags, her eyes bounced around the large room, trying to estimate how quickly she could gather her belongings and get out the front door without having to look at Noah’s shriveled-up face.
Two raps on her bedroom door startled her so badly, she let out a yelp. “My dear, is everything all right?”
Incredibly, Noah was on the other side of her bedroom door. Astonished that he’d actually hobbled down the long corridor, Milan stared at the door in mute horror for several moments. The man was unbelievably determined.
With nowhere to run or hide, she unlocked and opened the door. Bent over his walker, Noah wore a warm expression. “You were taken off guard, my dear,” he said kindly. “I hope this monetary offer will reduce your apprehension.” Holding her with a steely gaze, he offered the cash.
“It’s all there. Ten thousand dollars. Take it,” he encouraged, his eyes narrowing, challenging her.
Reluctantly, she glanced at the money. Seduced by the sight of the bulky wad of cold hard cash, she gave a soft sigh of discomfort.
Sensing that he needed to close the deal quickly, Noah pressed the wad against her balled fist. “Come, my dear. Ruth needs to get you prepped.”
Prepped! What the hell does that involve? While momentarily distracted by the puzzling thought, her fist unclenched. Seizing the opportunity, Noah slipped the bundle of cash inside her slightly cupped hand. “There’s much more where that came from,” he said, his voice quiet and compelling. The feel and smell of the money overpowered her, rendering her helpless to refuse.
With amazing agility, Noah hurriedly made his way down the lengthy corridor. The rolling walker creaked in protest at the increased speed. It was a travesty. She didn’t feel at all like herself. She felt like a player in a dark comedy as she followed the squealing sound of the sick man’s walker. Assuring herself that she was of sound mind and that she was making the right decision, she thought of Gerard. If she was going to pull Gerard out of Ming’s business venture, she’d need all the capital she could get her hands on.
Other than having to endure a terrible bout of nausea, there was nothing else to worry about. She was on the pill and Noah was sterile. He had to be. His worthless sperm deposit could not possibly be a threat to her. However, the thought of having his repulsive sperm deposited inside her body was truly repulsive and made her flesh crawl. But if she were to ever get rid of Ming and live with Gerard full time, she’d need lots of money. Having Noah’s money was essential. I can bear this. I must bear this, she told herself as she rounded the corner and headed toward the master bedroom suite.
chapter twenty-nine
Inside the suite, Ruth Henry had set up a makeshift examining room. Milan bristled at the sight of the sheet-draped metal table and a smaller table with a measuring cup covered with Saran Wrap and carefully laid out medical instruments on top. Milan nearly passed out when she noticed that intermingled with the gleaming medical apparatus was, of all things, a plastic turkey baster.
The nurse wore a white coat, and a stethoscope hung jauntily around her shoulders. After assisting Noah back to bed where he was provided an unobstructed view of the proceedings, she picked up a clipboard and turned to Milan. “Have a seat. I need to ask you some questions and then I’ll take your vital signs,” she told Milan crisply. Her voice was filled with a self-important tone Milan hadn’t heard before.
Somewhat dazed, Milan slumped into the velvet chair. Ruth asked her a series of questions: the date of her last period, if she’d ever had an abortion, was she taking birth control. The nurse listened to Milan’s heartbeat and then stuck a thermometer in her mouth. “Okay,” she told Milan a few moments later. “I have to check your blood pressure.” The nurse wrapped the cuff of the digital machine around Milan’s arm and pressed the start button.
“All right, let’s get you prepped. Go get undressed,” she said, pointing to Noah’s private bathroom. She handed Milan a paper gown. “Leave it open in the front,” she instructed. Next she gave Milan a small plastic cup. “I’ll need a urine sample.” Milan hoped the lab that tested her urine didn’t detect trace
s of the contraceptive pills in the urine sample.
Obviously the nurse had been briefed by Noah prior to today. She’d ordered the materials from a medical supply company. It couldn’t have been by chance that the woman was so well prepared and fully equipped with the tools of the trade.
