I tempt her back hole, and she glares at me as I fully enter her. “It feels good, I’ve been told,” I say, explaining why my finger is in her asshole.
“Great, write a medical paper about it.” Snarky little vixen.
I hold her as I make love with all the care I am able to muster, but her pussy grips me and is so much tighter after coming as many times as she has. She puts her head on my chest and moans while I slowly take her cunt. Since I, too, am sensitive, I don’t last long and come softly after she shivers and bucks through yet another orgasm. Her breaths are heavy as she descends from euphoria.
“Why do you feel so good?” she asks, come-drunk and sleepily euphoric.
“Because I’ve been doing this a long time and I’m good at it.” I kiss her forehead and gently pull out of her. “You need to go to sleep,” I tell her, being her doctor and protector again.
“Are you staying?” she asks, and I sort of hate telling her that I wasn’t.
“If you want to share a bed sometimes, I can arrange my schedule for that, but for now you need your rest. Sleeping with me means bearing my cock when I want you,” I say, laughing at myself because she wasn’t going to go for that. However, I try because I love the look of shock on her face.
“Oh, Master, may I bear your cock?”
“Fuck off,” I say gently, tickled by her boldness.
“I believe I just did.”
Ah, I never wanted to be connected to anyone, but having this woman next door to my bedroom might prove to be a lot of fun. I kiss her one last time and slip out of her bed.
“Technically, I was the one who fucked you off.” I kiss her once more, going in passionately, with tongues and teeth, and she meets myenergy.
“That’s some goodnight kiss,” she says when our lips unlock.
“I want you to dream of me,” I tell her.
“Well, nightmares are still dreams, so there’s that.” She yawns; her sparky energy is waning. “I should probably say good night to the Raybie…” She cringes as she tries to sit up.
“I’ll have Gloria bring her in, but don’t you dare get out of that bed.” I offer her a stern glance.
“What about brushing my teeth, Igor?” She continues to sit up.
“Ugh, you are infuriating.” I go to her en-suite, put toothpaste on her toothbrush, and pick up one of the plastic hospital pans we are still using for bed baths.
“Open your mouth,” I say when I come back to her, but she has already put on a robe and is standing up. “No, you don’t. No standing.” I set the pan I am carrying down and place her back in the bed.
“Are you going to brush my teeth too, Daddy?” She purrs over the words, and I gently take her chin in my hands.
“Call me Daddy again and I’ll put restrictions on you that you will hate.”
She takes the toothbrush from my hand and starts brushing her teeth, shooting daggers out of her defiant blue eyes.
“Do you ever think that I might have your best interest at heart?”
“Perhaps, but you also get off on power.” She wasn’t wrong.
“I just got off on your pussy, so many things get me off. You did a fine job tonight, wife. I’d say you’re a natural, considering this is only your second sexual experience. I’ll enjoy getting off on you more than I will wielding power.” I think I mean that, but she is right—Idolike controlling her. But I prefer it when she fights back.
She yawns and her eyes close. She almost falls asleep without a comeback… almost. “Since you’re such an expert.” She yawns again. “Why don’t we call men sluts?”
And then her head drops. She is out. I stand there watching her for a moment. What have I gotten myself into?
While Scarlett sleeps, I return Carl’s call.
“What did you need?” I hope I sound irritated on the phone because I don’t like Carl. Especially because he wants me to alter my cancer drug by deconstructing it and recoding the chemistry into something they can use as a weapon. Since the secret society funded a good portion of my research, they are due a return on their investment. A cure can't be used in an arms negotiation or to buy a small failing country. It certainly wouldn’t be helpful when trying to assassinate people in power. It is only useful to people who are ailing, but that wasn’t valuable enough for CSS.
“Like I said months ago, Carl,” I raise my voice when he brings the subject up again. “The drug you are suggesting I design, in the wrong hands, could kill every single human being in the world. There is no good use for the kind of drug you are asking me to create and it is my right and a requirement of my Hippocratic oath that I refuse your request.”
