Page 5 of Lonely (Wellard Asylum #4)

D ays later, my bottom was still sore.

When they finally dropped Carter into my chair, he was drugged to the nines. I took in the sight of him and his ruffled hair and creased clothing. Anna wrung her hands.

Her shoulder-length hair was down that day, the blonde ends sculpted into retro curls that stopped just shy of her jaw. She looked like a pinup girl with that hairstyle and those bright red lips.

“He was reluctant to come see you today, Doctor. We had to subdue him.”

I lifted a brow in response. Anna flushed pink and worried that plump, blood-red lip with her teeth.

The urge to strike her flared up, but I had to refrain unless I wanted trouble at work.

Still, the thought was . . . stimulating.

Anna would have looked so pretty with my handprint on her cheek, especially if she cried and tried to run like a frightened little rabbit.

“It’s fine,” I said instead and felt a stirring below when she lifted her uncertain gaze to mine.

She took her leave, and I stepped behind Carter, watching him struggle to lift his head. I liked him pliant.

A gruff sound slipped out of him when I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back.

“How are we today, Carter? Did you miss me?”

His heavy eyes fought to focus on mine as I drank in the sight of him—his growing scruff, those sinful lips.

I bent down, crushed my mouth to his, and bit his bottom lip hard when he started to resist. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth, and I groaned at the pleasure of having him like this. All mine.

It was a shame I couldn’t take him home and bathe him.

After shoving him away, I secured the leather straps around his wrists and then pulled them as tight as I could. When I squatted down, Carter tried to kick me.

There was no real power behind his blows. He was weak and uncoordinated.

Grabbing his ankles, I fastened the straps around them.

“You shouldn’t be so ungrateful, Carter.” I stood and ran my fingers through his hair. “You’re lucky to be my favorite patient.”

He started to shout, so I pressed my hand over his mouth, shushing him until he went quiet.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

His eyes met mine, clearer than before, and he sank his teeth into my palm.

A sharp burst of pain flared through my skin, and I gasped as blood rushed to my cock. I reveled in the fire staring back at me.

“There you are, Carter.”

I pulled my hand away and smeared blood across his cheeks and chin, admiring the mess.

He glared up at me, suspicious, while I retrieved my camera from the top drawer.

With my sore ass perched on the desk, I lifted the camera to my face.

Photos spat out, scattering across his lap and down by his feet.

My trapped cock ached as I snapped more shots of my favorite patient. He stayed stoic, glowering the entire time, his lips pressed tight.

When I lowered the camera and told him to smile, he flared his nostrils in silent rebellion.

I chuckled and straightened as I slid the latest photograph free. He turned away, and his jaw flexed while I wafted his image in the air.

“Do you know why I take your photograph, Carter?”

There was that tic again. His whole body was tight with fury. Coiled. Unyielding.

A young stallion.

“I want to freeze your perfection in time.”

He snapped his head toward me as I sank to my knees.

“I don’t think you realize how good I can be to you if you let me.” I reached for his waistband and lowered it slowly, watching every flicker of emotion as his cock sprang free, half-hard.

His expression darkened when I took another photo. The whirring was loud in the room. I slid the Polaroid free and blew on it.

“You need to talk to me sooner or later, Carter.”

He stayed silent. Always silent.

Placing the camera on the floor, I dragged my hands up his thighs. “Use that voice, Carter. Tell me to stop.”

Part of me wanted to hear that raspy voice again. A bigger part hoped he stayed quiet.

His body jerked, wrists straining against the leather as I closed my hand around his dick. He swelled in my grip, growing thick and hard.

“I knew as soon as I saw you that you would have a magnificent cock, Carter, and I wasn’t wrong.”

Those defiant eyes, the color of storm-tossed woods, locked on me as I stroked him, veins bulging in his arms with every sharp breath.

I took it all in. Memorized every rise and fall of his chest. The wild pulse in his throat. The twitching in his thighs. The war between pleasure and pride. He wanted to tell me to go fuck myself, but he wanted to come more.

I loved the power I held over him now. Loved the moment he gave in to his shudder.

His hips started to move, feeding my hand more of his cock. He was glorious like this, as he gave himself to me while chasing his climax.

I could have been anyone right then. My hand was nothing more than a tool for his pleasure as he fucked it with abandon, breathy grunts filling my office.

Before he could finish, I stood to retrieve the camera and started snapping again while he caught his breath.

His cock wept as he dropped his head back in defeat. He craved release more than anything. More than his next meal.

He was such a basic creature. Whatever was in front of him, that’s what he wanted most.

Starve him, and he’d crawl on his knees for scraps. Jerk his dick, and he’d suck yours for the promise of a climax.

And with that thought, I set the camera on the desk and unbuckled my belt.

Carter zeroed in on me, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face.

Had he ever sucked cock before? I doubted it. The thought made me harder than the slow-burning urge to hurt him. Harder than the fantasy of cradling his severed head against my chest, cherishing him forever.

