Page 53 of Lonely
I couldn’t see without my glasses, so I put them back on before rising from the chair. After filling a glass with water, I mixed in a crushed sleeping pill.
Exiting the office, I peered down the empty hallway. Nurse Charlotte exited one of the rooms farther down the hall. She was a naïve young lady with jet-black hair who got the job because she was the boss’s niece. There wasn’t much going on upstairs, but she was useful because she believed the best in people and never asked questions.
“Take this to room five,” I ordered. “The patient is dehydrated and needs to drink water.”
Charlotte smiled and walked away, wearing flats, unlike Anna.
It was quiet without her. A good quiet, but also bad.
Reaching into my pocket, I fingered the ankle bracelet. I would wait until the sun set behind the trees before visiting Carter.
He was right. I’d avoided him because he scared me, but I couldn’t stay away now that he’d dangled the worm on a hook.
He was poison beneath my skin, and I needed to cut him out.
Streaks of silvery pale moonlight flooded through the tall windows. I glanced behind me, but the night nurses were nowhere to be seen, and the doctor on duty had already done his rounds.
The door to Carter’s room creaked in the silence, something I’d never noticed in the daylight, but sounds were heightened now. I quickly stepped inside, shut the door, and wedged the chair beneath the handle.
Carter slept on his front, facing away from me.
His body was too large for the small bed, and one veiny arm hung over the edge, his fingers almost touching the floor. I approached his sleeping form, my heart beating faster, my throat suddenly dry.
I was glad Anna was no longer here to take advantage of him when he was vulnerable.
Had he been lucid enough as he lay there, strapped down and staring out the window, while Anna took her pleasure like a thief in the night before sneaking out with his sticky cum on her thighs?
Had he understood what was happening to him, or was he locked inside his own mind?
Would he have liked it if he’d been clear-headed, like he was now? Would he have stopped her? Or helped her along, guiding her hips with his own hands?
Those thoughts swirled through my head as I secured the leather restraints around his wrists and ankles. Finally, I fastened the strap across his body to keep him down and pulled it tight with trembling hands.
Inhaling shakily, I climbed on top of him.
My cock was already hard and leaking precum. I trembled, feeling my heart thud and my hands grow clammy.
My hips rolled against his firm butt and I gasped at the feel of him through our clothing.
The control was intoxicating. He didn’t even know what was happening yet, and I was already losing it.
He finally stirred, lifting his head and blinking slowly. The second he saw me, panic hit, and he thrashed against the bed.
When I silenced him with a hand over his mouth, his hard body fell still, and panting breaths rushed over my fingers.
Fuck, he felt so good.
Too good.
Better than I could have imagined.
Reaching between us, I pulled his pants down, baring his pale skin.
That ass was begging for it, whether he knew it or not.
It was spread just enough to drive me fucking wild, and it clenched every time I touched him, as if he thought that would stop me.
It only made me harder. The more he resisted, the more aroused I got. He was going to learn the hard way.
