Page 178 of Brainwashed

I just can’t get back.

My orgasm is fast approaching… I know in some far-off corner of my mind that I’ve missed him. I’ve missed him desperately for days, with my body.

Myheart.

But I push that away and keep rutting into him, driving my cock deep and pulling it back, only to lash back in again. Leaning over him, I grab his hair, whipping his head back.

“Does it hurt, sick boy?” I whisper in his ear, voice snapping with the urgent need to come. He nods fast. “Do you like it?”

He nods again with tears in his eyes.

“Will you come from the pain?” I ask him, sucking desperately on the soft flesh of his neck. I bite him and he mewls. “Because it’s me fucking you, rough and angry, the way you deserve to be fucked?”

“Mmm-mmm,” he mumbles and nods, lashes fluttering, his glasses almost sliding off his face from my rampant thrusts.

“Good boy,” I growl. “I’m gonna fill you, Felix. And I want you coming in your pants while I empty into you, okay?”

He nods, eyes rolling back as I shove his face down forcefully into the desk. I press him down hard, bucking into him, riding his ass rough until I crack right down the middle. And I let out a jagged groan while I come violently into his ass.

My hands rush all over him, gripping the straitjacket as my dick blows off, balls contracting. My entire body is numb. I can’t even process what just happened.

Dropping my forehead onto his back, I catch my breath while Felix whines and whimpers. I reach between his legs and rub his balls, immediately feeling the wetness all over from his orgasm.

“Felix…” I sigh. “I…”

No. Stop.

Whatever I was going to say… I can’t. I check myself and pull out of him, yanking his pants up fast. Stuffing my dick away, I straighten up, reaching for the walkie on the floor.

“Someone come get inmate #89,” I grunt, tossing it down.

Felix is standing up, shaky and disheveled. I yank the tie out of his mouth, shoving it into my desk drawer. Then I rush to the table to grab the phone, stopping the recording. Clearing my throat, I take a seat. My eyes stay on my phone for the entire ten minutes it takes for Peters to get here, and remove Felix from my office.

I can’t look at him.

I fucked up.

I acknowledge it. I’m not too proud to say I made a massive mistake. Which I did.

A big, gargantuan fuck-up.

I’ve been in the mansion for hours. After my disaster of a day in Alabaster Penitentiary, I immediately went straight home. I took a long shower and tried forcing myself to eat, though my appetite was gone.It must have vanished with my fucking manners.

And now I’ve just been lounging around in my feelings, trying to watch TV, but I can’t focus on anything happening on the screen.

All I can see is Felix’s face, when I told him I didn’t want him toinfect me.

Or the state I left his ass in.

I’m such a fucking piece of shit.

I can’t even believe I did that to him. Regardless of my own shit I’m trying to deal with, it isn’t his fault. The only thing he’s done—to me directly—is express interest in me.

You know it’s more than that, fool. He has feelings for you… strong ones.

I cringe and yank at my dreads.A serial killer is in love with me. What am I supposed to do about this?? Where did it all go wrong?

I know the answer to that one.When I agreed to take this fucking job.