Page 6 of Ravage (The Wellard Asylum #6)

P icking the lock on Sloane’s door let off the sweet taste of deja vu.

The many nights that I would check in on Bailey float through my head like a movie.

The door swings open softly, not a squeak to be heard, and the hallway light illuminates Sloane’s sleeping form in bed.

She’s sprawled out in the middle of the bed on her back, one leg under the covers and the other one not.

The frilly duvet is twisted up alongside her with one arm flung over the top of it.

Her sleep shirt has slid up her body, revealing her plain black panties that hug her hips along with the apex of her thighs not hidden by the blanket.

The state of her disorganized, half-unpacked room makes my eye twitch.

The boxes that are stacked against the wall have my fingers itching to break them down and take them to recycling myself.

I make a mental note to let Sloane know to take them out immediately.

The soft moonlight drifting through the window illuminates her angelic face.

Her long wavy hair is spread around her pillow, calling to me like a beacon.

My steps are silent as they take me towards her bed, my fingers drifting down and into her hair on their own accord.

The silky strands flit through my fingers effortlessly, while the scent of her strawberry shampoo wafts into my nose.

The juicy sweet scent sends tingles down my spine and straight to my cock, which now presses against my scrub bottoms. It was not on my to-do list to jack off before work, but the current state of my cock says otherwise.

A slow smile drifts across my lips as I continue to admire Sloane’s perfect sleeping form.

My fingers brush down her soft skin, tracing across her collarbone and towards the valley of her breasts that are hidden behind her shirt.

Her chest moves slowly with her breathing, not even noticing me adventuring down her comatose body.

The edge of her panties is silky against my fingertips as they move across her hipbone, dipping lower with each movement.

The bare skin of her pussy meets my touch, eliciting a groan out of me.

My eyes swoop down to her, checking to see if the soft sound had woken her, but she’s still out cold.

Reaching even lower, the tip of my middle finger pushes slowly through her lips in search of her clit.

Watching her face for any sign of movement, my finger swirls around her clit, causing her breath to hitch slightly.

Continuing my mistrusions on her pussy has me in utter amazement at how deep this girl sleeps.

Wetness starts to coat my finger, and drool pools on my tongue with the dying need to taste her.

My other hand reaches down, tugging my cock out of my scrub bottoms, the tip covered in precum that glistens in the low light of the room.

The sight makes me imagine just how beautiful her wet pussy would look in the moonlight.

My fist wraps around my engorged cock, tugging on it at the same speed my finger circles her clit.

Sloane’s lips part on a soft moan, and her hips buck against me slightly, spurring me on.

In a moment of lust-filled madness I switch my hand around so my thumb is against her clit and my middle finger is entering her pussy slowly, her juices aiding the movements.

Her face scrunches up tight, hips bucking against me, forcing my finger deeper into her.

The chaotic movements of her sleeping form seeking out my touch have my orgasm racing up my spine so fast my vision blurs.

Somehow I still manage to see the look on her slumbering face as she comes against my fingers, whimpering as she rides the waves of ecstasy.

My come is splattered against my hand, drops of it landing on her floral duvet.

My chest heaves out my breaths as I watch her settle back into a deep sleep before I slowly slide my hand out of her panties.

Holding my fingers up to the moonlight, they glisten like crystals.

I bring them to my face, smelling her sweet and musky scent before parting my lips to taste her.

Once her wetness hits my tongue, it’s game over; my taste buds explode with the sweetest taste I've ever had, and it takes everything in me not to fuck her right there and then.

“You really are my Sweet Obsession after all.” I whisper out into the open room.

After licking my fingers clean, I bring my other come-covered hand up to her mouth, smearing my come all over her soft lips.

Watching in awe, I see her tongue slip out, licking up my come from her lips before retreating back into her mouth.

Silently I put my worn-out cock back into my pants and walk over to a box in the corner that is overflowing with clothes.

I sift through them until I find a flowy light blue top that I know she will look perfect in, and I clutch it in my hand as I walk towards her bathroom, the glow of the nightlight illuminating the space.

Tucking the shirt under my arm, then pulling a small pad of sticky notes and a pen out of my pocket to scribble “You would look beautiful in blue.” Not even bothering to sign my name at the bottom before sticking it right in the middle of her bathroom mirror and hanging the shirt up on a stray hanger on the towel rack.

Stepping back into her bedroom, I make a pit stop to just stare at Sloane slumbering away like nothing even happened.

I back out of her bedroom slowly, closing the door behind me, and move through the apartment to the front door where my car keys hang.

I swipe them off the hook, giving the apartment one last look before I head out to work.

“You can’t do this!” The frail woman screams at me while my co-worker, Timothy, does his best to restrain her arms to the bed.

Her thin hips bucking up into me as I use my body to keep her in place in the uncomfortable bed.

“Stop!” She screeches right into my ear, which has my teeth grinding together.

“Will you hurry the fuck up already?” I grind out towards Timothy’s fumbling form, who has just now managed to secure the first wrist cuff.

“Well, if you’d do better at calming her down, then it wouldn’t be this difficult!” His face turns beet red as he hustles over the ankle closest to him, pulling and tugging on it to get it where it needs to be.

