Page 224 of Brainwashed
Hiswant, hisneed, and hislove.
I get it all, and it makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world, because I’m the only one who gets to call himmine. And so for that, because I appreciate the hell out of him for living on this secluded island just for me, I suck his dick slow and deep, playing with his balls the way he likes.
This time, he comes in two minutes. And it’s only my name on his lips the whole time.
“So much for that session, huh?” I tease, sitting on his lap on his big leather chair while his heart rate regulates from the intense orgasm.
“We’ll have to try again tomorrow,” he hums, a content smile on his lips while he kisses my neck.
And try again, we will. That’s the nature of our relationship, after all. Just trying everything we can here, seeing what works. He’s still my doctor, and I’m still his patient. But we’re also lovers, and friends, partners in crime. We’re everything to each other, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.
I know it’s crazy to think of dating in prison. And I’m not sure how long this could last like this, but I don’t care. Because right now, I’m in love with Love—hehe—and he’s in love with me, and it’s just… good.
The only good thing I’ve ever done.
A few hours later, Joy shows up at Lem’s office while we’re reading the same book together on the couch.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she says with one of her cunning little smiles. “But I need to borrow the killer bee for a sec.”
I glance at Lem, who looks suspicious. “What are we doing?”
“There’s something I think you might want to be involved in…” she says. “A Thursday event.”
“Is that some kind of code for something?” Lem asks.
“Yes.” Joy grins.
I turn to him, tugging one of his dreadlocks. “I’ll be back in a few.”
He looks like he doesn’t want to let me go and Joy groans. “Jesus, your relationship is so unhealthy, I’m about to hire it a nutritionist. Let’s go, slice-n-dice! I don’t have all day, and this offer expires in ten seconds.”
Grinning, I press a quick kiss on Lem’s worried lips. Then I jump up, following Joy.
“Be careful!” he calls after me as we leave the office.
“I didn’t think it was possible, but he might be more obsessed with you than you are with him.” Joy scoffs.
“I’m sure it’s very close.” I chuckle while we walk.
“Oh, by the way, I’m gonna have to cuff you when we get closer to gen-pop,” she tells me. “For them more than you, you know?”
I nod. “Yea, I get it.”
We wander through all the long halls, leaving the East Wing and entering solitary. It’s strange; things are changing, yet they always kind of stay the same. It’s hard to describe, but no matter how much we adjust to life in this place, it’s still a disgusting prison in the middle of the ocean. That part will never change, no matter how nice my room is now, or the fact that I haven’t been in a straitjacket in months.
I haven’t been experimented on since the incident with Templeton, which I would hardly call an experiment. It was just an assault, but whatever. He’s dead now, and he definitely got what was coming to him.
I don’t see Johansson often, or that other asshole, Hassan. But I know they’re here. We pass them in the halls sometimes and I have to grip Lem’s arm to keep him from lunging. He wants them gone, and I know he’s trying to devise a plan on how to do it, but I’m not sure what it will be or how it will work. No matter how much the Warden likes Lem, he is still loyal to those assholes.
On the other hand, my boyfriend is pretty damn persuasive.
Really, we’re just living the best we can when one of us is a serial killer with no hope of ever leaving this island. I used to feel a little guilty, like I was stopping Lem from going out and living outside of this bubble. But he actually loves it here.
And honestly, I don’t blame him. The Ivory Mansion is an incredible place. I cherish the couple of days a week I get to spend there.
No matter what, I think everything makes sense with Lemuel in my life. I’m a monster, but I found my Dr. Frankenstein, who treasures me forme.
And cards on the table, he’s a little twisted himself, which helps.
