Page 9 of Lonely (Wellard Asylum #4)

“ W ait for me after work.”

Rain lashed against the glass, and a crack of lightning streaked across the sky. The lights were on in my office even though it was barely late. I checked my watch. Five p.m. exactly.

I took off my glasses and rubbed my tired eyes before sliding them back on. It had been a long day. An exhausting one. But Carter was never far from my mind.

I pictured him stretched out on his bed, reading that tattered hardcover while thunder rattled the windowpanes. Was he thinking of me?

Did he like it when I touched him?

I remembered the sensation of his silky cock as I looked at my hand. It’d been big and hard and perfect. More perfect than any dick I’d seen.

And I’d held him in my palm while he trembled.

Watched him fall apart for me.

No one else.

Me.

A headache bloomed behind my temples, so I rubbed small circles to ease the pressure.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Anna slipped inside with a sly grin like we were sharing a secret. Maybe we were. Her genitals were well acquainted with my tongue, and that was more than the other nurses could say.

What did she see in me? A young woman like her, who smelled of warm vanilla and sunny meadows. Why would she want a middle-aged, balding man like me?

She spun at the door and jutted her round ass out to reveal her bare bottom as she lifted her skirt to her waist.

“I did the afternoon rounds without panties,” she said. “I felt naughty.”

Women were strange creatures.

I stared at her pale bottom a moment longer, unsure what she wanted me to do. Gawk at her? I was already doing that, but not for the reasons she thought.

I wasn’t overcome with mad lust the way I imagined Mr. Jefferson, the undertaker, would be if a young woman like Anna lifted her skirt and told him she’d done the rounds pantiless.

“Do you like my body, Doctor?” she asked, wiggling her ass.

I didn’t know what to do with her.

Not like Carter. Men were easy. You stroked them. They came.

She turned around and leaned back against the door as she trailed her fingers up the inside of her thigh, her lip caught between her teeth.

The hungry look in her eyes made me break out in a cold sweat.

I tugged at my tie, almost gulping, suddenly unable to breathe. She took my apparent discomfort as encouragement and pushed off the door.

With a seductive sway, she started to dance, and I seriously debated jumping through the window.

How high was the fall?

We were on the third floor.

Just then, a loud crash of thunder caused me to flinch.

Anna’s dress slapped me in the face when she threw it, and I clutched it like a lifeline while she reached behind her to unclip her bra.

Blood-red heels, white garters, and a cream suspender belt.

Scantily dressed, Mother would have called it.

Gyrating her hips, she squeezed her small breasts and moaned.

“Oh, Doctor,” she whispered, licking her lips like a serpent.

I gripped the armrests as she walked over and straddled my lap. Her tits were in my face, her pointy nipples rubbing over my mouth as she giggled.

With quick movements, she unbuckled my belt and freed my cock. It was surprisingly hard, considering how much she made me sweat with anxiety.

“You promised I would get to hurt you.” My breathy voice sounded strained as she spun around on my lap and sank down on my length.

A moan rose from her throat as her velvet heat wrapped around me like a glove.

She leaned back into my chest and circled her soft hand around the nape of my neck.

“Soon, Doctor. Let me be a bad girl first.”

Reaching for my hand, she guided it to her breast. “Touch me, baby. Make it hurt.”

Strands of her hair tickled my face as she rode me backward. I spat them out, tasting hairspray on my tongue while pulling and tugging at her nipples. My cock popped out and ran for freedom like a terrified prisoner before she sucked it right back inside her Black Friday sale vacuum cunt.

“Fuck,” I grunted.

The chair creaked rhythmically now that she was picking up pace and bouncing on me like it was a sport.

“Touch me here,” she said in a breathy voice, guiding my fingers to the swollen nub between her legs.

We rubbed her in slow circles together.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Oh, fuck, you’re so good.”

When she squealed, I gulped hard and dragged my gaze to the crucifix on the wall.

“You disgusting boy,” Mother’s voice whispered from somewhere, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

My cock grew harder as I thought of Mother spanking me with my belt buckle for letting this promiscuous woman use my body.

Chris O’Connor never turned down girls riding him.

I saw them sometimes. Sarah Jenners, the daughter of one of the worship leaders, rode Chris more than once.

She was almost as enthusiastic as Nurse Anna, but Chris was always impatient and would hold her hips and drill into her from beneath.

Sarah had to grab the headboard when he did that.

I remembered crouching at my window, watching through my binoculars. Sometimes, I could see his balls smack against her bottom.

But then Tessa Miller walked in on them one day, and I never saw Sarah ride Chris again. Her family moved away, and Chris went back to fucking Tessa against the window.

“Filthy, filthy, filthy, little shit.”

Smack!

I grunted and grabbed hold of Anna’s bony hips, digging my fingers into her skin.

My cock throbbed as I lifted her up and did what Chris had done.

I drilled for gold in Anna’s cunt, because that’s what popular boys like Chris did to women. They made them bounce and squeal and scream.

