Page 63 of Her Wicked Plan

The idea of being blindfolded pops into my already daydreaming mind. I think I want Leo to do that to me, too. By the time I step into my room, I’m buzzing with arousal. I’m wet between my thighs, wanting to be touched so badly by someone other than myself.

It’s the time of the night when the guards are ushering the rest of the patients to their bedrooms, but I’m a step ahead of them. I close my door, knowing they will come by to check if it is locked.

A small window is framed in the metal door for them to check on us without having to risk opening the door, but once the guards do their rounds, they won’t return.

Why would they? We can’t escape our rooms since the locks are on the outside. If a patient escapes, well, then they must be Harry fucking Houdini. It’s impossible.

Trust me, I’ve tried.

Muffled footsteps sound in the hall, the thickness of the metal separating me and them blocking out most of the sounds. At this point, I’ve climbed into my bed but haven’t laid down just yet.

A face peers into the window, checking to make sure I’m where I’m supposed to be. Giving him a small wave of my fingers, he tightly nods his head in approval, then stalks off.

I don’t move until I see the shadows of him passing by again underneath the door. Once the coast is clear, I shove off my sweats, and the underwear that hits the floor is soaking wet.

Never has a man-made me like this. I could never only think about a man and get aroused. Hell, it was difficult when a man touched me to get this way. Unless they knew what they were doing, which was only a few.

With my back against the wall, I spread my legs, letting my hand travel across my stomach and to the top of my thigh. I’m teasing myself. I move as slowly as I can to see how long it will take until I give in.

I like to test myself, but tonight, I’m finding it almost difficult. The pulsing between my legs is growing needier. I’m panting before even touching myself.

Closing my eyes, Leo enters my mind, remembering how he touched me in his office over my sweats. How he called me “Vee” and the dark tone he used while talking dirty to me. Remembering the rasp in his voice sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t hold out any longer.

My hand finds its way between my legs, my fingers brushing lightly over my clit, causing my back to arch off the wall. A quiet moan escapes me at the final feeling of pleasure. My fingers dip lower to gather my arousal before circling my clit again.

In my mind, Leo speaks, “Does that feel good?”

I swear, it sounds like he is in the room with me. I don’t dare open my eyes, though, because he isn’t there, and I don’t want to be ripped away from this fantasy.

Nodding my head, I bite my lower lip while my finger moves faster. “So good.”

“Fuck, Vee. Look how wet you are for me.” A loud moan escapes my lips at the thought of him using that name again. “Do you wish it were my fingers touching you?”

“Mhm.” I hum out, unable to form any other words.

“I want your fingers inside of you. Can you do that for me? Pretend they are mine, fucking you.” That’s the way I want him to speak to me. I hope when the day comes, it is exactly like that.

Obeying his voice in my head, I push two fingers inside of me and gasp at the sensation. His hands are larger than mine. His fingers are much longer, meaning this feels nothing like it would if Leo were here fucking me, but it will have to do.

I push them deeper, only to pull them out and sink them back in. I’m panting, picturing Leo on his knees in front of me, his fingers dipping into my pussy.

“What a good girl you are, Vee.” The praises go straight to my head, and I thrust my fingers into me faster. “Doing exactly as you’re told. Fucking yourself like a whore.”

“Oh my...” I’m not going to last long. Not with his voice in my head. The words I am conjuring up—wishing he was speaking them.

“Come for me,” he demands. I shove my fingers as deep as they can go, holding them still as the tips curl. I hit my G-spot repeatedly until I’m spilling over the edge.

My already closed eyes squeeze shut tighter, sending tiny stars into my vision for only a second. This was the first time I imagined him actually speaking to me. This was also the first time I came this hard from pleasing myself.

Once I come down from my high, I remove my fingers and clean them off with my tongue. Sighing with relief, I finally lie down and attempt to get comfortable on the lumpy mattress.

I’m so worn out from what I just did that it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep.

I dream of my sister. Another first for me.

CHAPTER 17

Leo