Page 29 of Enslaved

I raced into the master bath, grabbed a cloth, running it under the cold taps. I pressed it to her brow, her collarbone, and the insides of her wrists.

“It burns,” she moaned after a few minutes.

“Where, my sweet dove?”

“Everywhere. I’m so hot…burning…take my clothes off, please.”

I watched, stunned, as she started rubbing her arms and legs, her breasts, and moving her hips restlessly.

“Make it stop, Christos, please.”

Her eyes were glassy, caught up in her drug-induced need to fuck. I watched her hungrily as she circled her breasts, shredded her own dress, and slid her hand into her throbbing cunt. There was no doubt what drug she was on. Only one could make her act like this; a double hit of Ecstasy. Whoever drugged her probably sprinkled a little sedative in but not enough. Either that or she hurled most of it up before it could fully get into her system. E takes longer to work. I’d bet the E was in her shots and the sedative in her drink. A double punch.

“Make me come. Please.”

There it was. The words I wanted to pry out of her…but not like this. Not with the help of a sexual stimulant. I wanted her to say them because my hands and mouth made her want me, not some illegal pharmaceutical.

“Stop,” I commanded, grabbing her wrists.

Hot tears of agony and need sprung from her eyes. “I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying. Listen to me Jessie,” I cupped her face, stroking her cheek, “your drink was tampered with. I think it was Ecstasy. Fight it.”

“I-I can’t. My blood is hot. Everything is hot and when I touch myself…it feels…so…good.”

“Theos,”I muttered, hot and hard, debating whether she really needed this. Should I do it? Help her by sating her lust even knowing it was orchestrated?

Of course, I would. I’m a man without conscience who waited months to feel her move under me.

The door opened behind me, and my hands picked up the cool sheet, throwing it over her naked body. It billowed in a cloud of silk before settling on her heated skin.

Beckett has always been professional with my subs, but the thought of him seeing my Jessie didn’t sit right. I held the sheet firmly over her body as she undulated her hips in my bed.

He listened to her breathing, checked her pulse and shined a light in her eyes.

“Did she ever lose consciousness?”

“I’m not sure, maybe briefly. She was in the club with somemalaka, who brought her out.”

“I’m going to take a blood sample. But it’s obvious what she was given. She’s the fourth girl this month that I’ve heard of with symptoms like this. Whoever drugged her was no amateur. My guess is she was slipped a combination of Ecstasy, maybe even a double dose, with a nip of a sleeping pill. She’s lucky she drank so much and vomited most of it out or she’d be unconscious right now. You have two options. The first is to hook her up to a saline drip and flush the drugs from her body faster or just let it run its course.”

“How long would it take for the effects of the drugs to subside?”

“Eight to ten hours for the Ecstasy to come down from its peak. She’ll still feel it after that, until it’s completely flushed from her system, but it won’t be as strong. I suspect she was given so much E so when she woke up; she’d want it and the perpetrator would avoid being accused of a sex crime.”

I stared down at her, struggling, in pain and in need of something I know I could give her.

“Take another vial of blood. Get it tested for STD’s, hepatitis…the normal workup I request.”

The doctor raised his brows, “She’s the next one then?”

“Yes,” I breathed watching her hair fall sexily around her face then spread over my ivory silk pillow. She bit her lip, sweat dripped between her breasts, and she moaned in pain, needingpleasure.

I held her arm as he took what he needed. Then I raised the sheet, forcing her thighs apart so he could perform his exam.

“Ahh,” she cried feeling the doctor’s hands on her. My hands held her legs tighter than I should have. Her sweet pink lips opened like a flower, glistened with her nectar, and all I wanted to do was lap it all up.

The smell of her arousal filled the air; my cock was painfully hard; ready to relieve her sweet pain. I knew she would hate me in the morning, maybe even hate herself even more…but nothing was going to stop me from burying myself in her pussy and making her come on my cock until she became addicted to the way I feel inside her.

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