The silence in our wing sent shivers down my spine as I crept down the hall. I was so used to even the most mundane noise throughout the day that the lack of it was unsettling. So when I heard a muffled grunt coming from the door next to Kendi’s, it made me pause before passing it.
Brandon’s room was where the noise had originated. Curiosity got the better of me, bolstered by confidence that his room was locked unless Thomas was escorting him somewhere fueled the flame. I crept slowly up to the edge of the small window in his door. Every door had one—a slim shatterproof window about a foot and a half tall and no more than six inches wide. I never paid much attention to it since I made it a habit to change my clothes in the bathroom away from prying eyes. His window was impossible not to ignore right now.
I kept my eyes low, letting the dim light from the hallway cascade over my head and into his room, where I found it strangely empty. Another muffled grunt reached my ears, so muffled that if I hadn’t had my face nearly pressed to the door, I probably wouldn’t have heard it. Brandon was a psycho, so I should probably just ignore it and continue to Kendi’s room. Unfortunately for my sanity, I wasn’t in my making the right choice era at the moment.
Hesitantly, I placed my hand on the door handle, shocked that it wasn’t locked. It wasn’t too late to turn back and let the night nurse know that the pedophile's door wasn’t locked, but I was too curious for my own good. Maybe fucking around with Daxton both loosened me up on a sexual level and killed a few of my common sense brain cells as well.
No sound came from the door as I opened it just enough to squeeze inside. The fucker was probably lying in wait and was going to hurt me once he saw me. Maybe I wasn’t out of my mind; maybe I was looking for something to take my frustration out on since the main source was currently a missing person. It would be so nice to have the supper hand on a weaselly man who liked to touch little girls until I was able to face who I really wanted to hurt. Besides, all I’d have to do is scream, and the nurse down the hall would hear me.
What I saw when I closed the door and peeked in his bathroom wasn’t anywhere near what I had expected to find. Brandon was slumped on the floor in front of the shower with a sheet tied ina noose around his neck, and Daxton was standing over the pedophile. Daxton pulled on the other end, his back muscles flexing through his shirt as he heaved Brandon up enough so his upper body was dead weight while he started tying the sheet off on the shower rod. No rise and fall of Brandon's chest was evident as his dead weight dangled like a puppet to whatever means Daxton was trying to accomplish.
Daxton didn’t hear me enter, too focused on the task at hand to pay me any attention. A normal person might be fixated on the corpse in the room, horrified that someone was dead at the hands of a professional whose job was to help his patients. Not turned on by the bulging biceps of the killer messing with the body. The white t-shirt he wore stretched over his shoulders as he tugged on the sheet for what I assumed was to test its strength. A normal person would probably run out into the hall to get help and alert someone to what was obviously a crime being committed. I had never considered myself to be normal; the deepening arousal I felt was evidence of that. I recalled every lude thing Brandon had ever uttered to me and every detail the other patients had said about why he ended up here. Knowing that a man who cared so much about those who couldn’t defend themselves was taking it upon himself to exterminate someone as vile as a child murdering pedophile made my very core clench.
“Is this what you do to relax?” I asked, not exactly sure what to say as Daxton finished tying the knot, leaving Brandon's body weight dangling from the metal shower rod.
He spun around quickly, shocked that someone had stumbled upon him. I honestly wasn’t sure what to think. The worst thought I had when I entered the room was that the pervert was jerking himself off; never did I expect to find him dead at the hands of my therapist.
“Raelynn, what the hell are you doing in here?” He demanded as he stalked toward me, anger flashing across his features. He was moving quickly, stalking toward me, his large body taking up what little personal space I had in the confined room.
On instinct, I started to back up until my back hit the bathroom door, closing it with a soft click. Not that it did much good, since it was only a saloon-style door, it only managed to stop my hasty retreat.
“I heard a noise,” I said simply, my eyes glancing between the dead body and Daxton, noting the tension in his shoulders.
“You heard a noise from a dangerous deviants room and you decided to come see for yourself? What would you have done if you were in here alone with him instead?” He half laughed but I held my chin high.
“I couldn’t sleep and was on my way to Kendi’s room, I’m sorry I didn’t realize my therapist was in here committing a felony.” I had to fight the urge to place my hands on his arms when theycaged me in. I should have been repulsed by this turn of events, instead I found myself clenching my thighs together at the thought of his near vigilante justice. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead as to what might happen after I opened the door. As a mental health professional I’m surprised you haven’t realized that I have a few impulse control issues.”