“No, no, no!” The woman's screeching gets higher in pitch with each word, which has me vibrating in anger.

Leaning up, I straddle her waist, laying one arm over her neck to hold her down while I use the other one to grab her flailing hand and slam it against the bed.

Her eyes bug out of her head while the pressure of my arm increases on her windpipe.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and stop moving for us?

” I snarl in her face, causing her to whimper and a tear to fall from the corner of her eye.

“That’s it, cry for me. Tears make me hard, baby.

” I say while grinding my pelvis into her stomach, and between my words and movements, it has the desired effects.

Her struggling immediately ceases, and her body falls limp beneath me.

I ease up the pressure against her neck, and she pulls in a deep breath that ends in a sob.

“Don’t worry, everything will be okay; the doctor will make you good as new again.

” I assure her gently as Timothy fastens the last strap around her wrist. I lean up and pat her cheek with my hand before ambling off of her now shaking body.

“Please…” The girl whimpers out, eyes pleading for me to help her.

“That word does nothing for me.” I tell her with a straight face because it truly doesn’t make me feel anything. Even when Bailey was screaming please it didn’t compel me to stop. I shrug my shoulder, motioning for Timothy to follow me as I walk out of her room and into the hallway.

“Is she finally ready?” Dr. Halstead mutters in the same annoyed tone that his face expresses.

“Yep, sure is. I even wore her out a little for you too.” I give him a smirk, patting him on the back, which earns me a dirty look.

“Good, I don’t have the patience for her screeching today.” His eyes roll into his sunken face before he nods at me and disappears into the woman’s room; her sobs grow louder at his presence. A smile graces his lips as he closes the door behind him, drowning out the girls crying pleas.

“Alright, Timothy, who’s next on the list?” He looks up at me blankly for a moment before fumbling to grab his notebook from his pocket. Timothy is a new hire who I am sure won’t last here long. He’s too soft to be in a place like this; I truly have no idea how he even got hired on here.

“Uh, room fif-fifty th-three.” He mutters out while he reads down the page. “Doc says she needs Hysteria Treatment ?” He looks up at me with a confused face as he rereads his notes again. “What is that?” He asks, his voice mirroring his face.

“That, my friend, is my favorite part of my job.” I pat his shoulder while scooting past him and down the hall towards door fifty-three.

A small cart is waiting outside of the door, which I know houses all of the tools I need for this patient’s treatment.

I punch in the code for the door, and it swings up with a loud creak.

“Wheel this cart in for me?” I motion towards the cart and then for Timothy to follow me, the little wheels on the cart squeaking as we move.

My eyes sweep around the small room in search of the patient, who happens to be huddled up in the corner trying, and failing, to make herself look smaller.

“Oh Nikki, come out, come out wherever you are.” I sing out into the silent room, pretending I have no idea where she is, until a small whimper comes from the corner.

“There you are! Wow, I for sure thought we lost you for a minute.” I say with a chuckle in my voice and a smile on my face, “How about you be a good little patient and get into bed for me, yeah?” I wave my hand over to the bed in hopes she won’t follow my orders, because what’s the fun in that?

To my not-so-total surprise, Nichole shakes her head no at my request. “Nikki, come on, can’t we just do this the easy way for once?

” I heave out a dramatic sigh, slumping my shoulders in pretend defeat while her head continues to shake like an obnoxious bobblehead.

“Okay, have it your way then.” I say with a shrug before walking closer to her.

Thankfully she doesn’t try to run when I reach out and grab her shoulders, dragging her towards the bed before tossing her on top.

Before she bounces off the other side, I’ve managed to restrain one wrist already.

She stares at me in shock and hatred as I methodically restrain the rest of her limbs.

Deep down inside I know Nichole secretly likes her monthly hysteria treatments.

“All set. Now, was that really so hard?” I let out a chuckle while staring down at her restrained form, stretched out across the bed like a sacrificial lamb.

The room is silent as I walk over to the cart and pull off a few things I need and walk back to the bed, setting them down between her spread legs.

Pushing her gown up her stomach, I reveal her bare pussy and smile at the fact that the morning orderlies actually did their jobs today, leaving me a smooth canvas to fuck up.

I swipe up the large vibrator from the bed, positioning the top part over her clit, and forcing the larger tip into her dry pussy.

She whimpers out at the intrusion, wiggling her hips to adjust to the larger size.

Once I’m satisfied with the placement of the vibrator, I grab the bondage tape and wrap it around her body, securing it into place.

“Perfect! Okay, little Nikki, you know how this works. I’m going to turn this on, and I’ll be back in a few hours.

” I lean down closer to her face, using my hand to squeeze her cheeks together before continuing on, “If you’re a good girl and soak those sheets with your come by the time I get back, then we can stop; otherwise…

” I drift off, letting go of her face to stare down at her before turning towards the door to leave, motioning for a shell-shocked Timothy to grab the cart and follow after me.

I stop at the edge of the door, looking back at her over my shoulder, “And Nichole? If you piss on those sheets instead, then that’s all you’ll be drinking for the next month.

Just think about that for a moment; drinking your own piss all day every day for a whole month until your next treatment.

Sounds disgusting, right? Be good now, you hear?

” A laugh escapes my lips as I give her a wink and let the door close behind me with a loud thump.