His Sub's Submissive, Cooper McKenzie [highly illogical behavior .TXT] 📗

any other way. He needs this. But there is a way you can help him heal a few of the holes in his heart.”

Sloan frowned as she processed the information. “How?”

“Kneel beside his head and read these names. Then tell him that he is not God, and he needs to let them go. Then read the list again. Do you think you can do that?”

“Who are they?”

“His patients who died this year.”

Sloan accepted the small card Dane offered. Five names. Five children who died in the last year. Looking up at Dane, she blinked away her tears and smiled though her bottom lip still quivered. “Yes, I can do this.”

“Good girl. I’ll be last in line and will give him a hard swat for every name you read the second time. Then we’ll take him to that sofa,” Dane pointed across the room to an empty sofa tucked in a private corner, “and give him some intense aftercare. After that, we’ll head home.”

With a deep breath for courage, Sloan nodded. “Yes, Master. Sounds like a plan.”

“Just don’t touch him.”

Turning, she headed back to Sir, kneeling so her head was just inches from his. His sobs were heartbreaking in their intensity, and Sloan had to blink several times before she could read the list.

“Tevia Jenkins. Bobby Nichols. Amanda Smith. Rosemarie Amberton. Jamal Harker.”

“Again, angel. Read them again,” Merlin asked, his words slurred with pain.

Sloan read them again, then a third time as Merlin’s sobs became even harsher as he mourned the loss of five young lives. “Tell me about them, Sir. How did they die?”

“Tevia died in a car accident, one of three people who were killed when a drunk driver ran into her mother’s car. Bobby had a rare, aggressive form of leukemia. Amanda got into her mother’s drug stash and OD’d. Rosemarie and Jamal had asthma and then got the flu, but their parents didn’t bring them in until it was too late. Babies, all of them, just little babies.” Merlin whispered through hiccupping, gasping breaths as his tears continued to fall.

“They had a special doctor taking care of them.” Sloan raised her hand and brushed sweat dampened strands of hair from Merlin’s face. “But you are just a man. A doctor, yes, but still just a man. Dying is a part of life, the end of life’s circle. I wonder what those five little ones would think if they saw you like this. I know it’s cliché, but you are not God. You can only do the best you can. Then God and His angels step in.”

As she spoke softly, she watched as Merlin pulled the remnants of his shattered control back around him. His crying slowed, and he no longer gasped for breath. She looked over her shoulder at Dane who nodded. Looking down at the paper, she read the names one last time. With each name, Dane’s hand came down with a sharp crack, and Merlin cried out with the physical pain, not the emotional.

As soon as they finished, Dane released Merlin from his restraints. When he couldn’t stand on his own, Dane lifted him into his arms, cradling him against his broad, muscular chest.

“Come along, angel.” He turned and walked the cleared path through the crowd.

“Take this.” Taurus handed her a clean bar towel, a blanket, and three bottles of water.

Sloan accepted the supplies with a shy nod. She picked up Dane’s forgotten toy bag and followed Master and Sir across the room. When she caught up with them, Dane had settled on a leather couch tucked in the corner and partially hidden from view by several large plants.

Merlin stood in front of him, looking as if he were in several types of pain.

Sloan handed Dane the towel and one of the bottles. She set the bag next to the couch with the blanket on top of it. Then she knelt in front of Sir.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, Sir?” she asked, lifting her chin to look up past the erection pushing at the front of his pants to his face that remained tight with pain.

She watched as Merlin glanced at Dane who nodded. Then he looked down at her again. “Suck my cock.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said as she carefully unhooked the elastic from the left side of his pants and pulled the front of his leathers down.

His cock was long and hard with a deep purple head. Pinching the end of the condom covering it, she pulled it off, surprised when Merlin hissed at even that small contact.

“Be careful, angel. He’ll probably explode as soon as you touch his cock,” Master warned.

Sloan leaned forward and opened her mouth wide as she closed the distance between them. She covered Merlin’s cock but didn’t close her mouth around him until he brushed the back of her throat. Then she eased back a fraction of an inch. Closing her lips, she began sucking and swallowing on the big cock, massaging him with lips and tongue and mouth.

“Holy shit!” Merlin cried as his fingers threaded through her short hair and held her still. His hold was painful but added to her enjoyment of giving pleasure.

He’d barely spoken when the first jet of seed exploded across the tip of her tongue.

Sloan continued swallowing and sucking as he filled her mouth with wave after wave of his man juice. When he finished and released her head with an audible sigh, she licked him clean then sat back on her heels.

Dane reached for Merlin, who once again wobbled on his feet. Dane settled his man so he lay with his head nestled under Dane’s chin and his body draped across the rest of the couch. One hip rested on a pillow with his angry, red ass exposed to the room.

“Angel, in the pocket of the bag is an anesthetic spray,” Dane murmured as kissed Merlin’s head and neck while rubbing one hand up and down his back in long, soothing strokes.

Sloan nodded and found the