“Do you really think it’s wise to get smart with a man who just killed someone?” He whispered, bringing his mouth against my ear, the stubble from his jaw grazing against me gently as he pressed a lingering kiss to my flesh.
“I hadn’t put much thought into it yet,” my words were breathy as he continued the trail up my neck, each kiss against my skin sending sparks of electricity through my body to the point the tips of my fingers began to tingle. “Do you really think it’s wise to start this next to a dead body?” I challenged as he pressed a firm kiss against my mouth.
“Seeing the way you look at me, without fear, is a big enough turn on. I’ll fuck you right next to his empty rotting husk of a body and not care in the slightest.” In emphasis, he pressed his hips against me, the hard length of him pressing firm against my lower stomach. I bit my lip, unable to stop myself from grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his mouth back to mine.
The rest of the world faded out as his tongue met mine. He wasn’t gentle with me, and this time I was far from in controlof his actions. I didn’t want tender and loving after I watched what he had done; I wanted him raw and unrestrained.
Our lips never parted as he hooked both of his hands around my thighs and pulled them roughly up to his waist. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around him tightly as he moved us a little to the right of the bathroom. My nightgown rose as he moved, up my legs and revealing most of my ass. Cold porcelain from the sink counter made contact with my exposed skin as he set me on the edge.
My legs dropped from around his body as he moved one of his hands to my legs. Roughly, he dragged two fingers down my center, feeling how wet he had made me, before shoving them in.
I broke away from him with a moan on my lips, but his other hand came up to grip my throat, silencing me as he took away my ability to breathe.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Raelynn, but I’m going to need you to be silent. Can you do that for me?” He asked, dragging his nose down the side of my face as he spoke, inhaling my scent and putting more pressure on my throat for emphasis. My pussy throbbed as he constricted my airway, gripping his fingers tightly around my neck as his other hand continued pumping his fingers in and out of me. “If you can’t manage that for me, I’m going to fuck you until my cum is dripping out of your tight little pussy, but I’m not going to allow you any release, do you understand me?” Hisvoice was rougher than usual, sensual and gravely, like he should have been narrating a romance novel.
I nodded, and he released some of the pressure on my throat, still maintaining a firm grip on me.
“Good girl,” he whispered, yanking me back to him as his fingers continued to fuck me. “Touch me, Rae,” he ordered, shifting his arm enough so that my hands could reach his jeans as he continued to pump his fingers slowly into me, his thumb expertly circling my clit as my thighs clenched him tighter against me.
Daxton didn’t release my throat and held me high enough that I couldn’t dip my eyes down to see what I was doing. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, with the only light coming from the dim bulb over the shower everything was hard to see. My hands met the rock hard planes of his stomach and slowly traced over them, finding every muscle was well defined. The corners of my eyes were able to glance in the mirror beside us, the only thing visible was the bedsheet currently holding up Brandon's body, the sight of his limp forming an aphrodisiac for our desire.
As he continued his assault on me with his fingers, I grew desperate to touch him. Without wasting much time, I found the zipper on his jeans and pulled it down, his bulging erection brushing the back of my hand as I finished unzipping him. He nearly sprang free from his boxers as I took his cock out.
He groaned against my mouth as I wrapped my hand around him to stroke him, barely able to get my fingers to touch aroundhis thickness. Daxton broke away from me and buried his face in my neck as he released my throat. I barely noticed I had the ability to take a full breath as I felt him thrust into my hand as I stroked him.
“Fuck Rae,” he moaned, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own moans.
I continued to pump him in the same rhythm as he used his fingers to fuck me. His hand that was on my throat released and slid down my shoulder to pull the strap of my nightgown off my shoulder and down to under my full breast. His fingers found my pebbled nipples and didn’t waste any time with gentle pulls this time. He pinched them to the point of pain that made me want to beg him to go harder. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and begging him for what my body needed. I wanted him to make me cum with his cock more.
The pain from him pinching my nipple caused me to arch my hips, my pussy contracting on his fingers as a deep need grew low in my core. Realizing that he was driving me to the edge, he withdrew his fingers.
