Read The Institute: Daddy Issues Online
Authors: Evangeline Anderson
“You bastard,” I snarled at him. “You made me…the things you made me do…”
“And the things we made your
partner
do to you, too—right?” Mandy smirked at us. “Now
that’s
got to be awkward—letting someone who’s basically just a coworker shave your pussy and shove a plug up your ass. Tell me,
Detective,”
she said, turning to Salt. “How did you like doing all that to your partner? Was it fun? Did it turn you on to spank her until her little bottom was all rosy red?”
Salt glowered at her.
“I will not listen to this. Everything you have forced
mishka—
Andi—and I to do together while we are here has been for one purpose only—stopping the dangerous drugs you are releasing onto the streets.”
“I’m afraid you’re not going to get your wish, my dear Detective,” Berkley drawled. “Far from stopping the flow of Please, you two are actually going to help us distribute it.”
“What?” I exclaimed and at the same time Salt growled,
“Fuck you.”
“It’s your little
mishka
you’re going to be fucking, Detective,” Mandy sneered. “
She’s
the one who had a double dose of Please so she’s the one who’s going to need to be fucked. Oh, and fucked
hard
too.” Her eyes widened. “But I’m sure that won’t be a problem. I’ve been watching the two of you on the monitors in the viewing room—I’ve seen how hot you are for each other. Really, we’re doing you a favor, giving you a reason to screw.”
“I’m afraid Mandy is right,” Berkley said, smiling nastily. “Your partner is going to need you in a new and special way very shortly, Detective Saltanov. I just hope you’re up to servicing her the way she’s going to need to be serviced.”
“You bastard…” Salt took a step towards the other man, his hands flexing into fists. “How dare you give my
mishka
such a dangerous drug? How dare you risk her life?”
“Oh, she’ll be fine—as long as she gets the intense sensations her body is craving,” Mandy said, grinning. “You see, Please engages the pleasure centers of the brain and at the same time, it overloads the autonomic nervous system creating a craving for sensation so strong, the heart can stop if it isn’t fulfilled. The brain will literally stop sending messages to the heart to beat if the craving isn’t satisfied.”
Salt and I stared at her and she laughed.
“What? You thought I was just a dumb blonde? I don’t think so—I hold a PhD in Biomedical Science. How do you think I met
Dr.
Berkley? I was his lab assistant.”
“That’s enough showing off, Mandy,” Berkley said but he didn’t really sound angry. “The point is, Detective Saltanov, you’re going to have to fuck your partner, Detective Sugarbaker there very hard in just a moment if you want to keep her alive.”
“I will never do this—it would be rape,” Salt protested angrily.
“Not when you’re high on Please, it’s not,” Mandy said snarkily. “Then all you want is to get your pussy pumped by a big, hard cock. By your
Daddy’s
cock—isn’t that right,
‘mishka’?”
I wanted to rap out a comeback but when I opened my mouth, only a moan came out. My whole body was in desperate need now—my nipples were so sensitive I wanted to rip down my dress. My pussy felt swollen and empty at the same time.
You need to be filled,
whispered a dark little voice in my brain.
You need to be fucked or you’re going to die.
“Andi?
Mishka?”
Salt was looking at me, his pale blue eyes filled with anxiety. “Are you all right?”
“I…I…” I wanted to say I was fine but the words wouldn’t come out. All I could see when I looked at my partner was the man I wanted more than anything else in the world. All I could think about was having his thick cock buried to the hilt inside me, filling me, fucking me, coming in me…
“Mishka?”
he said again.
“Salt,” I whispered brokenly. “Papa…I need…need you so much. I’m sorry but I can’t help it.”
“Ah-ha—I do believe that’s the Please kicking in.” Berkley sounded insufferably smug. “Such a pity we can’t stay and watch but we thought you might like some privacy.”
He started to go for the door but Salt was suddenly blocking his path.
“No,” he growled menacingly in the other man’s face. “No, you will fix this—fix Andi right now! There must be antidote to help her recover. Give it to us
now.”
“Alas, Detective, I fear the only antidote is intense physical sensation and only you can give it to her. Ah-ah—not another step closer.” A snub nosed revolver suddenly appeared in one aristocratic, long-fingered hand. “Mandy, come here,” he called and she came to him immediately, putting an arm around his waist.
“Salt,” I begged. “Papa, please…I need you…need you in me.” The words were dragged from my throat. I didn’t want to say them but I couldn’t help myself—I was burning and I felt so
empty
inside.
