Chapter 11
Cal didn’t know how he’d gotten in this position, but right then, he couldn’t give a fuck about the whys and the hows. All he cared about was that the torrent of sensuality didn’t stop.
He’d thought he would have fought harder against Gemmaline catching him again, but in the dark, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He wanted her, wanted this, and all the reasons why he shouldn’t didn’t matter.
She was writhing in his lap, breathing heavily with the pleasure. The knowledge that he aroused her was making his dick ache. Gemmaline was rubbing against his cock in a way that was dangerous. Too much stimulation and he would explode in his pants.
Perhaps that’s what she wants, he thought as he felt her hands at his shoulders, pressing him down. He leaned back, resting against the thin mattress. She adjusted her legs so that she straddled him, pressing her core that much closer against him.
“Oh gods,” he groaned, feeling her heat through her clothing and his own. Cupping her breasts, he marveled at their perfection. They were perky, high, with small nipples that were so hard in the palms of his hands. He wished the lights were on so he could appreciate them even more.
She leaned down and started to kiss and lick his neck, her hips rhythmically flexing, rubbing herself against him. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, so close to fucking and yet… not. It was almost even sexier than actual lovemaking because of the barrier between them. It reminded him of his youth, before he’d lost his virginity.
Shit. She’s probably a virgin. She’s been locked in this place since she was nine. No wonder this reminds me of those times.
His cock was still throbbing, not perturbed by thoughts of her innocence, but his conscience was burning him. “Gemmaline,” he whispered, pushing back against her shoulders. “We should stop this.”
He could feel her shaking her head and pushing back against his hold, wanting to return to kissing him. He weakened when she jerked her hips against him, his cock sliding along the warm slit he could feel between her legs, and her mouth was back on his in an instant.
Her lips against his drove the thoughts from his head for a moment, but they soon returned. “Gemmaline,” he said with more force, pushing her shoulders until she was sitting upright. “We need to stop. This isn’t right.”
Instead of stopping, she put her hands on his shoulders, holding him down. Then she increased the rhythm of her gyrations. There was no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly what she was doing. The sensation of her core against his cock made his eyes roll back in his head.
She rode him, rubbing herself against him, and he heard her panting increase as she moved faster on him. It was undeniably hot, especially the way she took charge, took what she wanted from him. Cal was used to taking charge, to pushing his partners to new heights of pleasure under his careful control. But this time, he was along for the ride as Gemmaline took what she wanted from him.
Fucking hot.
His hands crept up to cup her breasts again, rubbing against the nipples, making her quiver. When she started to ride him harder, he let out a groan, his hands slipping to her hips to hold her tighter against him. Her motions were becoming wild, her pace erratic.
Almost there, he thought, unsure if he meant himself or her.
Her motions were driving them irrevocably toward the pinnacle of pleasure, the pressure building up inside him near painful.
The pants became more rapid. Then she began to almost bounce on him. He could feel her clit throbbing against his cock, and that was it.
Just as she let out a massive exhale, her climax washing over her, he felt his orgasm rise up inside him. He let go, coming in his pants and not caring, loving the moment of simultaneous pleasure between them.
Gemmaline collapsed against him and he held her gently, brushing her hair back from her forehead and kissing her there. Their breathing synced and he could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. He stroked her, feeling undeniably tender.
Suddenly, the light returned.
Cal looked into her eyes and saw an intelligence there, a clarity that had been previously lacking. He could tell she wanted to say something but was still restrained by his persuasion. He’d been interrupted earlier when the lights went out, but now it was time to remove the block he’d placed on her.
Holding her head between his hands, he looked deeply into her eyes, seeking to access his power.
Then he sat up, carefully getting away from her. Cal was in shock. When he reached for his powers, they were gone.
This never happened. Although he could sometimes exhaust his powers, he’d always felt them there, even if their energy was empty. But now there was just nothing.
“What the fuck is going on?” he spit out, suddenly furious.What happened to my powers?
He saw Gemmaline stiffen at his tone. “Did you do it?” he asked, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. “Did you remove my powers?”
Gemma frowned as she vigorously shook her head. Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, his chest tightened. Cal reminded himself that couldn’t let her emotions sidetrack him. “You were the last person I used them on,” he growled. “You must have something to do with this.”
Cal released her, feeling sick to his stomach. Gemmaline had to be tied up in this somehow. He never would have surrendered to his lust like this if she didn’t have some kind of hold on him. In fact, he never would have desired a mental patient in the first place if there wasn’t something sinister at work here.
Maybe she’s not a mental patient at all.
