Eydie bit her lower lip and handed me a piece of paper from the file. “You know I only care for you, my favorite.” I was never a fan of her little pet name for me.
I reluctantly let go of her hand and focused on the paper, skimming the page. I read silently to myself while Eydie continued to speak.
“Ziggy Slater has been deemed extremely violent and hostile. According to the long lists of specialists who interviewed him, he’s predicted to snap at any moment, acting out in the most vicious and brutal ways."
You’re telling me.
I tossed the paper aside. “This is nothing I didn’t already know, Eydie. And I still don’t see how any of this fucking matters. Yeah, Ziggy is unstable. But he’s always been that way.”
Eydie approached me and grabbed my face. “It matters because Ziggy Slater violently killed three people with no remorse. For you.” I had to force myself to focus, so transfixed by her allure.
Wait. Three?
Eydie noticed the confusion on my face. “Oh yes. We all know how he brutally murdered his father, but did you know he also murdered his attorney and the judge overseeing his arraignment?” I stared up at her in horror. “Oh. Did you not know that?” My head shook ever so lightly. “Well, now you do. But the most interesting part of all of that isn’t the violence or gruesome murders. No. It’s the fact that Ziggy Slater, your stepbrother, did all of this to get toyou.”
“I didn’t ask for it, Eydie,” I whispered as she leaned forward, her mouth nearly touching mine.
Eydie’s hands slipped under my shirt. I gasped, enjoying her gentle touch. “I know you didn’t,” she whispered into my mouth. “But he’s here now. And I can’t bear the thought of him trying to reclaim you. Not after I’ve worked so fucking hard to get you all to myself. You’re my favorite, you know.” Eydie extended her tongue and licked my face. I nearly wept at her touch, aching to let her claim me again.
Eydie’s fingers slithered down my chest, reaching beneath my pants. My breathing nearly hitched as she began to feel me, pressing her soft fingertips gently into my pussy, all while she breathed against my ear. “I’m the one healing you, Koven. He broke you, and that’s all he’ll ever do. Break you.” She moaned faintly as I arched farther into her warm touch. “Let me heal you, Koven. Let me fix you.”
I cleared my throat, trying to form a sentence as Eydie continued to touch me, kissing my neck. “I told you before,” I breathed. She bit my neck and I cried out faintly. “I-I don’t want Ziggy.”
Eydie scoffed and instantly released me from her spell, peeling her fingers from my pussy. I whimpered as she walked away and returned to her seat at her desk. I sat there, my cheeks flustered and my body aching from her touch as she sulked in her chair. “Eydie,” I groaned. “You have to believe me.” She eyed me and raised her fingers to her mouth, licking my wetness from them. Fuck, it was hot. “Eydie,” I moaned. “Please. What do I need to do to prove it to you?” I watched her suck her fingers clean, the sexual tease making me burn. I stood and walked around, plopping myself onto her desk. “Don’t make me beg.”
Eydie wheeled her chair closer, her eyes fixated on me while her arms wrapped around my body. “It seems, despite your changed heart, Ziggy Slater is still very much infatuated with you, Koven. So much so that he did whatever was necessary to ensure his admission to Wellard Asylum.” Her body rose as her face hovered adjacent to mine. “And by the sound of how things went yesterday, it seems he is very much here for you. Nothing has changed for him. So how am I supposed to believe it’s changed for you?”
A mix of emotions began to flood me. I had left Ziggy in my past. My feelings for him died with my old self, but Eydie was right. Somehow, deep within my rotten core, he was still dwelling there. Still stuck and holding onto what once was. It made me sick.
I gripped Eydie’s face close and kissed her roughly, the two of us losing ourselves in such a forbidden moment. Her hand returned to my body, pulling me closer as we moved together, the tension only growing between us. “Eydie,” I moaned against her breath. Her eyes flicked to me. “Everything has changed for me. It was you who helped me realize that. Ziggy Slater can die for all I fucking care. I want nothing to do with him. I just want you.” I moved her hand beneath my pants, leading her to touch me again. Her eyes sparkled as she obeyed me and began totouch me the way she knew I liked. I rocked my pelvis towards her touch, us moving in unison as she fingered me. Our kisses melted into one another and I completely lost myself as she pleased me. My pussy consumed her touch, gripping her fingers as she slid inside me. “Fuck,” I cried out softly. Eydie kissed me harder, fucking me faster on her desk.
I was so pent up and frustrated, having seen Ziggy and being locked away in here. The only release I’d gotten had been the secret hookups between me and Eydie during our scheduled therapy. And I needed this more than ever before. I needed to feel alive and prove to myself that I could be pleased without him.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out as my walls began to constrict around her. Eydie only moved faster, milking my orgasm until I couldn’t fight it any longer. I moaned loudly, coming hard into her grasp. She didn’t let up. Instead, Eydie kept fingering me until I ached from coming so long. My throat burned from how loud I had been, and I struggled to breathe. “Eydie,” I whimpered as I grabbed her wrist. “Fuck.”
Eydie slowly moved her fingers from my body. I whimpered in her absence, still trying to control my breathing. “Pity.” She sucked her fingers dry and smiled. “I was just starting to really work myself up.” I bit my lip and shook my head.
Eydie stepped closer and tucked my hair behind my ear. “What are we going to do about Ziggy?” she asked.
I kissed her hand gently and said. “Do whatever the fuck you need to keep him the hell away from me. But don’t underestimate him, Eydie. No one knows Ziggy like I do, and what I know is that once he has his mind set on something, there’s nothing that can stop him. So, just fucking keep him away from me until I can finish what I started.”
Eydie leaned close and kissed me again. “What if some things can’t be stopped? Then what?” I stared into her hazel eyes,watching as something clicked behind them. “Oh, wait. Instead of trying to stop the impossible, why not just change the game?” Her head tilted with a smile. “You know Ziggy better than anyone else, you said so yourself. And all he wants is you, right?” I nodded. “So, let him think he’s got you. Let himthinkhe’s winning this game, when really you’re the one in charge. Only then can we get you out of here.”
Eydie pulled her hand away and returned to her desk.
I sat there, pondering Eydie’s words. “You mean…use him?” She returned her glasses to her face and smirked as the door to her office suddenly shot open.
“Oh, right on time!”
BJ walked in with an annoyed look on his face. I rolled my eyes at seeing him, immediately turned off. “Please take Ms. Carter to her next session.” BJ grabbed my arm as I tried to break free from his grasp. “Don’t fight it,” she snapped. I knew, despite her professional tone, that was a heartfelt warning. I stopped and looked back at Eydie. “Electroshock therapy is good for you, Koven. It will help zap all those depressive thoughts away.”
Easy for you to say. You just have to sit there and listen to patients yap. At least I get to fuck you.
BJ yanked me from Eydie’s office as she returned to her work, pretending I was just another patient.
“This way.” BJ shoved me forward. I tried to fight him the whole way to the electroshock therapy room, but it was pointless. BJ gave no fucks and seemed extra pissy today. “What’s wrong with you?” I snapped. He didn’t respond. “Oh, is BJ feeling shy? Come on. Use that mouth of yours, big boy.” His face hardened. “What? Cat got your tongue?”
Despite my teasing, BJ remained silent and roughly shoved me into the small room. The waiting doctor and nurses wasted no time forcing me into the medieval-looking chair as theyroughly strapped me down and secured my body with thick leather straps. I could hear the buzzing of the machine as it slowly powered up behind me. I always hated this room.