“You—I will kill you!” Salt snarled at Berkley, who only shook his head.
“I don’t think so, Detective Saltanov. Now listen carefully, because this is how it’s going to go. First Mandy and I are going to leave while you and Detective Sugarbaker stay here. You
will
help her with the Please cravings—I know you will because you don’t want to see her die. Correct?”
“You bastard,” Salt said thickly. “Of course I do not want her to die but neither do I wish to rape her.”
“Well, I don’t think we can call it rape when they’re crawling on the floor and begging for it,” Berkley said, grinning evilly. “At least,
I
don’t. Think of it—your partner is a strong woman who refuses to follow your lead and do as she’s told. And now here’s your chance to get her back for all that. Admit it, Detective Saltanov, doesn’t it feel
good
to hear her begging for you to fuck her? It’s poetic justice, don’t you think?”
“Is
sick,”
Salt growled at him. “Just as everything else you do in this fucking place is sick. I am disgusted by you.”
My partner’s words somehow penetrated the drugged haze of lust that had clouded my mind. Despite the burning inside me and the feeling of need so deep I thought I might scream, I felt them like a knife in my guts. God, did he really feel like that? Did he really think that everything we’d been doing here was perverted and disgusting?
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Berkley said coolly. “But disgusted or not, I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to me. As I said, you and your sweet little partner are going to be our newest Please distributors.”
“Like Hell we will!” Salt snarled. “Why would we do such a thing?”
“Why because, Detective, this whole encounter is being recorded. And not in grainy black and white like the monitors—oh no.” Berkley grinned. “It’s being recorded in high def color. And as soon as you fuck your partner—which you
will
do, because you don’t want her to die—I’ll have the perfect piece of blackmail to hold over your head. You and Detective Sugarbaker will do anything I say or I’ll release this recording over every social media channel in the world.
And
I’ll see to it that both your names are plastered all over it so that everyone, including all of your friends, family, and coworkers, know that it’s
you
on that nasty,
nasty
video.”
He gave an ugly laugh and Mandy repeated her annoying giggle. I wanted to shoot both of them but I had no gun—I only had a burning void inside me that needed desperately to be filled. With a low groan, I fell to my knees. It was all I could do not to reach between my legs and started touching myself at once. The desire in me was getting so bad that I didn’t care who saw me do such an intimate and private thing. I didn’t care about anything but getting relief.
“Please,” I moaned to Salt. “Please, I
need
you!”
Berkley let out an ugly, braying laugh.
“Fuck or die, Babygirl,” he sneered. “Fuck or
die.”
His crude words struck a chord with me and brought back a vivid memory.
The video,
I thought wildly.
The one online with the blonde girl and the man in the suit—it’s Berkley. He’s the man in the suit! He’s not just running a Please lab here—he actually invented the stuff!
If we could prove that and bring him in—
But the thought was cut off by another wave of longing. My body was literally rebelling against me—demanding that I get the attention I needed. I felt like if I didn’t have it soon, I really would
die
.
The door slammed behind Berkley and his Babygirl and Salt and I were left alone in the big room together. Salt looked at me and I looked at him.
What the hell were we going to do?
“Salt,” I moaned, reaching for him. “Papa—
please.”
I got to my knees in front of him and started fumbling for his zipper but Salt knocked my hands away.
“No, Andi!” he said sharply. “Did you not hear what that bastard said? We are being recorded here. Everything we do will be seen by everyone.”
I knew cognitively that what he was saying was true—that we were in danger of committing professional suicide if we did anything sexual at all. Not that the Captain would necessarily fire us—how could he when I had been given a drug during the course of duty which impaired my judgment? But realistically, even if Salt and I kept our jobs, everyone we saw would know us. We would be Internet famous and
not
in a good way.
I could just imagine trying to arrest a suspect and being recognized as the cop who got screwed by her partner while she was high on Please. It would be hard for Salt too but he was a man—he would survive it. Me, on the other hand—well, I would be fucked. Both literally and figuratively.
But none of that seemed to matter now. All I wanted was to feel Salt’s thickness inside me. All I wanted was his big, hard body covering mine, taking me, making me his. All I wanted was to be filled.
“Salt,
please,”
I begged, reaching for him again. “I can’t stand it—I need you
so much!”
“This is not what you need—you only think you need it,” Salt protested.
