Page 99 of Brainwashed
“Yes.” I nod slowly as my balls ache.
“Did you rub yourself with it?”
I swear to God, it sounds like he’s edging me for more. Goading me to keep going, to show him how depraved I am.
I think he likes it.
“Yes.” My voice comes out like a soft moan.
And he’s quiet for a moment before he whispers, “Show me.”
My brain is all hazy. I can barely even tell if what’s happening right now is real. All I know is that there’s a winding inside me, like a rubber band wrapping up tighter and tighter. I’m used to letting it stretch, and then slowly easing it back. But this hunger, the furious craving this doctor seems to dredge up… It makes me want to yank that thing until it snaps.
I’m not sure if he’s actually asking me to jerk off in front of him. But Iwill, if there’s even the slightest chance this is what he wants.
My right hand glides down my abs, but he barks, “Slowly.” So I slow it down, casually playing with the hair of my happy trail beneath the fabric before slinking just one finger into the waistband of my pants and the boxers he got me.
I remember cupping Jax’s rushing blood in my palm, rubbing it all over my chest and abs. I lift my shirt with my other hand, brushing a thumb over my nipple.
I don’t know what Dr. Love is doing. I refuse to open my eyes. But I hear him moving subtly. Probably just straightening in his chair.
My own breathing is loud, heavy panting as my fingers run down to my erection, and I make a fist around it.
“What else did you do with Jackson in the tub, Felix?” he asks, his voice sounding like silk draped over his soft, dark flesh; his curves of immaculate muscle.
“I… I put my dick in his mouth,” I confess, stroking. “Just a little.”
“Did you come?”
A shivering groan escapes me, and I nod. “Not fully. Some precum came out.”
“You were very excited?” His words are inviting, urging me on.
“Yes…” I bite my lip, pulling at my cock slowly.
“Mmm… sounds like it. What happened next?”
My hand rests on my erection while I tell him, “I laid with him in the tub for a while. Just touching. And then I used the bone saw to cut him up into pieces.”
“Do you like that part, too?” he asks curiously.
My throat dips with a swallow. “It’s a lot of work. It’s very hard and time-consuming.”
“That’s not an answer to my question,” Dr. Love rumbles.
I go still for a few seconds before murmuring, “Yes. I like that part, too.”
“What do you like about it?” he asks, his tone simply intrigued. I hear no judgement coming from him. It’s interesting; comforting in a way I’ve never experienced.
“It’s methodical,” I answer. “I turn up the Depeche Mode and get to work. It feels like… something I’m good at.”
The room is quiet for a moment. All I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears, and my own unsteady breathing.
“You’re still hard, Felix,” he says, a simple statement.
My fingers dance along my solid flesh. “Uh-huh.”
“Do you make yourself come when you kill?” I shake my head hesitantly. “Why not?”