The session with Gerard had left her pussy in such bad shape, urinating was extremely painful. While sitting on the toilet, Milan nervously ran her fingers against the hard, singed ends of her pubic hair and against her irritated labia and clit. There was no way to conceal the damage Gerard had done to her feminine parts. Besides, she feared the procedure Ruth was about to perform was far worse than she feared exposing the condition of her pussy. When Milan emerged from the bathroom, her uncooperative legs would not move toward the examining table.
“Don’t be nervous, my dear,” Noah called excitedly from his bed. Depraved as he was, Milan would bet her savings that the pervert had a hard-on beneath the covers.
Ruth went into the bathroom carrying a basin filled with soapy water. “You need to lie on the table with your knees bent and spread wide apart, so that I can see your vulva clearly.”
Feeling like a battered warrior, Milan didn’t ask any questions, she just did as she was told. Ruth returned, snapped on a pair of surgical gloves. She let out a gasp and gawked at Milan’s burned pubic hairs and bruised genitalia.
“Can you please get started?” Milan snapped. Her pussy, she knew, looked like it had been to hell and back, but Ruth didn’t deserve an explanation.
Shaking her head and grimacing, Ruth sponged the badly singed forest of hair. She rooted though the tools on the table and a razor materialized in her hands. “For sanitary purposes, I’m going to shave, uh, your pubic hairs,” Ruth said, sounding uncomfortable.
Knowing that protesting would be pointless, Milan nodded. She stiffened in fear as Ruth brought the menacing blade close to her vagina. But it turned out Ruth was an expert. After four or five skillful strokes, Milan’s pussy was sheared clean.
The nurse removed the plastic wrap from the measuring cup that served as a semen container. She stirred the nasty contents with the turkey baster and positioned herself between Milan’s trembling legs.
Ten thousand now and five thousand a day, she repeated over and over as if the words were a religious mantra.
“I’m going to slowly glide the syringe into the vagina. I have to get close to the cervix to coat the outside and deposit as much sperm as possible,” Ruth said, her head slightly turned as she ignored Milan and spoke to Noah.
“Good, good. Make sure you get it all in, don’t waste one drop of that freshly ejaculated sample,” Noah responded, his breathing heavy and lustful.
The nurse returned her attention to Milan. “Before I inject the semen, I need you to have an orgasm.”
“What? This is starting to sound really freaky. Shouldn’t this procedure be, uh, more clinical?”
“It is clinical. But you need to have a powerful orgasm,” Ruth remarked. “Having an orgasm helps the cervix suck up sperm. It helps get more sperm up there, and may increase the sperm’s travel speed.”
Milan felt fury surging through her. Lifting her head, she yelled, “Are you crazy? How can I have an orgasm under these circumstances?”
“Well, what works for you? I have a vibrator on hand. Can you get a big climax from clitoral stimulation?”
“Use your finger, nurse,” Noah ordered from his bed. “She’ll have an orgasm quicker if you use manual stimulation.”
Ruth squeezed the bulb at the end of the baster, filling the tube with Noah’s vile seed. Milan closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear to watch as she was degraded and defiled. Without permission, the nurse boldly massaged the hood of Milan’s clitoris, rubbing it rhythmically with a latex-covered finger. The nurse increased the tempo and Milan’s body unwittingly responded to the stimulation. When the veins in her forehead began to protrude and her breathing escaped in small pants, the nurse slowly inserted the semen-filled turkey baster.
The next day Milan underwent a second treatment and was paid five thousand dollars. She douched repeatedly before journeying to Philly for her training session with Gerard.
“My pet,” Gerard greeted her with a smile. His honeyed baritone voice caressed her ears and had the effect of a fast-acting narcotic, filling her with instant euphoria.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she replied and nodded in deference to her trainer. Her heart soared. She quickly pushed the violation of being injected with Noah’s slimy sperm from her mind. Here with Gerard she could forget all her problems. Here she could be her true self. This was close to heaven. If she could be granted one wish it would be that Gerard would forgo the exercises and allow her to worship him without restraint. But her yearnings would never be considered. She was not there to experience erotic satisfaction.
“It’s a great privilege to serve you. I’m here to fulfill your every desire,” Milan said breathily and then dropped her eyes submissively. She’d done her homework. Through research on the internet and even in Noah’s expansive library, she was learning the fundamental rules of the S&M lifestyle. Gerard looked impressed. He closed the door behind her and nudged his chin toward the floor, gesturing for her to bow down. He didn’t grant her permission to remove her coat, so she dropped to her knees draped in full-length leather.
