Page 150 of Brainwashed

A whimper leaves my lips right before he covers them with his, kissing me into a slow stupor, hypnotizing me with his mouth. I’m frenzied with lust, and the feeling of beingfree. No cuffs, no straitjacket. Standing in a room that isn’t a cell or a dank locker room, or his office. We’re not even in the prison right now.

We’re in hisbedroom. And he’s kissing me.

My fingers twitch and I become so jittery, I have to remind myself to slow down. To savor it.

Dr. Love reaches for my glasses, but I stop him with my hands on his wrists, shooting him a nervous look.

“Do you trust me?” He gazes down at me, swirling intense amber pleading with me.

I nod slowly. “Yes.”

He removes my glasses, carefully placing them down on a side table. I can’t help but gulp at the anxiety bounding through me from the blur in my vision.

But he takes my face in his hands once more. “I could swallow you whole, Felix. I don’t want anything in the way.”

I barely have time to swoon before his mouth is on mine again, more insistent this time. He spins me and backs me up while sucking furiously at my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth with a hum.

“God fucking dammit, you taste amazing,” he mumbles into my mouth and my dick throbs. “I’ve never tasted anything like you.”

“It’s the flavor of evil,” I pant, running my eager fingers up his chest.

“It’sdelicious,” he sighs with wonder in his tone.

Then he shoves me backward onto the bed.

He wastes no time crawling over me and lifting my shirt over my head. We kick our shoes and socks off, then I use my shaky fingers to unbutton his shirt, and he shrugs it off his broad shoulders. I hate that my vision isn’t clear enough to make out all of his tattoos, but I can vaguely see them. They cover his torso and arms.Everywhere. The deep blue weaving all over his brown skin. My balls hum with the desire to explore every inch of him. And let him into every crevice of me.

“Why did you disappear on me?” I ask while helping him remove his belt and his pants, both of us breathing heavily, amorous thirst moving between us like a current.

“You don’t understand, Felix,” he rumbles, pushing my pants and boxers down, ripping them off me until I’m naked and squirming on the silky fabric of his bedding. “This is hard for me. I’ve never… been with a man. I’ve never looked at a man at all…”

“Until me,” I whisper.

“Until you,” he says softly, slithering out of his pants the rest of the way.

We’re both naked now, and this is… intense. My heart is hammering in my chest at the sheer fact that he’snakedwith me. I’ve never seen him naked before, and now we’re in an actual bed, touching and kissing, warm flesh zipped together.

“I want to see you better,” I whine hoarsely while his lips dance down my jaw.

“All you need to do is feel this, baby,” he commands, his erection brushing mine.

We both groan at the sensation, and he rears back, his cock thick and full, heavy between his legs as it runs along mine with a flick of his hips.

“I can’t believe how amazing it feels…” he breathes, fingers gliding up my arms while his mouth presses slow, soft kisses down my throat. He bites my clavicle and I gasp, peeking down at him. “I’m not gay, Felix.”

“Okay…” I purr when his lips cover my nipple and he sucks. “Mmm… you can pretend I’m a girl if you want. Anything to make sure this never stops.”

He chuckles, one of his low, growly little sounds that breeds butterflies in my esophagus.

“Girls don’t have this.” He grasps my dick in his fist and strokes it slowly.

“Well, if you’re not gay, then why are you touching it?” I tease, biting my lip while I watch him licking my nipples and stroking my cock.

“I think it likes being touched,” he hums, squeezing my dick tight as his fist pumps up and down at a leisurely pace.

“It definitely does… Especially by straight robot doctors.”

He huffs another chuckle on my nipple while sucking it and I’m over the fucking moon.