Page 12 of Lonely (Wellard Asylum #4)

B ack home, I stared at the body on my bed for hours, or it could be minutes, but it felt like hours. Rigor mortis had kicked in, and he was icy cold to the touch.

How did I ever come inside this . . . this thing while thinking of Carter?

My rectum hurt every time I shifted, and my cheek was still sore from being held against the desk.

I felt sick.

Carter would never have lain still and quiet like Andersen. He fought back, and I liked it. If I ever wanted him silent, I’d have to end him. Just like I’d done Andersen. Then he would finally be quiet and still and want my cock in his mouth.

Sliding open the bedside drawer, I rooted through it until I located the nail scissors. A car drove past outside, blaring hip-hop music. The heavy ‘thump,’ ‘thump’ bass disturbed the air for a moment as I carefully removed the butterfly stitches.

It was too late to have his mouth now unless I pried it open, but it wouldn’t be warm like Carter’s.

I could just as well screw the fridge. Usually, a cold hole wouldn’t bother me, quite the opposite. But the heat of Carter’s cursed mouth still haunted me.

Meanwhile, Andersen’s rectum had the same chill as the morgue slab I sometimes ground on during my lunch breaks.

Why did Carter have to say no? His denial itched, and I couldn’t scratch my wounded pride. Why did he hold so much power? His life was in my hands, so why did I feel powerless?

Earlier, when I tied my scarf around my neck on my way out of the office, I heard the commotion in his room because he’d refused his medication.

As if he had a choice.

I’d signed off on the paperwork, so for the next week, he wouldn’t know his name. Carter would be a drooling, spaced-out nobody, and I got hard knowing it was all my work.

He was mine.

His body and mind—even his thoughts, if I allowed them—belonged to me.

When the final stitches were gone, I placed the scissors on the bedside table and dragged his dead weight off the bed.

His body crashed to the floor. The plastic sheeting crinkled beneath my shoes.

I stood over him, staring at his mottled ass. Andersen had kept himself in good shape.

I once heard the nurses say he used to run before work down by the canal in the village. I could picture him pausing his run to stretch his hamstrings, a trail of sweat seeping through his T-shirt.

Overachiever.

Meanwhile, I had a gut.

It wasn’t a big one, but it wasn’t unnoticeable either. I would have been caught dead before I started my morning with a canal run. Fucking prick. If only the nurses had known he had his vices, too.

Shaking off thoughts of Andersen and his strict exercise regime, I cocked my head and pictured Carter naked on the floor without that spark in his eyes.

I liked his fire.

If he’d been dead, I wouldn’t have gotten burned. Still, the thought of finally silencing him stirred my desire. He wouldn’t have said no then. His silence would’ve whispered yes . . .

My cock filled with blood and grew hard and long as it pressed against my zipper.

No, I had work to do.

I grabbed the saw off the foot of the bed, crouched by his shoulders, and pressed the serrated blade to his neck.

I didn’t think I wanted Andersen’s thoughts.

Didn’t think I’d like what I’d find. He was too much like me, but I wanted to show Carter I wasn’t small or insignificant. I was powerful. I was someone.

And he should fear me.

With a grunt, I began to saw through flesh, focusing on the task at hand.

Carter would love me.

Squelch.

He would want me.

A grunt broke through the tension as I severed the head and placed it carefully by the stump. I usually did the feet next. But I pressed down on the arm instead, wiping sweat off my brow.

Carter would crave me.

Carter would beg for me.

Over the next few hours, I severed the arms and legs and then wrapped the pieces in plastic sheeting to conceal the rotting smell.

All but one. That one I left for the crows at work.

When only the torso remained, I stood to retrieve the chainsaw in the other room. It would be easier to discard him if he were in smaller pieces. I couldn’t use a handsaw to cut up his torso. I was too old for such an effort.

It roared to life in my hands as taillights swept through the room, briefly illuminating the massacre on the plastic sheeting.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mother shrieked, causing me to startle and drop the binoculars. I hadn’t heard her enter my room. “Get away from the window, you filthy creep! You think your Lord and savior won’t see you looking at that boy and touching yourself? The Lord sees everything.”

Carter sat on a chair by the window in the common room, staring vacantly at nothing.

