Page 25 of Asylum (The Wellard Asylum #9)
T he drive home is quiet.
I expected Olivia to be awake by now, but I haven’t heard any banging from the trunk of my car.
My fingers tap against the steering wheel, my body buzzing with anticipation as I make the long journey to my home.
Is this how children feel when they open presents on Christmas morning?
I wouldn’t know. I didn’t care about any of that shit when I was younger.
My interests were centered around dissecting animals and avoiding my apathetic parents.
Pulling into the driveway, I park the car and pop the trunk, revealing Olivia’s unconscious body as I round the back of the vehicle.
I cleaned and stitched the wound in her abdomen inside my office before we left the asylum.
She’s remained knocked out longer than I anticipated, the mental exhaustion and her injury finally taking its toll.
Scooping her into my arms, I take her inside the house, heading for the spare bedroom. She stirs in my hold, her warm breath caressing the side of my neck. My cock hardens, desperate to be inside her fragile, undernourished body.
Stay focused, Stone.
Carrying her into the room I’ve prepared, I lay her on the bed, carefully removing the blood-stained gown from her body.
She’s truly beautiful with her red hair and pale skin, reminiscent of a sun goddess hidden away in the darkness for too long.
My gaze travels her body, a groan slipping from my lips as I admire her nude form.
Needing a distraction, I buckle the leather restraints around her wrists and ankles, leaving her spread eagle in the bed.
My cock aches at the sight of her, and I unbutton my pants, pushing them down my thighs, instant relief hitting me as my length springs free.
My fingers wrap around my shaft, squeezing the base to ease the throbbing.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I stare at her parted lips, stroking myself with a firm grip.
My gaze travels down her body, and I pump myself harder, faster, the sensation almost too much by the time my eyes lock onto her pretty, pink cunt.
I think of how she felt around me, squeezing me, and my hand mimics the memories. My pleasure is building, but something is missing. I need more.
Kicking off my shoes, I rid myself of my pants and briefs, climbing onto the bed, straddling her face. Those dry, plump lips are begging to be stretched, and while she won’t be an active participant in achieving my release, I know the simple feel of her around me will do the trick.
Gripping my cock, I slide it into her mouth, not stopping until the head hits the back of her throat.
I suppress a groan as her warmth envelopes me, her limp tongue gliding along the underside of my shaft.
Pulling out to the tip, I plunge back inside, harder, deeper.
She whimpers but remains unconscious, and I continue abusing her slender throat, chasing the high only she can provide.
After a few more pumps, my cock swells, and I abruptly pull out, painting her beautiful face with my cum.
Pleasure rolls through my entire body, the force of it so powerful, I lunge forward, bracing myself on the headboard.
It takes me a few moments to recover, and I grin as I look down at my little doll.
Bringing my hand to her cheek, I gather some cum with my fingers, running it through her hair.
Once I’m satisfied, I rub the rest of it into her skin, spreading it across her face, down her neck, across her breasts.
Her ghostly complexion shimmers, and I bend down, trailing my tongue across her lips.
Fucking delicious.
My cock jumps in response, hardening fully once again.
I’ll never get enough of her.
My fingers glide down the valley between her breasts, her abdomen, over her pronounced hip bone.
They have a mind of their own as they slip between her thighs, spreading her pussy lips open.
I lick my lips, suddenly starving for Olivia’s sweet, unique flavor.
Crawling down her body, I press my face to her core, my tongue darting out, licking her from ass to clit.
Fuck.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I slide two fingers inside her opening, thrusting in and out slowly.
After a few minutes, her pussy begins to weep, the sound of her arousal filling the air around us.
My control snaps, and I move over her, lining my cock up with her entrance.
My hips snap forward, driving inside her so forcefully, her ankles strain against her bindings.
“Fuck, little doll. If only you were awake to scream my name.” I groan against her throat, nipping the side of her neck.
My mind loses all rational thinking skills, and I fuck her into the mattress as if my life depends on it.
I give no thought for her comfort, or how sore she’ll be when she wakes up.
In this moment, she solely exists for my pleasure, a silent fuck doll, none the wiser to the brutal assault on her body.
My release creeps down my spine, my cock swelling right before I erupt inside her swollen cunt.
Cum fills her tight, little hole, leaking out around me as I continue driving inside her until I’m satisfied.
Her name is ripped from my lips as my body collapses, my chest heaving while struggling to regain my senses.
Rolling onto my side, I lay my head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. My hand cups her pussy tightly, sealing her entrance so my cum stays inside her.
My mind wonders, and I find myself thinking of the future.
If I were capable of love.
If there is one person in this world who deserves it.
It would be her.
My perfect, little doll.
We’ve been at my home for a week now. I’ve put in for a few weeks of vacation time to spend with Olivia. It’s not off to a great start.
She woke up three days ago, and it was anticlimactic to say the least.
While the stab wound is healing nicely, no sign of infection, she hasn’t spoken a word.
She refuses to look at me.
I’ve never been treated like this before, and I highly disapprove. She’s acting like I don’t exist, like I’m not the one nursing her back to health, feeding her, giving her sponge baths.
Ungrateful fucking brat.
If she’s well enough to have a shitty attitude, then she’s well enough for the next step.
Hold onto your rage as long as you can, little doll.
It’s all about to disappear.