Page 18 of Asylum

I’m truly alone.

“Get out!” A voice snarls, and goosebumps erupt across my skin.

Footsteps scurry across the concrete floor, and a large presence moves closer to my bed. He gently moves my hair, inspecting the area that hit the wall, and I wince.

The clicking of his dress shoes is the only indication I have he’s retreating from the bed, crossing the room. My mind is shutting down, my eyes still closed as I drift into the void of darkness.

“Sleep, little doll.” It’s the last thing I hear before the clanking of the metal door closing.

Atlas.

She’s sleeping.

Curled up in a ball on her bed, she’s facing the wall, breathing deeply.

At my request, Nurse Carter gave Olivia a low dose sedative, just enough to help her sleep through the night. The old bitch knew better than to question me, especially after I saw how rudely she was deposited into her room. I told her if she hurt Olivia again, she’d be the next body on a gurney.

I’ll kill that cunt before we leave, little doll.

The door creaks as I push it closed, careful not to latch it. She doesn’t stir as I cross the room, carefully lying down beside her.

This fucking bed is terrible.

Snaking my arm across her middle, I pull her back against my chest. Her limber body comes easily, the deep sleep holding onto her tightly. Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I breathe in her scent. She smells of sweat, fear, and the promise of slow death. My tongue darts out, licking her salty skin, my eyes closing as her flavor bursts across my tongue.

My cock hardens, my body aching to take what belongs to me. Gripping the hem of her gown, I slide it up her body, gathering it around her waist. Hooking my finger into the cotton material, I slide her panties down her thighs, past her calves and her toes, letting them fall onto the mattress. Lifting her leg, I rest it back over my hip, my hand sliding to her pussy, parting her lips slowly. Between the trauma she suffered today, and the state of her deep sleep, she’s as dry as the fucking desert.

Bringing my fingers to my lips, I suck them into my mouth, getting them nice and wet. Slipping them between her legs again, I circle her clit with my thumb, sliding my lubricated fingers inside her warm cunt. My eyes close at the feel of her, and I begin to thrust in and out of her, wishing she were awake to clench around me.

My breathing picks up as her pussy becomes wetter, her sleeping form responding to my touch. “That’s it, little doll. Even in your sleep, your body craves me.”

A soft whimper escapes her throat, and everything inside me perks the fuck up. My fingers plunge deeper, and her body shifts, pulling her leg forward, rolling onto her back.

“At-las.” She breathes, still asleep.

Fuck.

I’ve come to sacrifice my belt around Olivia, so I make quick work of unbuttoning my pants, pushing them down mythighs. Lifting myself off the shitty mattress, I climb over her, holding my weight on my forearms, my body pressing against her. Leaning down, my tongue traces her lips, before kissing her softly. Her lips are dry and cracked, but I don’t mind. My cock jerks as I notch it at her opening, pushing inside her achingly slow.

It’s torture.

It’s hell.

It’s all fucking consuming.

Her breath hitches, her eyebrows pinching together, but she doesn’t wake up. While I’m enjoying taking my time, watching each expression cross her sleeping face, I have an overwhelming need to fuck her hard. I want my cock to rip her from the darkness she’s trapped in.

My hips surge forward, punishing her swollen pussy for making me feel this way. Damn her for crawling her way under my skin. I grit my teeth, pounding into her over and over, knowing she’ll feel the result of my obsession tomorrow, and the day after.

Her lips part as I use her body for my own pleasure, not an ounce of remorse for the unconscious doll beneath me. Over and over, I drive into her, savoring the soft noises she can’t contain even in her sleep. My eyes dart to her neck, and the memory of my blood on her lips flashes through my mind. My balls tighten, my cock swelling thicker, harder.

I clench my jaw to stay in control as her inner walls clamp down around me, an orgasm barreling through her, a deep moan escaping her lips. That’s all it takes. I crash my lips to hers, muffling my groan as I fill her tight little cunt full of my cum.

Ensuring she receives every last drop, I drive into her one final time. My eyes land on her face, her furrowed brows relaxing once more, the medication doing its job perfectly. I slide out of her warmth, rising to my knees, trailing my index finger over herclit, to her dripping hole. My cum leaks from her, and my jaw clenches. Scooping it up with two fingers, I lean over her, gently trailing it across her lips.

One day I’ll take your mouth, little doll.

The thought of her pouty lips stretched around my cock has me hardening again. Battling the urge to fuck her a second time, I rise from the bed, pulling my pants up, straightening my clothes. Reaching for the blanket, I stretch it across her body, tugging it up to her chin. She’s truly breathtaking, a natural beauty many women pay good money for.