Nurse Julie, a young lady with chestnut hair and pouty lips, put her hand on my arm. “You won’t get any conversation out of him. He’s away in La-La land.”

Just then, Anna walked past.

She slammed her shoulder into Julie and gave me a filthy look that said there was hell to pay in my not-so-distant future.

I knew I should have never let her maul me in her living room. Little Mikey had warned me with his flicking tail and judgy eyes that said, ‘You’re in trouble now, shithead.’

Trouble indeed.

Ignoring Anna’s terrible temper, I pulled over a chair and sat down opposite Carter. I opened the file and pretended to read over his notes, but my eyes slid up his thick thighs and lingered on his hands in his lap.

His knuckles were busted up.

“You want to fuck me, Doctor? Fight me!”

My balls tingled and I was hyperaware of my genitals, which was ridiculous. I’d already jerked off twice in my office that morning because I knew he was down the hall, drugged out of his mind and unable to fight back if I decided to have him.

But I wanted him to want me.

It was more than an urge at this point.

It was a burning obsession.

“How are you today, Carter?” I shifted, still feeling him inside me.

He kept staring unseeingly out the window, and I wondered if a single thought passed through his head.

Waving a hand in front of his face, I studied his dark circles, vacant eyes, mussed-up hair, and chapped lips.

Carter looked like someone who had been hollowed out from the inside, and I couldn’t help feeling proud of the work I’d done. He didn’t need to speak to tell me I owned him.

I leaned closer. “I did this to you, Carter.”

Nothing. Not a flicker of recognition. A patient walked past with a male nurse.

I cleared my throat and scribbled some bogus notes, keeping one eye on Anna as she bent over a table, pretending to wipe it while flashing me her neon pink thong.

Christ.

Ankle bracelets and fire engine red lipstick and heels, and now neon pink thongs. I jerked at my tie; the thing was too damn tight.

In a quiet voice, I said, “I can keep you locked inside yourself forever, Carter.”

A car pulled up in the parking lot as I gazed out the tall window. Rays of sun threatened to break through the clouds, but God allowed no light or beauty in this place, only misery.

Hips swaying as she passed, Anna caught my eye again. She brushed her fingers over my shoulder, and I got up from the seat like a leashed pet before following her into the hallway. It wasn’t like I had a choice.

To my surprise, we didn’t enter my office.

Anna grabbed my striped tie and steered me left toward Carter’s room. She shoved me inside and wedged the chair beneath the handle to stop anyone from entering. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Doctor.”

The next thing I knew, she slapped me hard across the face, shoved me back onto the bed, and straddled my lap.

“What the—” I blurted. She was already fastening the leather straps around my wrists.

It happened so fast.

I tried to fight her off, but my efforts were pathetic, to say the least, because I liked it when she slapped my face.

She pulled up her skirt and crawled up my body until her pussy was right there, inches from my mouth. “You’re going to make it up to me, Doctor.”

Then she sat on my face and smothered me with her cunt.

Breathing was impossible as she ground that pink thong against my mouth, rubbing it in until my nose was smashed beneath her.

I couldn’t think. I could barely process anything beyond the heat and the weight of her on me. Anna knew exactly what she was doing.

She moaned loud enough for everyone within a ten-mile radius to hear. The leather straps dug into my wrists as I kicked at the sheets.

Anna slid her panties aside and rode my face, grinding that sensitive pearl over my mouth until her thighs began to quiver.

“You’re fucking your patient, Doctor? That’s naughty.” She moved down and ripped my belt open like she had a vendetta against belts everywhere, before pulling down my fly. “But I like naughty.”

My cock sprang free and she wasted no time sinking down on top of me.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, bouncing on my cock until the bed threatened to collapse. I wasn’t sure if those beds were made to withstand that type of force. Anna was undeterred now that she was on her favorite bouncy castle.

I might have to write her a recommendation letter for companies in search of personnel to safety test their products.

Anna would have been better suited for a job like that than looking after vulnerable patients in an asylum. Because she spent more time riding my cock and waterboarding me with her genitals than she did working.

I wondered whether I needed to bring that up in her annual review.

Her work ethic was questionable.

But it felt good, and I liked that she was equally scary and intriguing.

“You thought you could cheat on me, Doctor?”

Bounce.

Bounce.

“You thought I wouldn’t punish you for it?”

Bounce.

