Page 35 of Keeping Her Under
The footsteps were just ghosts.
Smiling in the dark, I start to comb the cum out of my belly hair. I hate how my first orgasm wasn’t inside her, but the little blue pill I took beforehand will at least let me get it up again soon. Slipping my cum-soaked finger into her mouth, I rub it along her gums. Over and over, I clean myself while feeding her. Then I strip off my clothes and crawl back to where I belong.
The bed creaks under our combined weight. I pick up her lingerie and lay the cum-stained bra across her chest. I can’t put it on her fully without knocking all her wires. So instead, I pick up her heavy breasts and nestle them into the lacy cups.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as I sit back on my heels. My new cum is in her mouth, and my old cum is pressed against her tits. It’s such a beautiful fucking sight. I stroke her breast with my knuckles, then I turn my hand around to squeeze her through the lace. The crustiness of the fabric makes my cock start throbbing again.
Scooting back along the bed, I grab her panties and thread her legs through them. The catheter stops me from putting them on all the way.
Pushing her legs wide, I spread open her pussy lips. The slit I put in the underwear matches her hole perfectly, and I lean back down to feast on her as my cum presses into her curls.
My cock thickens as I eat her out until my jaw and tongue grows sore. I run my hands down her legs, then over her stomach to cup her breasts. I kneed them as I groan into her. My cock is so damn hard, I fear I’m going to come again even with the blue pill helping me to keep it back.
Finally lifting my head, I crawl up the bed and line my cock up with her soaking pussy.
“Fuck, baby, you want me so much. It’s so damn clear with how wet you are.” I roll her nipples in my fingers. My eyes rise to the brace around her neck. The surgery on her spine was a success, but if I fuck her too hard, I could risk damaging it again. I could paralyze her for life…
The thought of that has me gripping my cock with a groan. She’d be so dependent on me then. I’d take her everywhere. Be everything she needed.
I stroke myself above her pussy. My eyes grow hooded as I look at the S branded into the base of my cock. So perfect. So right. So utterly mine.
Squeezing her breast in my other hand, I think about our future together. I’m going to quit my job as soon as she’s pulled out of her coma. I’ll move us to another state, where we can start afresh. Then I’ll fuck her day and night. Feed her, bathe her, make sure she never has to worry about another thing.
She’ll never want to leave me.
I push the head of my cock into her pussy. I don’t go any deeper than that before rocking out. I watch as she swallows just the tip, her lips sliding over the most sensitive part of me. I gasp as I thrust into her, slowly so as not to hurt her spine. Even though the thought of it is thrilling, I don’t actually want her broken.
I want her whole.
Wholly for me.
“I’m going to cum in you,” I rasp as I squeeze her breasts in my hands, using them to control my feral need. I want to slam all the way into her. I want to thrust into her hard and fast and deep.
But I take it slow.
Protect her.
Even from me.
Shuddering, I lean down to kiss her. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, stroking the tube running down her throat. I wish I was the one filling her so completely, and the kiss turns hard with jealousy. But even as my tongue assaults her, I keep my hips nice and slow.
I roll her nipple s between my fingers. I feel the warmth of her pussy around my tip. I nestle in a little bit deeper.
And then I cum on a feral groan.
Hour after hour, I worship her, until the sun peeks through the curtains of her room. Then I use the final hour to clean her with the baby wipes I brought in my briefcase. I remove the lingerie from her and pack it all away. Grabbing her phone out of my bag, now fully charged, I turn it on. I hold it up to her face. She lets me inside, showing me all her secrets. My heart swells with how much she trusts me already, and I kiss her briefly before going into her settings and removing the lock on her phone.
My other mobile vibrates with a text.
Ryan: Staff meeting in five.
His haggard face is full of relief, thinking that this is nearly over. I don’t tell him he’ll be doing it all again tonight. I’ll wait until he’s off work and has had some time to sleep. I don’t care about his mental health, but if he’s too stressed, someone will notice. The VIP coding won’t be suspicious unless he brings attention to himself – assuming he fucked with the equipment in a way that could be passed off as a common malfunction.
Granted, he will probably be caught tomorrow when he makes her code again.
A smile curls my lips at the thought of Ms. Lila Reeds dying over and over again over the next few days. Her bodyguard might even commit suicide if she flatlines, blaming himself for not being able to protect her despite all his military training.
Serves him right for falling in love with the bitch.
