Page 22 of Asylum

Watching her break down at the sight of her reflection did wonderful things to my cock.

Honestly, I was hoping it would send her into an episode. My face is bruised and sore, but fuck if I don’t want her tiny fists to draw my blood again. I want to see the split skin of her knuckles bust open, her blood mixing with mine. My cock leaks pre-cum at the thought of our combined lifeforce filling my mouth, and I groan.

She’s shattering before my eyes beautifully, losing all hope, abandoning her faith in everything.

Except me.

I’m her lifeline. Her saving grace.Her God.

Everything is falling into place perfectly.

She’s unhealthy, depressed, and alone. She hardly eats enough to sustain her. She’s starving physically and emotionally.

Just the way I want her.

When the final wall crumbles in her mind, ripping her apart at the seams, I’ll swoop in, solidifying her obedience and loyalty to me.I have a plan.Our future is already written, and as she plays into my hand, all will be revealed. She believes my rehearsed emotions, my practiced expressions. I didn’t get where I am today without discipline and dedication. My well executed charm is winning her over, and soon she’ll be my own little puppet.

Doing as I say. Being the woman I want her to be.Mine.

She climbs off my lap slowly, lying back on the couch, spreading those gorgeous legs wide. I lick my lips, pure lust slamming into me. While my emotions may be a façade, my desire for Olivia is the one truth I can’t deny. I need her body, her submission, her fucking soul. Winning her heart along the way will make the process easier, but it’s not required.

I shift on the couch, hovering above her frail body. Lifting her gown over her breasts, I take in her delicate form. While hunger is necessary in this stage of the plot, I’ve already concocted a plan to remedy the issue, returning her to full beauty, to good health.

Just another way to bind her to me.

My lips trail over her protruding rib cage, licking a path down her sunken abdomen, sliding the patient issued panties past her slender thighs. She gasps as I bury my face between her legs,breathing deeply, past the flowery smell of the soap, my cock jumping at her natural scent.

So fucking addictive.

Pushing her thighs further apart, I swipe at her clit with my tongue, sinking two fingers inside her, deep. Her body arches, and my cock throbs knowing she’s in pain, but she just can’t help herself. Pulling her clit between my lips, my teeth graze her swollen bud, and she moans deeply as my fingers find her g-spot.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers, and I smile at how responsive she is to my touch.

I groan as her inner walls clamp down around my fingers, her thighs clenching around my head. She slaps a hand over her mouth just as she reaches her peak, her body bowing as she loses control. I continue sucking her clit, finger fucking her through the orgasm, and as she relaxes against the cushions, her legs trembling, I finally pull away.

Her eyes open slowly, glazed over with satisfaction. Crawling up her body, I press our lips together, shoving my tongue between her lips. “Taste yourself, little doll. You’re fucking delicious.”

One of the few truths I’ll share with her.

She pushes herself up, the hint of a smile on her lips. “What about you?”

I lift myself to a seating position, patting my thigh for her to take her place on my lap, where she belongs. She crawls on top of me, straddling my hips, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her dripping cunt leaks onto my slacks, and I grin as she unknowingly marks me with her scent.

“I’d love to sink my cock inside your pussy, but I don’t think your body can handle it right now.” She opens her mouth to object, but I press a finger to her lips. “I don’t think your throat could take me either.” I quirk an eyebrow, daring her to disagree.

She nods, and I brush the hair from her face. After the beautiful way she screamed for me yesterday, I know her throat is raw. I’m a depraved motherfucker, but I’m not cruel enough to fuck her throat now.

“What do you want to do?” she asks, her worried gaze finding mine, and my cock twitches.

“I’ve extended your therapy sessions. After what happened yesterday, I convinced Dr. Halstead I need more time in order to rehabilitate you.” Her eyes widen, and I stifle a grin. “I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on. Are you tired?”

She nods.

Kissing her deeply, my tongue mimics what my cock should be doing to her cunt. She grinds down on me, and I’m momentarily sidetracked, moving her soaked pussy back and forth across my lap. She moans, snapping me back to reality, and I grip her hips, placing her on the cushion next to me. Rising from the couch, I stalk towards my desk, grabbing what I need from the middle drawer. Lifting a bottle from my desk, I head back to the couch, holding the water and pain medication in front of her. “Take this and get some rest. I’ll wake you when it’s time to return to your room.”

She reaches for both, popping the pill into her mouth, chasing it down with the water. She lays down on the couch, turning onto her side, so she can see me as I work.

Crossing the room to my desk, I take a seat in the chair, ruffling some papers in front of me. Halstead doesn’t give two fucks what we do with these patients. I could move her into my office, and he wouldn’t blink an eye. But she doesn’t know that.