68. Cohen

68

COHEN

I didn't have any plans of taking Emily out of that room or bringing her to my bed, but I slept much better when she was within arm's reach. It was why I often found myself knocked out in my chair in the observation room, my feet kicked up on the desk after hours of watching her both through the two-way glass and on the camera feed. I liked knowing that when I opened my eye, she'd be there.

Which also meant I wasn't letting her get away again. I didn't care what it took to keep her under lock and key, how much money I had to drain into upgrading my equipment and security procedures. Hell, I'd turn the damn basement into a fucking nursery if I had to. A mausoleum after that. Whatever it took to ensure my pet was never out of my sight.

I glanced down, my gaze tracing over all the soft curves of her profile, and had to admit she was beautiful when she slept. More than fuckable when her mouth parted on a sigh. And downright perfect when she wasn't able to talk back.

I watched her for another moment, then reached out a hand and ratcheted her restraints in place. One on each wrist and ankle. Then I shot her thigh with a hefty dose of adrenaline to counteract the sedative I slipped into her water bottle. My pet should have paid better attention. Then maybe she would have noticed I didn't swallow.

That was her job. When she wasn't too busy puking everything back up again. Lucky for us enough made it into her system or else I would have had a lot more work ahead of me and she would have had a lot more pain in her future.

Once again, I was only looking out for both our best interests.

Emily's eyes shot open, her mouth popping wide on a sharp gasp as she sucked more oxygen into her lungs. Her airways dilating and her skin blanching as blood flow was diverted to her heart and brain. When she started thrashing against her restraints, I knew it'd made its way to her musculoskeletal system.

"Morning, sunshine. I assume you slept well?" I arched a questioning eyebrow as she slung a few very unladylike words in my direction. "Now, now, is that anyway to treat the father of your child?"

"I'm not pregnant, asshole."

"Not yet, you're not," I hummed, snapping my gloves on before laying out each of my sterile instruments across the tray. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed doing this shit the old-fashioned way. But patience wasn't a virtue I had time to indulge anymore.

I could feel her eyes on me, watching my every step as I prepared the syringe. Flicking the side with my thumb and index finger until the fluid settled at the bottom. Then ripped off the light-blue surgical mask and tossed it in the medical waste bin. Most of this was unnecessary. For aesthetics. It had been a while since I had an audience and I had to admit I missed all the attention. It was a goddamn aphrodisiac if the grinding of my zipper were anything to go by.

There'd be time for that later. Right now I had a patient to attend to.

I stepped around the metal surgical table until I was positioned between Emily's legs, grabbing each ankle and drawing them apart before forcing her knees to bend with the makeshift stirrups I'd fashioned for just such an occasion. She responded with another sharp gasp and a lot more expletives.

I ignored the filth coming out of her mouth as I reached for the syringe I'd left to settle on the tray. Time was of the essence after all. The sample needed to be fresh, less than thirty minutes from preparation to insertion if we wanted the best results. Which we did, of course. Emily just didn't know it yet. Motherhood would grow on her. I was sure of it.

I lifted the hem of her new hospital gown, seeing as my little pet didn't appreciate the dress I'd gifted her, and peered up at Emily from between her spread thighs.

"What the fuck are you doing, Cohen?" she hissed between her teeth, but I could see the terror in her eyes.

It did things to me. Sent a shiver down my spine to the base of my balls. The kind that would have me popping a button if I weren't careful.

I remained statue still, refusing to show her the effect she had on me, before I allowed one side of my face to tug back into a smirk. "What does it look like we're doing, Emily? We're making another baby."

Before she could respond, I jammed the syringe into her tight cunt, rolling back a bit on my stool to watch the way her pussy ate it up. Inch after inch disappearing between a pair of pretty pink lips. Like her body couldn't wait to get another taste of me.

The thing was… Emily could call me delusional till she turned blue in the face. Claim I was out of my mind and only seeing what I wanted to see. But none if it changed the way she responded to me. How pliant she became in my hands or how easily she caved beneath the pressure of my touch.

She was just as obsessed as I was. I just wasn't in denial about it. And after a little more coaxing, my pet wouldn't be either.

I tugged off my gloves, one at a time, before tossing them across the room. Not bothering to see where they landed before yanking down my zipper and pulling my cock free. A few quick strokes from base to tip and I was ready to make sure the first dose stuck. Then offer her another, drenching her womb with so much of my cum my spermatozoa would be seeping through her uterine walls and finding their own damn eggs.