Page 38 of Lonely
His knuckles were busted up.
“You want to fuck me, Doctor? Fight me!”
My balls tingled and I was hyperaware of my genitals, which was ridiculous. I’d already jerked off twice in my office that morning because I knew he was down the hall, drugged out of his mind and unable to fight back if I decided to have him.
But I wanted him to want me.
It was more than an urge at this point.
It was a burning obsession.
“How are you today, Carter?” I shifted, still feeling him inside me.
He kept staring unseeingly out the window, and I wondered if a single thought passed through his head.
Waving a hand in front of his face, I studied his dark circles, vacant eyes, mussed-up hair, and chapped lips.
Carter looked like someone who had been hollowed out from the inside, and I couldn’t help feeling proud of the work I’d done. He didn’t need to speak to tell me I owned him.
I leaned closer. “I did this to you, Carter.”
Nothing. Not a flicker of recognition. A patient walked past with a male nurse.
I cleared my throat and scribbled some bogus notes, keeping one eye on Anna as she bent over a table, pretending to wipe it while flashing me her neon pink thong.
Christ.
Ankle bracelets and fire engine red lipstick and heels, and now neon pink thongs. I jerked at my tie; the thing was too damn tight.
In a quiet voice, I said, “I can keep you locked inside yourself forever, Carter.”
A car pulled up in the parking lot as I gazed out the tall window. Rays of sun threatened to break through the clouds, but God allowed no light or beauty in this place, only misery.
Hips swaying as she passed, Anna caught my eye again. She brushed her fingers over my shoulder, and I got up from the seat like a leashed pet before following her into the hallway. It wasn’t like I had a choice.
To my surprise, we didn’t enter my office.
Anna grabbed my striped tie and steered me left toward Carter’s room. She shoved me inside and wedged the chair beneath the handle to stop anyone from entering. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Doctor.”
The next thing I knew, she slapped me hard across the face, shoved me back onto the bed, and straddled my lap.
“What the—” I blurted. She was already fastening the leather straps around my wrists.
It happened so fast.
I tried to fight her off, but my efforts were pathetic, to say the least, because I liked it when she slapped my face.
She pulled up her skirt and crawled up my body until her pussy was right there, inches from my mouth. “You’re going to make it up to me, Doctor.”
Then she sat on my face and smothered me with her cunt.
Breathing was impossible as she ground that pink thong against my mouth, rubbing it in until my nose was smashed beneath her.
I couldn’t think. I could barely process anything beyond the heat and the weight of her on me. Anna knew exactly what she was doing.
She moaned loud enough for everyone within a ten-mile radius to hear. The leather straps dug into my wrists as I kicked at the sheets.
Anna slid her panties aside and rode my face, grinding that sensitive pearl over my mouth until her thighs began to quiver.