“For an old man, you’re a fuckboy.” She leaned down and licked a path up my cheek. “I don’t like fuckboys.”

Then she was back to bouncing.

“You’re going to come today, baby. I don’t care if I have to ride you until sunset. You’re going to come inside me, and it’s going to dribble down my legs when I force pills down your favorite patient’s throat.”

She leaned down again and sank her teeth into my lip.

Fuck, that hurt.

I grunted, fisting my hands and pulling against the restraints.

Nurse Anna was crazy. Fucking nuts.

She straightened and then leaned back to rest her hands on my thighs.

From this angle, I could see my cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. My balls tingled because it looked like it hurt, but Anna didn’t seem in pain. Quite the opposite. She looked like she was experiencing fevered euphoria.

“Tell me, baby. Did you fuck him in the ass? Is he as tight as me?” She laughed, and it didn’t sound like clucking hens. No, she sounded evil, like the wicked witch of the West.

She smacked me with a wild look in her eyes, her hair almost escaping her ponytail. “Pathetic slut.”

My balls drew up tight, cock throbbing and painfully engorged.

Damn . . .

“You like that, huh?” She changed the angle, and this new pressure point had my toes curling.

“You’re going to be a good boy and come inside me, baby. Pump me full of cum.” She licked her lips, working me deep and slow. “You’re almost there. I can see it.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, as heat spread between my legs. The look in Anna’s eyes wasn’t helping. Some evil demon from hell had possessed her, and now she wanted to suck my soul from my body. Fuck, her tight cunt felt good, and it was even better because my ass was sore from Carter’s cock.

“Right there, huh? Like that?” She leaned down and flicked her tongue over my lips. “Such a good doctor. Give me your cum.”

An orgasm washed over me then and tightened every muscle in my body. My fists unfurled, and my fingers flared wide. Anna rode me harder, praising and degrading me all at once, milking the cum out of me with her magical pussy.

“Fuck, yes, I’m coming, baby.”

Someone knocked on the door, but Anna didn’t so much as falter. She kept taking me deep, even when I was done coming, my cock slowly deflating.

That was it, folks. The bouncy ride was done for the day.

Come back tomorrow and bring your friends, just leave Little Mikey at home.

I couldn’t take his judgy eyes, not now, not while I was strapped to the bed like one of Wellard’s patients, my nose freshly squashed by the wet pussy of Mikey’s owner.

My mother would have suffered a conniption.

“You know, baby,” she whispered, running the tip of her nose up the bridge of mine. “While you’re at home, watching porn alone, it’s me who sees to your favorite patient. If you upset me again, I might miscalculate his dosage.”

My breath caught, and I grew cold all over. Suddenly, the straps around my wrists didn’t feel so good.

She smiled. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

A peck on my lips. “So don’t piss me off again, baby.”

A small smile played on her lips as she undid the straps. The moment I was free, I flipped us over, secured her wrists over her head, and grabbed her by the throat.

Gasping, she bucked and squirmed beneath me.

“Don’t threaten me, Anna. It won’t end well for you.”

Oh, I felt powerful again.

So powerful.

She struggled in my hold, gasping these small, incredibly sexy breaths.

My fingers around her slender throat twitched from the high.

“You look so pretty when you’re scared,” I whispered, tightening my grip even further to prove my point.

A groan rumbled in my chest as I cracked my neck.

Fuck . . .

It was like I’d been juiced up.

“You strut around flaunting yourself in your slutty little outfits. But seeing you now, so scared, it makes me hard.” I chuckled as her struggle grew weaker. “One day, I’ll fuck you like this while you’re fighting me.”

She tried to speak, so I loosened my grip, letting her draw in a few precious breaths.

“Would you hurt me? I might be pregnant with your baby.” She lifted her head off the pillow. The twisted smile curving her mouth made her look even more evil and tempting. “I’m not on birth control.”

I tightened my grip on her bruised throat again. She moaned, squirming like an animal in heat.

“Whore,” I snarled, rock-hard and aching from whatever twisted game she was playing.

I liked it.

But I hated it.

She was sick.

So was I.

“Like I said—” I cut off her air supply completely. “Don’t threaten me.”

And then I pushed off her and left the room.

Anna laughed, her toned legs tangled in the sheets, her skirt still around her waist and exposing her neon pink thong.

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