Page 101 of Brainwashed
“Stop calling me that,” he seethes. “I told you, I’m not putting my hands on you.”
My stomach drops. “You mean like Templeton did?”
Our gazes hold on to one another while he says, “This ismyresearch, and it’s much more important than theirs. Do you understand?”
I nod slowly.
“Good. Now, stroke faster and get yourself off. I don’t have all day.”
My lips quiver through a ragged exhale.God, something about the steely, uninterested attitude just drives me nuts. He’s such a detached asshole. I have no idea why I like it, but all I can think about right now is getting him on top of me.
So I close my eyes and imagine.
Dr. Love stands up from his seat, the impressive outline of his massive cock showing itself through his tailored pants. He steps over to the couch and crawls over me. And I grab him by the dreads and push that grumpy mouth down on my aching—
“What are you thinking about?” he asks calmly. As if I’m not lying on a couch in his office jerking off while he watches.
“You,” I tell him honestly.
“What about me?”
“I’m imagining your mouth on my dick…”
He huffs an almost-laugh. “I assure you, that will never happen.”
“Mmm… right. I forgot you’restraight.” My back arches while I sidle up to the edge of my climax. I peer at him. “Yet you want me to come. You want to knowallabout how hard my dick gets when I kill people.” His eyes are shooting flames of fury at me right now. But I can’t stop. The angry look on his face is going to get me off very fucking soon. “I think it’s because you like it. The wicked, the twisted… the depraved. I think that’s what getsyouhard, Dr. Love.”
I can see the wrath burning inside him at my words. But he stows it and gives me one of his smug looks. “And you know what I think, Felix? I think I was right. You’ve never been truly satisfied, no matter how much you tell yourself you are.” He stands up slowly and my face follows him, my hand still vigorously stroking my cock. “Because deep down, what you really want is to be used by the person whose attention you could never hold.”
I chomp down on my lip to keep in the desperate groans while he steps up to the edge of the couch. My vision gets swimmy, every muscle in my body bunching up, coiled and seconds from release.
He leans over me. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Felix? To be bent over and split in half by someone just like your father…”
My lashes flutter, my lips part, and my hand pumps faster and faster, stroking it out…
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I gasp.
“Show me how you come, you sick little monster,” he snarls.
And I erupt.
Streams of cum pulse from my cock, soaking my abs while the world tilts on its axis. My head is all cloudy, and I think I’m saying words, but I can barely understand myself.
They’re echoing around us.
Yes. Yes yes yes… you’re right. God, fuck me… I want you… to… fuck… me.
I’m squirming in delectable agony for what feels like hours, my balls thrumming, lips trembling. I’ve never had an orgasm like that… Especially from myself.
When I make myself come, it’s purely mechanical. I get in and get out.This was an entirely different experience.
Dr. Love talking me through orgasms is my new favorite thing.
Blinking up at him, I find his usual demeanor fully back in place. He’s standing above me, observing me like a snake in a tank who just molted.
My breathing evens out and I lick my lip, gazing at him. I know it’s bad, but I can see hearts floating around his head.
This is so wrong. He’s officially the last person I should be crushing on. But now I don’t see how I could stop.