“I
know
I need it.” I was sinking to the carpet now. My body felt like it had somehow acquired a black hole—a sucking desire that eclipsed everything else in the world. That hole inside me needed to be filled. If it wasn’t, I had the feeling that I would collapse in on myself—that I would cease to exist. I slumped to my side and felt the thick carpet against my face.
“Andi?
Andi!”
Salt sounded panicked now. He picked me up off the floor as though I weighed no more than a rag doll and carried me to one of the oxblood leather couches. “Andi!” he said again, shaking me.
“Please,” I whispered, the need still raging inside me. “Please, Salt, I’ll die if you don’t give it to me. I know I will.”
His face grew grim. “Then I will give you what you need—but not what you want.”
“What…what are you talking about?” It was an effort to get the words out but before I could ask anymore, Salt was flipping me over and bending me across his knee.
Before I could protest, he had pushed up my skirt, ripped down my panties and was raining a volley of hard, open-handed blows down on my bare ass.
“Ow…
ow!”
I gasped. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Giving you what you need.” Salt’s voice was harsh as he continued to spank me.
Smack…smack…smack…
went his big hand against my naked bottom. “Is the desire beginning to be less?” he demanded.
It was incredibly hard to think through the thick haze of lust and the overwhelming drug-induced desire but I made a real effort and finally understood what my partner was doing. He was saving my ass—literally—by beating it. And it was actually helping—
some.
“More,” I begged him, wiggling on his lap, though the rough spanking was already making my ass sting and the tears come to my eyes. “Salt, if you’re going to spank me you have to do it more—
harder.”
“I do not wish to hurt you,” he protested.
“You
have
to.” I wriggled in his grip, pressing my ass up to meet the punishing blows. The void inside me had shrunk a little when Salt had first started spanking me but now I felt it expanding again, threatening to eat me whole if I didn’t get enough sensation. Pleasure or pain or both—that black hole inside me didn’t care as long as it got fed.
“More!”
I insisted, digging my fingernails into his thigh.
“Please, I need more!”
“You want more? Very well—I will give you more.”
Salt stood abruptly, spilling me out of his lap and onto the floor. With quick, jerky motions he began unbuckling his belt.
At first I thought he was going to fuck me after all and my heart leapt in my chest.
Finally,
whispered a little voice inside me.
Finally you’ll get what you’ve been wanting for so long.
I didn’t just mean since my Please overdose, either. If I was being truly honest with myself—and in that brief moment, I was—I had to admit that I had wanted Salt for years. From the moment he came into my life and refused to back down no matter what I threw at him. At work, even Captain Douglas backed off when I got aggressive enough. But not Salt. He was unmovable, loyal, dependable, and protective. All that made me want him, with or without the Please in my system.
But my anticipation was short lived. Instead of opening his trousers, my partner pulled his belt off completely and wrapped the buckle end around one big hand. The rest dangled from his fist limply like a sleepy snake.
“Salt?” I asked uncertainly. “Papa?”
The expression in his eyes was hard and cold and dead as he looked at me.
“Andi,” he said tonelessly. “Lie across the arm of the couch and raise your skirt.”
I looked at the long black strap of leather hanging from his fist and suddenly I was afraid.
“Please,” I whispered, looking up at him. “Please, can’t you just…just fuck me instead?”
“You know I cannot.” His eyes were still cold. “Now do as I tell you or I will have to force you into position. I do not wish to do that.”
It came to me that he didn’t want to do any of this—that he was forcing himself to go to a place he’d never wanted to be in. I couldn’t help remembering the scars on his broad back which had been made by his father’s belt. He had told me once, before we fell down this rabbit hole, that he would never beat me in the way he had been beaten. Yet, here we were and he was preparing to do exactly that.
I wanted to protest but I could feel the void opening up inside me again—demanding to be filled. I had no choice.
Stiffly, I got off the floor and walked over to the broad leather arm of the oxblood sofa. Lifting my frilly, little girl skirts, I laid myself across it, feeling the cool air currents circling in the room caress my bare ass.
“All right,” I said, my voice trembling only a little. “Give it to me, Salt. Give it to me
hard.”
His face was a mask I couldn’t read as he stepped up to me and raised his arm. When the first blow fell and the leather snake kissed my ass with a sharp
snap,
I knew at once this was what I needed. That doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt—it hurt like Hell—much worse than Salt’s hand had when he’d been spanking me over his knee. But it seemed to fill that aching void inside me. At least, it
started
to fill it. I could still feel the effects of the Please in my system, forcing me to beg for more.
