Catching Pretty (Lovely Broken Doll #2)

8. The Warden

THE WARDEN

T he one-way mirror stretched the whole height of the wall. I’d designed it that way because I hadn’t wanted to miss a single inch of her.

Especially now as she sulked in her bed, her arms crossed over her chest.

That wasn’t the only thing she was feeling, though.

Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were hard points through her thin dress. And she kept pressing her thighs together, her knees up.

I saw. I knew.

Because I studied everything about her. Noticed every minute change in her breathing, in her skin color. I could read her moods, just like I could when we were younger.

She bit her lip as she covertly rubbed a forearm against her breast.

And I thanked my decision to forgo buying her any bras. From what little I knew of them, they were torture instruments. And the most finicky things to fit for a woman. So I didn’t bother .

Thank you, past me.

She rubbed her thighs together, her eyes moving back and forth across the full-length mirror, breath hitching as she parted her knees just slightly.

I pressed my finger against the glass right where I could see her wet cotton-covered mound was.

I can help you with that, little hummingbird.

She slipped her hand into her panties, moving it against herself.

“Are you watching, asshole?” she spat out, her voice coming clearly out of the speaker thanks to the microphones I’d hidden around the room.

There was nowhere for her to hide. And it seemed my little bird was hungry. Too hungry to care that I was watching her.

Perfect. Just where I wanted her.

Her breath grew heavy, her head falling back against the headboard and her eyelashes fluttered. I didn’t even care that it wasn’t me that she was thinking about. At least not yet.

My cock swelled in anticipation of what I was about to do. What I had to do. All part of the plan.

She began to moan, the sounds coming out clearly into my observation room, her voice sounding like it was in my ear, sending wildfire down my spine.

My cock ached and I grasped at the glass as if I could close my fingers around her, an involuntary motion.

Soon.

There was nothing I wanted more than to watch her fall over the edge. To be the reason for it.

Sorry, hummingbird. Not yet .

I pulled a small remote from my pocket and pressed one of the buttons.

Instantly, a white gas began to pour in from some of the vents above her head and a hissing noise filled the speakers.

She jolted on the bed, but she was half-gone, half-uncaring, her hand moving faster as she chased the orgasm. “No, you bastard.”

The orgasm that I wouldn’t let her have.

She covered her mouth and nose, trying to hold her breath. But it only staved off the inevitable by moments.

But it was inevitable.

Just like she and I were inevitable, had been from the start.

Her needy gasp caught in her throat as her eyes fluttered closed and her hand stilled.

I waited another sixty torturous seconds, just in case she was faking, before I pressed another button on the remote and turned off the gas. It swirled in wisps as it sank to the ground, creating a soft cloud around the bed.

I pressed another button on my remote which turned on the exhaust, sucking all the lovely gas away.

My control panel beeped when it registered that the air in the room had been filtered and the exhaust switched off automatically.

A thrill went through me.

Oh, Ava. Ready or not… here I come.

I entered Ava’s bedroom, my nerves already jangling in my bones.

Ava was sitting slumped against the headboard, her long slender legs askew.

The sheets rustled as I pulled her legs down the mattress so she was lying flat on the luxurious bed, then I rearranged the pillows under her head.

There. Much more comfortable for my pretty little bird.

I took a moment to just look at her, her chest slowly rising and falling with each steady breath, her features soft and peaceful.

God, she was so stunning it ached .

Her beauty was almost unbearable, from the full, plushness of her lips to the delicate flutter of her long dark lashes against her flawless cheeks.

Even the gentle rise and fall of her chest, causing her supple breasts to bounce with each breath, was enough to send shivers down my spine.

Her dress had already ridden up around her waist, showing off the curve of her hip and her soft mound, her panties soaked.

I grabbed the edges of them and drew them down her body and off her feet. I pocketed them for later before crawling on the bed and kneeling between her legs.

I pushed her creamy thighs apart so she was spread out for me.

Her pussy glistened with moisture, her pretty folds begging to be touched.

Fucking glorious. She was a temple that I wanted to spend the rest of my fucking life worshipping.

