Page 139 of Brainwashed

He steps up to me, trapping me against the door again, only this time we’re face to face. My chin tips and I blink up at him, mumbling, “I guess so.”

“You guess so.” He huffs, eyes shimmering while somehow hazy with the lust of what we’d been doing as he runs his index finger along my bottom lip. It might be the one that was inside me, but I can’t even think about that right now. Not while he’s looking at me the way he is. “What are you doing to me, wicked one?”

I’m literally breathless.

He brushes his lips over mine, and we breathe each other like oxygen. Exhale, inhale.

Inhale.Exhale.

“Don’t leave me with them,” I beg him quietly, my mouth moving against his. “Please.”

“You don’t need me to rescue you, Felix.” He sighs, holding my jaw before his fingers dance down my throat. “Now, let’s get you back. They’ll be waiting.”

Three inches…

Three. Fucking. Inches.

I’m still trying to process what happened in my office earlier. The fact that I stuffed three inches of my dick inside a man…A murderous psychopath of a man… is really just throwing me for a loop.

It was bad enough when I watched him jerk off. Or dared him to blow me.

Or made out with him while he stroked our dicks together.

All of those things combined would equal a life-altering freakout of epic proportions. But then I putthree inchesof my dick inside him. And truthfully, if Dr. Johansson hadn’t knocked on the door, I would have given him all of it. Every single bit until he was stuffed so full of me, there was no way to know where I ended and he began.

But the question I’m pondering as I stalk back and forth in this adjoining hallway, waiting for Johansson to come get me and let me know they’re starting, ishow.

How on earth did I go from being a fully straight man, who would never even haveconsideredinteracting sexually with another man, to bouncing around in some form of gay purgatory with one of the most notorious serial killers of this generation?

Leaning my back against the wall, I close my eyes and imagine tits. And vagina.

I still like those things, right??

I think I do, but the problem is that the thought of anyone other than Felix is becoming so convoluted. He’s the only person I’ve been around… Or the only person I’ve beenfocusedon. For weeks, all I’ve thought about is him. It must have somehow transferred into a lustful affection. An obsession, much like what he feels for his victims.

But how did it happen tome? I’m not someone who gets swept up in other people. In fact, I don’t think I’ve been swept up by anyone. Ever.

So why is it happening now, with this sociopath of all people??

I have to admit that despite how obviously deranged he is, he also happens to be the most fascinating human being I’ve ever had the pleasure of spending time with. And this must be the macabre hook in me, but the fact that he’s a killer doesn’t scare me. It doesn’t even disturb me. Not one bit. It actually just makes me like him more.

Does that makemea sociopath, too??

Either way, I don’t have time to keep frolicking around in a state of duress. Johansson is inviting me to observe their next test on Felix and he should be calling me in at any minute. I need to get my head in the game. Whatever happened between Felix and me in my office can wait.

Above all else, I’m a doctor and a researcher of the human condition. That is what’s most pertinent right now.Not three inches.

Only a moment later, Johansson pops his head through the door to the hallway I’m in and says, “We’re ready to get started.”

I follow him down the long corridor of examination rooms. He enters a different one than usual. And when I peek through the doorway, I find Claude the orderly removing Felix’s straitjacket and handing him a hospital gown.

Johansson is busy fiddling with some machine and a tray table of instruments. Claude pulls out a pair of cuffs, but I quickly hold my hand up to him. “Don’t cuff him.”

He gives me a look, then peeks at Johansson, who simply nods in agreement with my terms.

“Please get undressed and put this on, Mr. Darcey.”

Felix’s eyes are on me, the stormy gray glimmering with concern as he strips out of his clothes, handing everything off to Claude, who folds it all up and places it on the counter. Felix quickly squirms into the hospital gown, appearing tense, but also slightly comforted. And I think it’s because of my presence.