Anna liked it. My heavy cock slid in and out of her like we were on a water slide at a theme park. The slick sounds were gross but arousing, and I wondered what Mother would have said if she’d seen how wet I made Anna. How much she liked my cock. How her cunt strangled it.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “I’m coming. Oh, God!”

I pumped my hips harder, my glasses askew and threatening to fall, but I didn’t want to disappoint Anna. I’d never been good at school sports, but I could do this. I could be good at something.

She quivered and quaked, sweaty and satisfied. Then she climbed off and stared at my cock for a moment, digging her eyebrows in. “Why didn’t you come again?”

I didn’t know what to say. Thunder rumbled in the distance while the trees whipped in a sudden gust of wind. My skin smelled of fornication—warm vanilla, a hot, wet cunt, and sunny meadows—and my mouth tasted like hairspray.

But I felt ten feet small when she looked at me like she was now.

Her eyes softened before she sat on my lap and adjusted my glasses. “You can tell me what you like, baby. I won’t judge.” A playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Is it kinky?” Her hand slipped down to my cock, and she nipped at my lip with her teeth, whispering, “I like kinky.”

I enjoyed her touch and her smell and the twinkle in her eyes. I liked how she shoved her tongue in my mouth and smeared her red lipstick on me. “Tell me what gets you off,” she coaxed, stroking my length.

I cleared my throat, uncertain. And then I dipped my chin and said, “I like to be spanked with my belt.”

“Would that make you come for me, Doctor?”

My heart was pounding as hard as the thunder rattled the window. I nodded.

Climbing off, she held out her palm. “Hand me your belt.”

I did as she said. My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the buckle.

She slid the leather across her palm and then nodded toward the desk. “Bend over.”

I almost scrambled to obey, shoving my pants to my knees and palming my cock. With my stubbly cheek squished against the cold wood, I watched lightning zigzag across the sky.

“Humiliate me,” I whispered, barely audible. “Tell me you’re my Mommy.”

Need pulsed under my skin as the words left my mouth. Heat flushed my cheeks now that I’d admitted to these illicit desires.

She palmed my hairy ass and dragged her sharp nails over the skin, between my cheeks, and over my tight exit.

I sucked in a breath as she scraped me and poked her finger inside. The sudden sting felt so damn good, I gave my cock a hard tug.

“I never took you for such a dirty slut, Doctor,” she said, sinking her finger deeper as she teetered on her tall heels behind me. “You’re a pathetic, scared little boy, aren’t you?” Her finger disappeared, and a second passed before the leather lashed across my ass.

The sting was immediate.

A long, guttural groan rumbled from my throat as I stroked myself.

She whipped me again, and I pressed my forehead to the wood, jerking myself faster and harder.

This was torture. I was so hot for her.

“You’re not a man, are you? You’re a boy with mommy issues.” Another hard smack across my burning skin. “Luckily for you, no other woman here can play your Mommy better than me.” She removed her shoe and hit my ass with the heel. I cursed, gritting my teeth.

That hurt.

She spat on my back hole before I felt the tip of her heel press against me, hard and sharp. I held still, barely daring to breathe as she inched it inside.

She cooed near my ear, leaning over me and scraping her sharp nails over my balls. “You like Mommy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, almost panting.

“Jerk yourself faster for me.” She straightened and whacked the backs of my thighs.

Then she gave the shoe a light tap. “You look so pretty with my heel in your ass, Doctor. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you come with it inside you.

But if you’re a bad boy”—she dragged her nails up my leg and over my ass cheek—“Mommy will have no choice but to whip your balls black and blue.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, my knees trembling. “Hurt me. Please.”

Her laughter chimed like bells, but then she whipped my balls. I cried out, hissing a sharp breath through my teeth.

A climax hit me then, and I came harder than ever before, stroking my cock as it squirted cum on the floor. Anna put her shoe back on and inspected her nails while I tried to catch my breath.

What is she doing to me?

“She’s a witch,” Mother whispered. “A Devil worshipper.”

“You made a mess,” Anna chided.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she collected her dress and slid it back on.

“Lick it clean.”

When I didn’t immediately reply, she screamed, “Now!” like a banshee.

I almost smacked my head against the floor in my hurry to drop to my hands and knees and glide my tongue through the cum until it was all gone.

There was nothing like being treated like a dirty floor toy to make my cock twitch.

Textbook case of masochistic fixation.

Blood-red heels appeared in my vision. Anna set her shoe on my head to keep me down and dug the heel into my temple.

“I knew you were kinky, Doctor, but this is a pleasant surprise.” She sighed. “I’m going to keep you. And if you try to run away, baby . . .”

The heel pressed into my cheek as she smiled and shifted her foot. “I’ll have no choice but to kill you. After I fuck you silly, of course.”

My cock grew hard again, and a huff of breath escaped me.

Her heel disappeared. She walked out, leaving me panting on the floor.

She’d promised I’d get to hurt her, but the night had taken another interesting turn.

“Disgusting,” Mother muttered, her lavender scent drifting into my nose.

“Shut up. I have a new mother now.” My eyes grew heavy. “I like her better.”