I lowered my face to her folds and inhaled her musky scent, my cock aching to be released.

Fuck me. Her worn panties didn’t do this scent justice.

The first lick of her, my first sweet taste of her, exploded on my tongue. I let out a groan as I sank further against her folds .

Her brows furrowed and her hips twitched toward me.

My darling girl was so needy. I wondered what she was dreaming about. Me? What I was doing to her?

Even though she was out, her breathy moans and gasps filled the room, mixed with my own low growls as I devoured her, tracing my tongue in circles on her clit, teasing her with light flicks and licks, before sucking the sensitive bud into my mouth.

I couldn’t get enough of her taste and my lapping became hungrier as a deep primal need took over. I gripped her hips, holding her in place as her body writhed with need even in her sleep, as I devoured her, sucking and licking her pussy like I was starving.

I pushed two fingers into her and fucked her with my tongue and my fingers as I ground against the bed. She rewarded me by soaking her thighs and my face with her arousal.

I had only planned to finger her. Just tease her just before the peak of pleasure. And walk away.

But she—this, the scent of her—the way her hips rocked against my mouth and fingers with every thrust. It was making me crazy.

I let out a growl as I sat up and released my cock from my zipper.

I shouldn’t be doing this. But I was past reasoning with myself. This was Ava’s fault for making me fucking crazy.

I lined up my dick with her slick entrance and pushed in.

Frrrrrk.

She was so tight. The feeling of her gripping me was overwhelming.

I pushed in deeper, spreading her, splitting her open, even though I knew she was going to feel me for days afterward.

Good. Soon I would be all that she felt.

I held myself over her with my arms, and once again I was struck by how stunning she was, her mouth parting on a gasp.

I thrust once again and this time, I slid in to the hilt. I slid home.

The pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with such force that it stole the breath from my lungs.

My heart pounded in my chest, the world around me blurring at the edges.

My body felt too small to contain the storm of emotions swirling within me—pleasure, rage for every minute of her that I missed out on, pain for having been torn from her, and something far more dangerous, something I couldn’t name.

I’d gone so long without letting myself feel that having all of it rush in all at once was overwhelming.

For a moment, I thought I might pass out, my vision darkening as the all-consuming feelings threatened to pull me under.

I fucked her, my hips slamming into her, my breath hard around her cheeks as I pressed my forehead on hers.

But I couldn’t stop. I’d lost control. All the years of building up my willpower, brick by brick, were gone.

I sucked on her tongue, drinking down her moans as her body trembled underneath me, as her cunt grew hotter and wetter.

When her pussy started clenching around me, I knew she wasn’t far off. Neither was I .

At least I had the sense to pull out just before she came.

I jerked myself off as she whimpered, her hips rocking forward, her thighs clenching on air, chasing my cock, my fingers, anything to get her over the line.

But there would be no satisfaction for her. No nectar for my hummingbird.

My orgasm slammed into me and I pushed the tip of my cock into her entrance, flooding her with my hot cum.

I sagged, barely holding myself up with one shaking arm on the mattress, my breath heaving.

I wasn’t even recovered before I began to chastise myself.

Fucking weak. Look at you crumbling before you’ve even really started.

Even after all these years, my critical self-talk sounded like him .

I should have known that when it came to Ava, I was helpless.

I’d always been helpless. No amount of time, no hardened resolve, could change that.

She was the one thing in this world that could unravel me, could strip away all the layers of control I’d meticulously built over the years.

And now, here I was, losing control again. Because of her.

My cum dribbled out of her pretty folds, a flower bursting with nectar.

I pushed it back into her with two fingers, a sick thrill going through me at the sight and at the feeling of her tight pussy filled with my seed .

When she was last under, I surgically put an implant rod in the back of her neck so there would be no accidents.

One day, I thought as I brushed her flat stomach, your belly will grow with my child. But not yet. You have a long dark journey ahead of you.

I kissed the furrows on her forehead, lightly damp with sweat.

But don’t worry, my hummingbird, I’ll be with you every step of the way.

You are mine . And I am yours .

Even if you try to run, you will never escape me.