Heat surged in my gut as I tore my pants and briefs down just far enough.

My hand wrapped around my cock, and I pumped with a need that bordered on pain.

Screw my mother and her punishment. I liked the way the cold air licked my sore ass.

I liked the way Carter’s expression flickered with uncertainty.

I stepped closer and guided myself to his sinful mouth. Lips I’d spent nights obsessing over. Lips I needed to feel wrapped around me.

“I could be good to you, if you were good to me,” I promised, as my engorged crown bumped his lips.

But Carter turned his head and locked eyes on the gold-framed painting of Wellard.

Voices drifted through the walls. A patient was being unruly, by the sound of it.

Their shouting echoed down the hallway as they dragged him to the basement for shock treatment and a stint in solitary.

I trailed my fingers through Carter’s hair, stroking the bulging purple veins on my cock.

“Why are you so perfect, Carter? I can’t help myself around you.”

There was that tic in his scruffy jaw again. I loved his defiance. Loved how it made me want to win him over even more.

“Mother seems to think the Devil lives in the nurse. But she’s wrong.” I pleasured myself with long, slow pulls. “The Devil is in you.”

Grabbing his jaw in a bruising grip, I forced those forest-colored eyes on me.

“You’re an enemy of the Lord. So why do I want to burn in your flames?”

He spat on me, jerking his chin free, then took me in his mouth. Surprised, I nearly choked on my own spit.

He sucked hard and fast, bobbing over my length as I gripped his shoulders to keep my knees from buckling beneath me.

Carter growled around my cock and sucked harder. Harder than Mother’s new vacuum cleaner. The one she bought in the Black Friday sale.

He spat me out just as fast.

“Come, you motherfucker,” he snarled, then swallowed me back down.

Three desperate thrusts later, I came so hard I had to grab the backrest to stay upright.

My balls drew up tight, and I spilled into his mouth.

An embarrassing sound escaped me, half grunt, half yelp.

Moments passed.

My softening cock rested in the heat of his mouth, but I was too weak to move. Too breathless to speak.

I stumbled back against the desk and then dragged my pants up with shaking hands.

The air felt colder now, like he’d taken something from me I didn’t even fucking know I had.

The devil didn’t need horns. Just patience. And a wicked mouth like his.

As I buckled my belt, I watched him breathe through his nose, rough and fast.

His hard cock demanded attention as it stood at full mast.

When I straightened, he tipped his chin as if to say, My turn.

The shift in power hit me like a slap. I wasn’t ready. Carter wasn’t a man. He was the devil, and I’d just handed him my soul.

“You want to abuse young men, Doctor? Is that what gets you off?” His voice cut like a blade. “Don’t chicken out now. Suck my cock.”

A cold sweat broke across my back. My tongue slid over my bottom lip as I stared at him . . . at that veiny dick, those round, swollen balls.

God, I loved his balls. They looked so full.

As if he could read my filthy mind, he drawled in that deep, husky voice, “What do you like about me, Doctor?”

“Your youth,” I answered, without hesitation. “You’re so strong.”

He hummed, smiling like a predator.

A slightly unhinged smile.

The smile of a man who was trapped and had nothing left to lose.

“What’s stopping you, Doctor? You didn’t hesitate before.”

“God is watching.”

“God is always watching.” His voice washed over me like a forbidden prayer. “You seem to like my balls, Doctor. You keep staring at them.”

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “You’re the Devil.”

The back of my hand cracked across his face, whipping his head to the side.

“Be gone, Devil!” I shouted.

Fleeing the room, I slammed the door behind me.

The Devil wore Carter’s skin too well. And God help me, I craved damnation.

Anna rushed to my side, fussing over me with soft hands and red lips. “Oh, Doctor, maybe you should sit down. You look awfully pale.”

She tried to sidestep me to open the office door, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her against me.

A yelp slipped from her lips, her small breasts pressing into my chest. She looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

“Doctor?” she asked, her voice breathier than usual.

Frazzled, I stepped back and smoothed down my tie. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? Can I get you anything?”

I shouldn’t look at her shins, or the ankle bracelet.

My devious gaze rose to her breasts. Mother was right. She was a dangerous temptation.

“Get back to work.”

Before she could say another word, I escaped back into my office and slammed the door in her face as she started to speak.

Carter tried to look at me over his shoulder.

The air between us was charged with something sharp and uneasy.

His burning green eyes pierced me as I circled him, noting the red blooming on his cheek.

I wanted to cup his chin. But he pulled away, denying me the feel of his scratchy scruff beneath my fingers.

His silence was louder now. Louder than Mother’s ever was.

His soft cock rested between his thighs, nestled atop those full, round balls.

He wouldn’t let me touch him.

I knew he wouldn’t. Not now.

This time, he would use his words.

This time, he would tell me to go to Hell.