Page 73 of No Asylum Here

As I approached my climax, the sounds pouring from my mask grew hot and frantic. The mad thing inside me squirmed and writhed, desperate for more. With every moan and whimper I made, she picked up her pace.

Once it clicked just how much she was enjoying the filthy noises I made, I didn’t hold back. I let her know just how good a job she was doing. “That’s it, Doc,” I groaned. “You’re doing such a good job fucking my cock with your pretty face. Oh. shit. That’s—agggh.”

I couldn’t hold back a second longer. My muscles tensed. I clenched my teeth.

Then, detonation.

I exploded in her mouth with a throaty growl, the visceral relief and blinding pleasure of it sending convulsions through my body. “Swallow.”

The amount of fluid I released into her mouth had her gagging, but she didn’t pull away. She drank as much as she could in one audible gulp. The rest leaked from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto the floor at her knees.

She pulled my cock from her mouth with an obscene sound that had me smirking. Tendrils of my cum dangled from her chin, and I was hard all over again.

Pushing to her feet, she made a move for her desk—presumably to wipe off—and my low growl stopped her in her tracks. “We’re not done.”

“I can’t clean up?”

I paused, not because I’d change my mind. I liked leaving her hanging in suspense and the furious bloom of red staining her cheeks.

“I’m filthy.”

“Aw.” I stuck out my lower lip in mock sympathy. “What’s the matter, Doc? Uncomfortable?”

The chains and leather creaked and clanged with my wobble, punctuating my point. “Wanna switch seats?”

She shook her head, the tendrils of cum on her chin oozing with the movement.

“Why would you want to clean it off, anyway? You look damn right delectable dripping with me. Now, come here.”

The air buzzed between us with her approach.

“Pull your skirt up.”

She lifted her skirt, exposing her deliciously plump thighs.

I narrowed my gaze. “More.”

Her throat twitched with a thick swallow. I could feel the heat radiating from her, ticking my exposed skin like a palpable touch. I’d give just about anything to be able to touch her. Too bad my chains, my mask and even my straitjacket were padlocked.

I could send her out for the key, but even if she could get her hands on the master, it would break my promise. There was no chance in this blistering hell that I would send her out there if it meant my father stumbling across her.

I’d pushed through the agony of surviving the boiling I’d been subjected to—his amusement in trade for his word that he’d leave her alone for one week.

Hatred snaked through my veins, knowing my father’s word was worth less to me than the rat shit in my cell. Still, there was a chance he’d keep his promise, and for that, I’d do it again.

Tuesday hiked her skirt up around her waist, leaving everything from her hips down exposed.

My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy, a pleasing patch of blonde hair thatching the area over her pubic bone. Her blush stretched from her cheeks down to her labia. My eyes dilated at the evidence of her arousal.

While I was having the time of my afterlife, her pleasure was my obsession, not my own.

“Straddle my lap.” I could barely keep the unholy excitement from my voice. “Wrap your arms around my neck for purchase. I hope those muscular thighs aren't all for show, sweetheart, because you’re going to ride my cock until I come inside you.”

The look on her face was almost enough to make me burst again. I bit down on my lip, hard enough to draw blood. The sharp pain was just enough to distract my dick from blowing a second round all over my lap. What a waste that would be.

No, if I was going to cum again, it was going to be in her tight cunt.

The doctor blinked. “But you already came.”