Isn’t that what happens in the basement? They eat people, along with the experiments the other doctor does?
“Are you going to be my good girl and stop fighting, or do I need to restrain your legs too? Maybe drug you?”
I shake my head. “No. I’ll behave. Please don’t drug me.”
Dr. Martin gives me something that knocks me out, and I don’t like it. I don’t like either of them touching me, but at least what Raven does, I’m aware of. I have no clue what the asshole doctor has done to me. There’s something terrifying about not even having an idea what has happened to you. Maybe it’s stupid, since I can’t stop either of them anyway, but it makes me feel like I have even less control than I do.
Hooking his fingers into the sides of my pants, he yanks them down aggressively, before leaving them on the side of the bed.
Arching a brow, he grins. “No panties, little Lunatic? Now I think you wanted me to take you.”
I want to kick him again, but glare at him instead, because I don’t know if he’ll really drug me. Or if he even has drugs, but it’s not a chance I’m willing to take.
“No. I have to wait on laundry. They won’t give me more than the two pairs I got when I came in.”
The staff here do not care about the patients or their needs. The food is barely edible. Two pairs of panties, and one clean uniform, are not enough. We get one pad a month for our periods, which is nowhere near enough for me. I have long,heavy cycles, so when the time comes, I’ll be a mess. It hasn’t happened yet, but I’m not looking forward to it.
Raven pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on top of my pants. The tremble in my limbs is intense as his gaze settles right between my legs. Gripping my thighs as I attempt to close them, he yanks me wide open. His gaze is animalistic, as spit falls from his lips to my clit.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask, while knowing I sound pathetic, as scared as I am. He flashes me a look, like it’s completely obvious, and not insane.
“Because, my little Lunatic, I want you to fall apart on my tongue. If I get my way, I’ll nearly drown in your cum. Just once, I want you all to myself. Without him watching.”
“I don’t come from oral,” I say quickly, hoping he’ll give this up and let me go.
He leans over the bed with a smirk on his face.
“You will for me.”
If I’m honest, I don’t come unless I’m alone. I had to fake it with my husband, Sullivan, because he got angry when I didn’t do whatever he wanted on command, including an orgasm.
“I doubt it,” I respond, earning myself a growl, as he buries his face in my pussy.
After hearing she doesn’t come from oral, I’m suddenly curious about her dead husband. How long were they married? And how the hell did he never make her come with his mouth? These are questions that will have to wait, because right now I need to fucking taste her. When I pulled her from under the bed, I could smell her arousal. Now I know I’m not the only one that gets off from her fear.
I run my tongue in long slow licks up her center, and a soft little moan escapes from her lips. I wish I had not needed torestrain her, because I want to feel her touching me, but she left me no choice.
Gripping the backs of her thighs, I dig my fingers into her skin, hoping to leave a mark, as I circle my tongue around her clit.
“Raven,” she whimpers, andfuck me,I want to hear that on repeat.
I give her several quick lashes over her swollen nub, and she bucks her hips up, pressing her wet cunt into my face like the needy slut she is. I knew she was lying when she said she didn’t come from oral. I can’t fathom that she’s telling the truth, and this will be the first time a man makes her come with his mouth. I bite down on her clit, and she screams as her wetness coats my face.
This woman is a mind fuck. Shesaysno, but clearly really fucking wants it.
I slide my hands under her ass, while I push my tongue inside her wet pussy. A growl rumbles through my chest when I get the full taste of her on my tongue. Lifting my eyes, I look at her face, and nearly lose my mind. Bianca is always attractive, but seeing her blissed out like this, she’s even more stunning. Her eyes are wide, not with terror but with lust, and her long dark hair is splayed around her head. Lips slightly parted, as she pants out breathy moans that make me feel like the goddamn hero I’ll never be.
“Raven, please untie me,” Bianca says in a quiet voice, and fuck I want to, but I don’t trust her. The urge to feel her fingers touching my skin ends up winning against my better judgement.
I get up and pull off her restraints with a warning.
“If you don’t behave, I will hurt you. Don’t make me do something you’ll regret.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it quickly. Getting off the bed, I stand at the foot of it, yank her down to me, and drop to my knees.
“Look at this pussy dripping for me. Are you ready to admit you want this?”
Bianca tilts her head with a defiant glint in her eyes.
