Chapter 10

10

VICTOR

Six Months Later

S edona's on my lap, with my girth pressed tightly against her pussy. It's tucked under her skirt, and her panties barely do anything to keep it from brushing against her hole.

In our months together, Sedona has eluded and suggested that we just do it. She's used vile language to break me. Painting imagery in my mind of bending her over the table, parting her panties with my teeth, and tearing her pussy in half with my thick slab. Worst of all, she whispered these words while on her knees in front of me, stroking my cock and licking the tip.

I've wanted to accept so many times. Her hands, mouth, and tits have done a satisfactory job of getting me off. The same way mine have made her gush fountains all over this office. But fucking her would be the worst kind of disrespect. Her virginity is sacred and should be broken somewhere better than the equivalent of a prison. I can't wait for the perfect moment when we can truly experience one another in all our glory.

And if everything goes well today, it might be right around the corner.

"I need to ask you something." Our sessions have long ago devolved from psychiatric evaluations to kissing and cuddling before Sedona writes generalized notes or fake breakthroughs to appease her bosses.

"Uh-oh, here it comes." She adjusts on my lap. Her pussy strokes my girth, and it sends lightning bolts through my body. We've dry-humped in this chair before, felt each other's bodies, gotten so close to sex that her innocence is basically broken.

But now it's time to finally seal the deal.

"Here what comes?" I raise a brow. I allow my normal, animated facial features to shine around her. I no longer feel the need to pretend.

"Can't say for sure," she moans, "but nothing good ever came from that sentence."

"Oh, trust me. This is going to be good. It might even end with me inside you."

"They won't go for it." She pins her palms into my chest and parts our bodies.

"You don't know what I'm going to ask." But she does. Her blue eyes soften, and the pout on her lip says it all.

"You're too smart for your own good. You know that?" She shakes her head. "How did you even know about the program?"

"Inmates talk."

" Patients who get to go into the city aren't supposed to talk about it." She drops forward, and our bodies smash together again. Her lips immediately find my neck.

"You're asking madmen to care about the rules." I tilt my head far enough to allow her easier access to whatever she wants to nibble.

"You've got me there." Her tongue runs along my skin until her mouth finds my earlobe. She sucks it between her lips before sinking her teeth into it. I let out a soft groan. "But they won't go for it, Victor. It's only been six months." She breaks only to speak before she gets back to kissing.

"That I've been with you," I respond. I slide my hands up her body, cupping the sides of her breasts. I press my thumbs over her nipples, and the two buds are rock hard against the thin material of her lacey bra. "I've been in the asylum for over four years."

I speak before she has a chance to say no again. "You don't have to try and convince them I'm better. Tell them it's exposure therapy. You can be my standby. Tell them that I'm doing better and that you see me leaving here in a year or two at most if these tests go well. Tell them I've adjusted under your care and that this is the first trial of many to see if I'd be able to make it out there again. That's what this place is for, right? To make sure people like me have a second chance in the real world?"

"People like them. The actual patients," Sedona says. "People like you shouldn't be here at all."

I chuckle. She's right. I should've been in a noose a long time ago for my perceived crimes. But where's the justice in killing a man who does good for this world?

"Give it a shot. If it doesn't work, we won't speak of it again." It's rare for me to rely on others, and asking for help feels pathetic. "Do it for me, Doc."

"Why do you want to go out there so bad?" Her kisses make their way from my ear to my chin.

I was hoping we'd avoid this question, but it's fair for Sedona to want to know.

"Unfinished business."

She pulls back, and a look of horror washes over her face. "Victor, you can't expect me to?—"

"Sedona." As much as it pains me to do so, I release my grip on her tits. Time to be serious.

"Dropping Doc for my name? This must be pretty serious." She tries to lighten the mood.

"It's Bryan Rodrick. The boy who killed my sister." But he's a man now, and his punishment will be severe.

My statement knocks the wind from her sails. She turns away from me, and her voice goes awfully soft. "I'm sorry, Victor. I didn?—"

"You don't have to apologize. You can't understand what this means, and I won't expect you to." It's unfair of me to expect anything at all. Just having her on my lap is a blessing. "I'm the one who should say sorry. Let's forget it. I shouldn't have brought it up."

A heavy sigh rolls through Sedona's lips.

"I can't promise anything. But if you tell me more, I might be willing to help." A reassuring smile accompanies her words.