I wanted to pout from the sudden loss, feeling empty without the contact. Daxton wasted no time in removing my hand from his cock and lining it up with me, teasing my entrance as he rubbed it up and down, coating himself in my arousal. In the feeble light, I could barely see his dark eyes; shadows covered most of his face, but I could feel them on me as he slid himselfin.
A gasp escaped my mouth as I stretched around him. He wasn’t slow, and he wasn’t gentle. Pulling himself out just to rock back into me several times until he was completely seated deep in my pussy. The fullness of him made my eyes roll back, my legs opening to invite him in further. Daxton's hands found my hips, holding onto them tightly enough that I was sure I'd have bruises in the shape of his handprints as he began pounding into me.
There was no beautiful rhythm to his thrusts, no magical moment before the events began. He rutted against me like it was our last day to live, and he was determined to make us go out of this life completely imprinted on the other. My hands gripped the back of his neck, my nails digging into his skin hard enough that I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or blood I was feeling beneath my fingers. It only spurred him on as he continued to pound into me relentlessly.
I could taste the metallic tang of my own blood in my mouth as I bit down harder on my lip. The desire to moan as he fucked me against the mirror was almost impossible to resist. I could hear the sound of our flesh slapping against each other as he pulled my hips to the very edge of the sink. His body rocked right against my clit as he fucked me. My thighs started to shake as I felt myself begin to tighten and pulse around him.
I gripped him even harder as I felt myself come undone on his cock, the waves of pleasure nearly unbearable as he thrust into me a few more times until he found his release. I was nearly seeingstars as his forehead sank against mine while he stayed firmly seated inside me, his cum starting to leak out and drip down the sides of my ass.
“Fuck Raelynn,” he muttered as he withdrew his cock. As he tucked himself back into his pants, I immediately missed the full feeling of him inside my own body. I’d never felt that way after sex before, completely satisfied and not just used for a man's carnal needs.
He didn’t step away from me as he pulled my nightgown back up, grazing my sensitive nipples as he went. Slowly, this time, he placed a kiss to my lips, sweeter, not filled with the rush of animalistic desire that it had been overflowing with before.
“You should probably get back to bed,” he whispered, helping me down off the sink. I could still feel the mix of our release on the inside of my thighs as I stood up on my toes to meet his lips once more.
“You might want to consider cleaning up here before someone discovers Brandon's corpse.”
He laughed quietly and nodded, running his hand up and down my back in a soothing motion. Despite my legs still shaking from the intense orgasm I knew he was right, I shouldn’t linger in here any longer than I already had. Just because the nurse may be asleep at the station at the moment didn’t mean he would remain that way all night.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll make sure everything isspotless.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?” I asked as my hands rested on his sides. I didn’t want to break contact with him, the comfort and peace he brought to my mind when we were this close was addicting.
“I’ll explain more tomorrow Rae. Right now I need you to go back to your room. I have a lot more to clean up than I originally thought.” That time I laughed quietly.
“Good night, Daxton,” I said as I stepped away and exited the bathroom.
As I crawled back in bed, I couldn’t help but feel the most at peace than I had in a while. I may not have held control over that encounter, yet the amount of trust I was starting to place in that man was both exhilarating and terrifying, and I found myself excited to see how it was all going to play out.
July 29th 2021
Craig didn’t press charges. Though he’d been on the fence about it. After the five-day restraining order was lifted, he wanted to talk. He told me that the district attorney for the city had reached out to him about pressing charges on me, meaning I’d face up to five years in jail for domestic assault. All this while over a nice dinner, he thought he’d treat me too.
He was understanding of the situation. Had said that he understood mentally I was dealing with a lot, and he hadn’t been patient like I had needed him to be. Did he mean it? It wasn’t exactly an apology, and he never acknowledged the fact that he had struck me first. Was it worth fighting over and having him follow through with the charges?
I left dinner that night with a firm understanding of what he was offering me. If I stayed with him, the charges would go away, and I’d only face up to two years of probation time, unsupervised. If I continued to push him away, he’d have no choice but to try to ‘force’ me to get the help I desperately needed in his eyes.
It wasn’t much of a choice at all. It was an ultimatum that dictated my entire future. My career, my sister, Riley, everything I’dworked so hard to accomplish would be gone within the blink of an eye, all because I couldn’t let him get away with striking out at me.
I agreed that I would start therapy, another one of his veiled conditions to drop the charges. Under the guise of showing the court that I really was willing to work on myself. Even though the words had come out of my mouth, I was merely the puppet on his strings. He made my choices, he dictated what would make my life easier; it was all under his control.
Standing up in court, I didn’t even try to deny his version of events. Anything I had to say wouldn’t have mattered in the end.
Chaptertwenty-six
The Phoenix
October 2nd 2023
Screams woke me from the best sleep of my life the next morning. Even though they had startled me awake, I wasn’t worried about what they were over. The sun hadn’t quite risen enough to allow much natural light into the room. With all the lights on in the hallway instead of just the fire lights they left on at night, it wasn’t needed.
I yawned, stretching my legs and relishing in the feeling of how well my muscles felt after last night. Exhaustion had hit me so hard when I got back to my room, it was all I could do to manage to crawl under the covers before passing out. I could still feel his dried cum on my thighs, reminding me of how good his thick cock felt inside me.
Slowly, I got out of bed, not wanting to appear unfazed by the events happening out in the hallway. If only there were a manual on how to act when a group of people finds the pedophile your therapist just killed and not seem suspicious. With Brandon hopefully in hell, I didn’t worry about pulling a sweatshirtover my nightgown as I went into the hallway with everyone else on our wing.
I pulled a mask of confusion onto my face as I found Kendi hovering outside her door and looking back where multiple nurses were gathering outside Brandon's room.
“What’s going on?” I asked, taking a spot next to her against the wall. Everyone else seemed to be doing the same, waiting outside their doors, eyes glued to the scene in front of them, but unwilling to move any closer to gather any answers.
