Page 33 of Broken Surrender
The scientist startled.Sir, I would advise against that. Surely—
But you won’t advise against it, will you?the cameraman asked. The scientist hesitated.Double the power,the cameraman said.
Mr. Dalton, that would risk the patient’s heart health, and we can’t—
When can you have it ready?
The scientist’s shoulders sank.We can have Test E ready for you in the morning.
The video went black and I clenched my fists. How many victims had they used until Shin & Co Inc found their most valuable profit? A drug to make a woman want to fuck anything that moved? Was that how they were trying to treat HSDD, with an aphrodisiac injection? How many people would be hurt before any of this made sense? How many more would die?
Was that what the intruders were after?
I stayed in that office for a long time, mulling over what needed to happen. Shin & Co Inc had been on the downslide for many, many years, but this was horrendous. Making a woman respond to her bodily functions instead of her actual desire?
I checked the surveillance footage of Corinne’s bedroom. She was asleep. I texted the leader of my security team, making sure that there were enough guards outside of her bedroom too.
Inside of the master bedroom, Lena had been asleep for a few hours now, subtle snores whistling from her nose. I stripped down to my boxer briefs, sliding into the bed next to her. She smelled good—like honey and grapes—that when she stirred, I pulled her in closer to me. The robe was pushed up on her back, exposing her legs, I pressed her against me, needing her warmth.
My dick throbbed and she pressed her hips into my cock. “Please,” she whispered.
I nuzzled her neck, my cock pressing between her ass cheeks. “Please what, puppet?” I asked.
“Please,” she whispered, “Fuck me.”
For half of a second, I thought about that video. The pure desperation in the woman’s eyes as she begged the cameraman and the scientist to fuck her. But Lena wasn’t chained to a wall, injected with a syringe. She was lying in a bed, completely free. She could stop me if she wanted.
But was she free?
I told myself that she had made her decision, and she could stop me if she wanted to. I pressed into her backside, hoisting her robe up, pushing her panties to the side. “Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”
“Please fuck me,” she stammered.
I ran my fingers across her pussy, sopping wet with her need. I moaned, playing with her folds, knowing that simply the idea of me fucking her made her wet. I pressed into her, and she tensed up everywhere, but she pressed her hips into me, sucking me in, the velvet walls of her pussy so captivating, my vision went white.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
“Desmond,” she cried. I reached around her, rubbing her clit, massaging her at a steady pace. This time, I wasn’t going to deny her. I wanted to give everything to her.
“Come for me,” I commanded.
She bucked her hips, fucking me as much as she could, and though I wanted to ram into her, I wanted to see how she wanted it. Her pussy squeezed around my cock with each pulse closer to her orgasm, teasing the hell out of me, but I restrained myself, waiting untilshecame first. Because as much as I hated it, this wasn’t about my pleasure anymore, but about making her see what pleasure could be. About showing her what that kind of trust was like. I grasped her breasts, playing with her nipples and clit, and she twisted, moaning, until finally she let go, her entire body shuddering with abandon like a creature ripped from the depths of the earth.
After that, I didn’t hold back. I fucked her hard, made sure she endured every part of me. I kept using her, edging orgasm after orgasm out of her until she was barely able to breathe, and that’s when I finally came, pulling out and covering her in my come.
She smiled at me, completely destroyed by the act, but thoroughly satisfied. Power soaked through me, but my mind wandered to those videos. The empty vial in the drawer. Was that a random vial, or had her husband used Test E on Lena?
Was that Eros? Could it make Lena want something she had no desire for? How long did it last?
She furrowed her brows at me. “What’s that look on your face?”
I didn’t need to bother her with that. “Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked.
She grinned. “You want to know?” I didn’t say anything, my mind too occupied to enjoy the banter, so she continued: “I loved it.”
I studied her: flushed cheeks, tousled hair, damp skin.
“You came,” I said, stating the objective fact. “But that doesn’t mean you enjoyed it.”
