Catching Pretty (Lovely Broken Doll #2)

3. The Warden

THE WARDEN

I t gave me more pleasure than I expected to see Ava struggle.

Her slender wrists already red raw, tugging against my expert knots, wet silk clinging to her bouncing breasts as she jerked to escape the chair, the curses spitting from her, before everything slowed and her chin fell to her chest.

She was never going to win. I knew that from the exact amount I’d laced her food.

But she’d given me what I wanted from her: fight .

“Good girl,” I whispered as I tucked her silky hair behind one ear and then the next. “You’re already doing so well for me.”

She was out, asleep, but just under the surface. Yet there was a part of her that could sense what was happening. Part of her body that was still aware.

That was what I was counting on.

I lifted her face and ran my thumbs over her blindfolded eyes. I longed for her to see me, to know me. But it was a temptation that I had to resist for the time being.

“You’ll know me soon enough,” I told her.

We had all the time in the world.

No one knew where she was and no one would come looking for her here.

Her lips were slightly parted in her drug-induced sleep. My cock twitched, imagining what it would be like to push past those lips. To have her tongue flick over my sensitive head the way she did to my fingers.

Fuck. I remembered the moment when she’d started sucking at my finger. And that little moan I’d elicited from fucking her mouth that way.

I’d almost given in. Almost taken out my cock and pushed it past her lips.

It took everything in my power to hold back.

Just like it would take everything in my power to do what needed to be done.

“I’ve imagined this— you —for years, Ava, and now that I have you,” I said, tracing her plump mouth. “I’m never letting you go.”

I kept brushing my fingers down her chest, pushing aside the damp silk to reveal those perfect mounds, her nipple hardening against my thumb.

One day, soon, I’d spend hours teasing those nipples with my teeth and my tongue.

But today, I had other plans.

I tugged at the ties around her waist and groaned as her robe fell apart and I feasted my eyes on the glistening folds of her pussy, her legs tied apart just for me.

She was perfection. A work of art .

I slid my fingers along her folds.

Fuck, she was already wet.

Her breath hitched and her brows furrowed together in her sleep.

I brushed my thumb in circles on her clit and this time I was rewarded with a whimper.

She might not know who I was—yet—but she wanted what I could give her.

I remembered the way she stared at me when I let her see me as I watched her through the window. I felt the electricity that arced between us.

I slipped two fingers into her warmth, the same two fingers I’d had in her mouth, still damp with her own saliva.

Fuck. She was so tight around my fingers.

My teeth sank into my lip, expecting how she’d have to stretch for the size of my cock. How pain would etch her pretty features. How sweetly she’d groan in my ear when she adjusted and I began to rock against her.

I kept rubbing her clit, kept pushing in, stretching her.

Her pussy kept drawing me in, clenching me, her nipples hardening in response.

Such a good girl.

Then, when my fingers were in at the hilt, I slowly slid them back out, drawing more moisture from her.

The musky scent that greeted me made my cock harden even further.

Even though she was under, her hips rocked forward, asking for more.

My girl wanted more.

And I would give that to her.

A murmur of pleasure came from Ava’s parted lips as I pushed my fingers deep inside of her and curled them around to massage her G-spot.

A thrill shot down my spine as it made her breath quicken and brought a blushing pink to her pale cheeks.

“I’m going to wash you clean of him,” I said as I pulled my fingers out and gently slid them back in. “Every inch of your skin, every cell of your body. I’m going to cleanse you.”

She moaned in rhythm with my fingers. Her eyes moved against her eyelids and her wrists tugged slightly at the bindings, but I knew the drug well enough to know she would not come out of it.

She was trapped in this blissful dream. For now.

“I’m not going to stop till all you feel is me ,” I told her, my own voice strained as I fought against my arousal.

I’d indulge Ava when she deserved it. But there was no give for me. Never.

“Till I’m all over you.” I exhaled. “Till you’re full of me. Only me .”

Ava was close to coming. I knew by the pitch of her moans, by how the muscles along her inner thighs were twitching, and most of all by how dripping wet she was as she clenched on my thrusting fingers.

It would have been so easy to take her over the edge.

She’d already been so aroused when I fucked her mouth. She’d wanted to come then. She wanted to come now.

I gritted my teeth because I wanted so fucking badly to see that. To see how her body trembled, how her head fell back, how she sagged, boneless in the end. I wanted to see her spent and empty because of me.

But as Ava whimpered at a fever pitch, I withdrew my fingers, wet with her arousal. My hand shook beyond my control as I raised my fingers to my lips and sucked, drinking down her honey, finally letting out the unrestrained groan.

My cock needed friction, release. It needed her sweet, hungry lips wrapped around it, sucking it, swallowing all I had to give.

I groaned loudly as I released my rock-hard cock from my pants.

My fingers wrapped around its base and I felt my pulse throbbing, my hot blood pounding.

I stroked my length a few times as I devoured Ava with my hungry gaze.

I should have been more worried about my reaction. About how close I was to losing control. But I was too consumed with the way Ava’s hips bucked, straining forward, searching for me.

I reveled in the way she whimpered, so fucking needy for my touch.

I wanted to give it to her. Everything she wanted. And more.

And I would.

But she had to beg for it.

I grabbed her chin and lifted her mouth, holding it open the way I had when I fed her.

Then I stood with my legs on either side of hers and eased the tip of my cock past her lips.

The feeling of her soft wet tongue on my head as I thrust in and out of her mouth made my legs tremble, made my vision go white.

Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long.

I was losing control. And I’d barely started with her .

I loved her, but in this moment, I wanted to destroy her.

I imagined her eyes open, pupils blown wide as she gazed up at me from her knees, eager to choke on my dick.

I wanted to kiss my cum off her mouth, taste myself on her innocent little lips. Goosebumps erupted down my spine at the thought and I had to grip myself tight to keep from coming.

My panting filled the room. My groans became more and more animalistic as I thrust my rapidly leaking cock down her throat.

I wasn’t in control, no matter what I might have said to convince myself otherwise.

She’d reduced me to nothing more than a beast.

I wanted to tear into her, consume her.

I wanted her to be mine, only mine. Only ever mine.

All I’d told myself about keeping control, of following the plan was for nothing. I never stood a chance against her.

I pulled out as I came hard, my cum filling her mouth and dribbling down her chin and over her breasts.

To my surprise she let out a moan and her throat bobbed as she swallowed down my cum.

Such a good girl.

I grabbed on to the back of her chair to stop myself from falling over as the wave of pleasure subsided.

Fuck, look at the mess I made.

Anger at myself flared up in my hollowed chest. How could I have been so weak? How could I have risked everything I’d planned?

I stuffed my still half-hard cock back into my pants. I’d have to bathe her again. Clean her up.

But my cock was already hardening at the thought of washing her beautiful body, of soaping her skin as she lay with her back to my chest.

Fuck. I’d been so prepared. I’d built up my self-control for years. It had been impenetrable, a fortress. And yet it had crumbled like a child’s sandcastle at the nearness of her.

She was more dangerous than I ever thought possible. And I had no defenses against her.

My exhale came out shaky and uneven as I ran yet another bath for her, my desire for her already creeping back in as my cock began to harden once more.

I didn’t know what to do, how to hold myself back. I was helpless.

I’d put locks on the doors to keep Ava in.

But it seemed I needed them to keep me out.