Page 13 of Lonely (Wellard Asylum #4)

W hen I returned to the office, I almost did a U-turn and walked back the way I came. What was worse? Anna’s angler fish of a pussy or the stench of my mother’s lavender perfume.

It was a tie.

At least Anna made me come. Mother made me want to feed her to the crows outside.

After she spanked my butt, of course.

“Mother,” I said, closing the door to my office. She looked over at me from the window with her chin tipped and her nose in the air.

“Have you gone to confession this week?” she asked.

I was sick and tired of her bullshit.

I glanced at the crucifix on the wall. The chair where Anna had ridden me. The desk where Carter had overpowered me and buried himself in my ass.

“Not yet,” I admitted.

Mother sniffed the air.

“And the girl? Is she still lurking around?”

I reached for my scarf and coat. “You mean to ask if I stuck my dick in her? Yes, I did. Right there on the chair.”

Mother looked at it like it would give her herpes just by standing near it.

“Turns out she likes to ride cock, Mother.”

Crossing the room with that look in her eye that promised a good beating, she came for me. But instead of smacking me with her handbag like I expected, she spat in my face. Then she tipped her pointy chin and walked out. “I’m cooking lasagna tonight.”

The drive home was silent, like always. Mother pretended I didn’t exist.

Dinner was quiet, too. My cutlery clanked on the plate. Mother ate, unaware that she was consuming minced-up pieces of Andersen’s spleen and parts of thigh muscle because I had wanted to fuck with her.

She dipped the garlic bread in the sauce and took a bite. My lips curved as I watched her chew. A piece of mince hung onto the corner of her mouth.

“Eat up,” she said, darting her tongue out to lick it up.

“I hate you.”

She shoveled more lasagna into her mouth. “Enough with the theatrics.”

“I’m going to marry the girl. Fuck her every day in every room. And she’ll be pregnant with my kid every time you come over. You’ll have to sit here and eat her food, knowing I screwed her on the table before you showed up.”

Mother pretended I didn’t exist, so I rose and swiped my plate off the table. “God made sex pleasurable, Mother.”

She scoffed. “Sure, with respectable God-fearing women. Not whores.”

“Funny you say that,” I mused.

Minced bits of Andersen squelched beneath my bare feet as I rounded the table.

“I never knew my father.”

When I was next to her, I placed one hand on her backrest and the other on the table, and got in her face.

“Who’s the real whore? What was it Jesus said, Mother? Matthew 7:3-5. Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?”

Mother shot up and smacked me hard across the cheek. I just smiled. “That slut is a bad influence on you.”

“Are you worried I’ll like her more than you, Mother? Worried I’ll choose her tight cunt over your tasteless lasagna?”

She held her hand out. Her fingers trembled. “Give it to me.”

With slow movements, I held her gaze as I unbuckled and slid my belt through the loops. Mother could whip me all she wanted. There was no redemption for me. I was already destined for Hell.

I ripped open my fly and shoved my pants down. Mother’s nostrils flared and then she dropped her eyes to my cock.

She had always looked at me.

And had always suffered her own vices.

Smirking, I turned around and bent over the table. “Make it hurt, Mother dearest.”

“Oh, trust me, you ungrateful little shit. I’ll whip thoughts of that whore out of your head.”

I chuckled. “What can I say, Mother? I’m a sinner.”

Whack!

Pain spread like fire.

Mother didn’t disappoint. She whipped me until I was bleeding and couldn’t feel my ass anymore.

Until her demons were done with their fun and the heartbeat between her thighs had settled.

Days later, I still winced every time I sat down, but the pain was worth watching Mother snap. I might fuck Anna just to spite her.

“Hold her down,” I ordered Nurse Julie and Nurse Claire, the lady with the purple hair and the ear stud. I almost shook my head as I snapped the plastic gloves into place and reached for the lube on the wheelie cart.

Our newest patient was bent over the bed and snapping her teeth at me like a rabid dog. After her initial psychological assessment, her file was one of the thickest I’d had placed on my desk during my time here, and it made for boring reading.

She had the kind of round butt that begged for attention; I had to admit.

Sinking two fingers inside her, I noted the rainy weather outside. The weatherman had promised a storm.

“No contraband in the vagina,” I murmured before withdrawing my digits and shoving them inside her tight rim.

A manic look entered her eyes. Her chapped lips parted on a scream, but I was so used to these patients that nothing fazed me anymore. Not even hysterical ones who objected to being strip-searched for their own safety.

“All clear,” I said after a bit of probing that had me swelling below the belt, to my annoyance.

A tight ass like that would draw a lot of attention in a monstrous place like this.

Delicate little bodies didn’t last long here. She’d learn.

When night fell, the wolves would start circling.

I withdrew my fingers and stripped off the shit-stained gloves.

“I’ve made a note of the medication. Get her washed.”

On my way out, I tossed the gloves in the trash can and removed my glasses to pinch the bridge of my nose.