Gerard had just finished a workout. She could tell by the way his dark skin gleamed from perspiration, and she could smell his musky masculine scent. It turned her on. She wanted to bury her face in his groin, inhale his scent, but she had to follow the routine. He was barefoot, an indication that she should honor him by kissing his feet.
Adoringly, she kissed each toe and licked his feet. Gerard’s fingers snaked into her hair. Grabbing a handful, he pulled Milan upward until her face met his crotch. With his hand holding her head firmly in place, she inhaled deeply, as if he emitted oxygen of which she’d been long deprived. Perhaps today she’d be allowed to fondle his dick. Maybe he’d let her stroke his dick until he came in her hand. With her head filled with delicious fantasies, she moaned as she took in his scent.
“Today, I’m going to give you a total body workout,” he told her abruptly, his words catapulting her out of her private heaven. She was so overcome with disappointment she could have cried.
“Stand,” he commanded. Milan stood up immediately. “Go downstairs and hang up your coat. Take off everything except your socks and sneakers. We’re going to do circuit training for an hour but before we start, I want you to warm up on the treadmill. It’s set for thirty minutes, and I’ll see you afterward.”
After Gerard went upstairs, Milan heard voices. He’s watching TV. She gave a satisfied smile. She’d earned his trust. He knew that she would follow his orders without his scrutiny while he kicked back and watched TV. Having his trust warmed her. She beamed as she quickly undressed.
Surrounded by mirrors, Milan understood that Gerard wanted her to view her slackened body from every angle. Her self-consciousness about her body image would be an incentive to work harder. Alone and naked, she considered her reflection. The dark skin of her hairless pussy startled her; she’d forgotten that Ruth had shaved it clean. Her inner lips, no longer hidden by a thicket of public hair, jutted outward. No longer red and sickly looking as they’d been after being doused with melted wax, her pussy lips had regained their dark hue and healthy puffiness.
She could feel her nipples hardening at the thought of the sweet torture Gerard had inflicted upon her. She gazed at her image, then got on the treadmill. Exercising face-to-face with her reflection, she watched as her hand moved involuntarily, grazing her small breasts. Her fingers caressed and then pinched the swollen nipples. Her pussy twitched at the memory of the nipple clamps. More than anything, Milan wanted to explore her dark damp tunnel, but there was no time for self-indulgence. Gerard expected her to work out on the treadmill for a half hour.
At the precise second that the timer went off, she heard Gerard’s footstep
s on the stairs. When she saw his beautiful image in the mirror she gave him a proud smile.
“Good job, Milan. Now, I want you to…” His speech halted. A look of surprise registered on his face. Then a scowl of disapproval hardened his features. “Who told you to shave?” he asked sharply. He then pointed angrily in the vicinity of her vagina and abruptly paced toward his desk.
Milan hung her head in shame. She couldn’t tell Gerard the truth. She suspected he’d make her leave—banish her from his life forever if he knew of her relationship with another man. “No one told me to shave, sir,” she said and swallowed nervously. “I took it upon myself. I thought it would please you.”
Gerard didn’t comment. He seethed quietly, his silence speaking volumes, letting her know that a severe reprimand was forthcoming. Overtaken by fear, Milan held her breath. A quiver moved through her body as she awaited the fate that would be a duet of pleasure and pain.
Soft footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. “Ah, Ming,” Gerald whispered fondly. Milan gasped, realizing that the voices she’d heard earlier hadn’t come from the TV at all. Ming had been in the house all along; she’d heard them conversing.
Ming came into view, looking flustered. Her coat—the beautiful full-length chinchilla Milan had seen her wearing weeks ago—was draped over her arm.
“I thought we were going to spend some time together, but obviously you have other plans,” Ming said, shooting a hateful glance at Milan. Trying to hide her nakedness, Milan reflexively covered her private parts with both hands. “I’ll leave you with your new playmate,” Ming said sarcastically. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Sayonara, baby.” Ming whirled around.
“Wait. What are you talking about?” With an expression of bafflement, Gerard looked around. “I don’t see anyone else. There’s no one here except you and me.”
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