“Again,” I whispered, gripping the cool, slippery leather with my nails. “Do it again, Salt. I need more.”
“As you wish.”
He lifted his arm again and again I felt the sharp
snap
of the belt against my naked backside. I couldn’t repress a groan this time. God, it
hurt.
But I knew the stinging pain was all that was keeping me from going crazy with lust or possibly even dying from the effects of all the Please I’d ingested.
“Another,” I said in a strained voice.
Salt complied. I couldn’t tell from his face how this was affecting him—his eyes were still cold and dead. I knew he didn’t want to hurt me and I was sorry I had to ask him to. But he was right—in the long run, this was better than fucking me. At least, that was what I tried to tell myself.
“More,” I begged breathlessly and another blow fell, the black leather licking around my naked, upturned buttocks, giving me the harsh, angry kiss my body so desperately needed.
The pain was intense, especially when the belt fell on a spot it had touched before. I could feel my skin getting hot and swollen with the repeated lashing and I wondered if I was bleeding. It wouldn’t have surprised me if I was and yet I still needed more.
“Again.” I whispered, biting my lip. “Please, Salt—again. And this time…don’t stop.”
He hit me again and then again and again. Over and over his arm rose and fell, not stopping between blows this time. I put my head down and bit my lip until I tasted blood, taking what I needed from him even though it hurt both of us—him to give it and me to receive it. The pain of the whipping seemed to grow until it filled my whole world and I couldn’t think any more. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but just lie there and take it.
Little by little, the void the Please had opened inside me was filled with sensation. But filling it came with a price. I turned my face away so Salt couldn’t see me and stuffed a fist in my mouth, trying to muffle my cries of pain. Though I tried to hold still, I could feel my body trying to jerk away from the harsh blows as they fell. Somehow I forced myself not to run—to stay and take the punishment I had begged for. The punishment I deserved.
“You’re the reason he left,”
whispered my mother’s voice in my head.
“It’s your fault your Daddy’s never coming home again. He got tired of taking care of you. Tired of you needing all of his attention. He’s never coming back and you’re the reason why.”
I felt something warm and wet trickling down my cheeks and dimly realized I was crying. But that was all right—it was what I deserved. I was the one who had driven my Daddy away—I deserved to be beaten for it. I ought to hurt and sting and cry to atone for that sin. I should—
“No more!”
The harsh cry made me turn my head. I saw a tall man standing over me but I wasn’t sure who he was.
“No more, Andi,” he repeated. “I cannot hurt you like this anymore. You’re
bleeding.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered as my eyes filled with tears again. “I didn’t mean to make you go away. Please tell me what I did that made you leave—I swear I won’t do it again.”
“Andi, it’s
me.”
My vision seemed to clear and the tall man became my partner. I realized that once again I had somehow fallen into Little-space and not in a good way.
Salt’s face was no longer cold and impassive. There was anguish now in his pale blue eyes—a look of regret and self-recrimination so deep it made me ache for him.
“Salt?” I whispered, making an effort to come back from the dark place in my past. “Salt, is that you?”
“Andi…” He threw down his belt and gathered me into his arms. “Sorry. I am so sorry, my darling,” he whispered into my hair. “I never should have hurt you in that way.”
I wanted to protest that it wasn’t his fault but everything seemed to be fading. Black flowers were blooming before my eyes and darkness was eating the world.
“Andi,” I heard Salt say. “Please be all right. Please, I cannot hurt you anymore. I cannot bear it.”
“You had to hurt me,” I whispered. My mind was hazy but I wanted to make that much clear. “It was…the only way other than…than fucking. The only thing that could…could help.”
Despite my words, Salt’s strong features were still filled with remorse.
“I still should not have—”
Suddenly there was a splintering sound and the thick wooden door burst inward.
“All right—hands up where we can see them,” barked a sharp voice. “Tampa PD—everybody just stay where you are.”
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Salt demanded.
The other voice seemed to be answering but I couldn’t hear it anymore. The black flowers had grown to fill my entire field of vision and it seemed like someone had turned the volume in the room way, way down so that the other voices around me were nothing but whispers.
“…my partner,” I vaguely heard Salt say. “…take her to the hospital
now.”
No hospital,
I tried to say—I hated those places. My mom had died in one and I didn’t want to die there too. I didn’t want…
But it didn’t matter what I wanted. Everything went dark and silent and the world faded to black.