As I placed them back on, I sighed tiredly. It had been weeks since I’d had a decent night’s sleep. Sleeping pills were no longer sufficient. The time had come for something stronger.

I paused outside Carter’s room, looking around before stepping inside and closing the door behind me. The air smelled of him despite the open window.

I shut it to silence the cawing crows outside.

Besides, it was too cold to have the windows open at this time of year.

Rain pattered softly on the glass as I looked around his room.

His bed was made and I glided my hand over the sheet before reaching for his pillow and pressing it to my nose.

Breathing him in, I groaned.

I’d missed his smell and the fire in his eyes when he glowered at me.

Carter was special.

Carter was so very, very special.

After placing the pillow back down, I decided it was time to lower his dosage again. I needed him to be more lucid, or I’d never be able to feel the fire he stirred in me across the circle at group therapy or the blood pumping to my dick when he glared at me in my office.

I had proved my point.

I had proved I could lock him inside himself and make him disappear, and now it was his turn to prove to me that he wanted to stay and fight.

But when I returned to my office, a different sight greeted me.

Anna was draped over my desk on her back, in nothing but her tall heels and my striped tie from the other day.

When the hell had she removed it from around my neck?

“Hi, Doctor,” she purred, arching her back like a stretching cat and squeezing her small breasts. “I need you to fuck me like you hate me, baby.”

“Do you ever work?” I asked, locking the door. The last thing I needed was another colleague walking in on this grotesque scene.

“You didn’t complain when I sucked your cock yesterday or stomped on you with my heel the day before while you jerked your cock like a horny virgin, Doctor. We both know you like me.”

“I can’t shake you,” I muttered, opening the window, hoping the cold wind might encourage her to get dressed.

No such luck, because as I walked closer, her legs fell open.

She bit her lip innocently, but there was nothing innocent about her, and I fell for her trap, turning my body to face her.

She had a pretty cunt, and while it would always intimidate me, at least I didn’t break out in a cold sweat anymore.

“My mother hates you,” I said.

She smiled, twisting her nipples.

“Mommy should watch us fuck. She’d hate me even more if she saw what I do to her boy.”

“Shut up!” I retrieved my camera from the desk drawer and photographed her from every angle, instructing her on how to touch herself, where to pinch, and where to pull.

She had four fingers in her vagina when I finally lowered the camera and removed the Polaroid picture. I blew on it, watching her fuck herself.

“I heard a rumor,” I said, tossing the picture in her face, and she shook it off.

“Rumor?” She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed.

I hummed and took a seat in the creaky desk chair. It was on its last leg now that Anna had fucked me on it countless times like it was one of those chattering teeth toys that would just keep going.

“One of the nurses heard moaning coming from Carter’s room a couple of nights ago.”

Her fingers faltered inside her, but she quickly recovered, chasing that orgasm.

“A woman moaning,” I clarified.

“Oh?”

Oh, indeed.

Slut.

“So,” I said, easing back farther. “I installed hidden cameras.”

She stilled as her eyes went round. I shot up from my chair, hauled her up by the throat, and slammed her back down.

“Couldn’t keep your hands off him?”

She choked, and one of her heels came off in her struggle. “Baby . . .”

I squeezed harder to cut off her piss-poor excuse. She was a whore, just like Mother had said. And just like me, she played games. But Carter . . . He was mine.

She could fuck with me all she wanted, but touching what was mine was a big mistake. And now she would pay.

“I think I want to have you now, after all,” I said, before flipping her over and ripping open my belt and fly.

She shrieked when I took her in one thrust and grabbed the back of her neck to keep her in place.

“You know how this ends, don’t you?” I asked, feeling her tighten around me. “With you, naked on plastic sheeting on my bedroom floor.”

“Kinky,” she moaned, and jutted her ass out, struggling to balance in her one remaining heel. “God, I love you angry.”

“Angry?” I scoffed and then pulled out and slid my dick through her butt crack.

I shoved back inside her cunt, eliciting a squeak. “I’m more than angry . . . Carter is mine.”

“But he felt so good,” she taunted, clamping down on my cock.

This woman loved to piss me off and push buttons that were best left alone.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I fisted her hair and grabbed her hip as I pumped her cunt. I would finally get to hurt her like she had promised.

I would finally get to see her cry and be scared and then finally fucking quiet and still.

“That’s it, you like that, huh?”

“Yes! Fuck! I love that thick cock of yours,” she whimpered, delirious with pleasure. “Come inside me.”

“Mother will cook you in her bolognese next week.”

She was too gone to hear me because her orgasm washed over her, and her cunt spasmed around my cock.

I slammed her into the desk and buried my face in the crook of her neck. My release was so damn powerful I struggled to stay upright.

“Come home with me tonight.” The soft strands of her hair tickled my cheek as I kissed her below her ear. “Stay the night with me.”

She smiled and wiggled her ass. “Wait for me after work.”