Chapter Fifteen
It was four thirty in the morning as I tied up a bag of evidence to be destroyed. Trish was successfully dumped back at the bar without getting blood in my trunk. As soon as I arrived at the safety of my home, I removed the fabric liner of the trunk and replaced it with a new one I kept in a supply shed in the corner of my backyard. My car was the first thing to get a deep cleaning, and I just worked my way backwards.
After pressure washing the bloody trail in the cement, I made my way inside my sanctuary and began pressure washing the ground. Spraying the water to the various drains in the room made the initial clean up pretty easy. As I sprayed down the gurney, my darkness sat on my workbench, shaking her head.
“Yeah, yeah, save it. I was angry—it was personal—now I'm paying the price,” I said before she could taunt me.
Throwing up her hands in defeat, she went back to watching me from her perch.
My scrubs were soaked from the spray, but I kept going. Once satisfied with the pressure washer, I rolled up the long hose and left it outside at the back door. Reaching into the supply closet, I pulled out a large rubber floor squeegee and pushed it across the floor, guiding the water toward the drains.
My last step was to clean and disinfect the floor and gurney, removing all evidence of blood. It has been helpful being involved with law enforcement; I had access to the best crime scene cleaners.
I was finally finished, and stood in the middle of my sanctuary after putting the floor squeegee away. With my hands on my hips, I took a deep breath and sighed.
“This is why you can't make it personal,” my darkness lectured.
Ignoring her, I stepped out of my soaked theater shoes and scrub pants, stuffing them into the last trash bag of evidence to burn. My sore muscles screamed as I pulled my scrub top over my head to toss in the bag as well.
“God, I need a shower,” I groaned, as I stacked the trash bag with the others on the ground near the senator's body on the table.
In only my bra and thong, I grabbed my clothes, heels, and phone and made my way out of my sanctuary and toward my home. Once safely inside, I locked the deadbolt and stepped into my slippers I had left by the door. Placing my pumps in the now vacant space on the floor, I made my way upstairs to the master suite. Pushing open the door and lifting the dimmer light switch, I turned the overhead lights on halfway.
Laying my clothes and my coat down on my bed, I was about to toss my phone down as well, but I couldn't help but check on Camden.
Navigating to my security app, I tapped the icon, pulling up the hidden cameras in his bedroom. I was expecting to find him fast asleep since it was almost five in the morning, and I dosed him very heavily. So, I wasn't expecting to see him on his knees at the foot of his bed, naked, and with a black hand towel laid out in front of him.
Switching to a different camera view, I saw him fisting himself, pumping his cock in long, languid movements. He tossed his head back, his lips slightly parted as his chest was rising and falling in shaky, ragged breaths.
Was his mouth moving? I thought as I switched on the audio.
“Oh god, Helena, fuck,” Camden moaned as he sat back on his heels, his hand twisting up and down his cock.
I was speechless, but zoomed in to get a better look.
“Helena… Please… Please let me come for you,” he whimpered and begged. The sight of him on his knees for me, begging to come, had my mind buzzing with lust. I couldn't help but reach down underneath my thong to the heat between my legs, and drag my fingers through my arousal, teasing my clit.
I wanted to turn on the two-way audio so I could tell him what a good fucking boy he was for me, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. He would look around for the source of my voice, find my cameras—I couldn't risk that. I had to have access to see him whenever I wanted.
Suddenly, his free hand found the little crescent-shaped cuts I left on his lower abs as he continued to pump himself. My eyes were laser focused on that hand as he positioned his fingertips over the cuts that my nails made.
“Was this you, Helena? Did you fuck me while I was sleeping? Fuck, make me bleed again, please… Oh, god,” Camden groaned as he dug his fingernails into the same cuts I made on him. He whimpered and moaned as his climax was building.
I was entranced; I couldn’t move. Watching Camden submit to me without even being there was intoxicating. A swell of pride built up in my chest, and all I could think about was how I wanted to praise him, tell him how perfect he is, tell him how special he is. Before I could stop myself, I sat on the edge of my bed and pressed the speaker button to speak through one of the hidden cameras behind his shoulder.
“Camden,” I said softly.
“Helena, I hear you… I hear you… You’re…you’re in my mind.”
“Yes, Camden, I am. I’m in your beautiful mind,” I purred, making sure he was still under the spell of his empathic gift. “God, look how perfect you look fucking your hand while you think about me,” I whispered. I was gifted with soft moans as he slowed his movements.
“You like the gift I left for you, hmm?” I asked, watching him trace one of the cuts with his pointer finger again.
“Yes… so, so much, Helena.”
“I didn’t say you could stop fucking your hand, now did I?” I hissed as he halted his movements.
“N-no ma’am.” He continued to grip himself, but I’m sure a little lubrication would help make this moment more comfortable for him.
“Good, pet. Now, let me see you spit on your cock for me, Camden. Spit on it like a good fucking boy. Then, I want to see you continue to stroke your perfect cock for me,” I ordered in a soft voice.
“Yes, Doctor,” he whispered in a moan and looked down at his dick in his hand. He held his cock in his palm, outstretching his fingers, and spit just like I ordered him to.
“Good, Camden. One more, now, then you can come if you ask nicely.”
“Fuck…” He spit again, spreading his saliva around his length, and continued his movements.
“You’re such a good pet for me, Camden,” I groaned. “Faster, harder. Fuck your hand like you’re fucking my pussy.”
“Oh, god, Helena. Please… Please let me come… Please,” he begged shamelessly as he pumped himself, twisting and squeezing as he reached his tip.
“That’s it, Camden. Do you want to come for me?” I asked, his hips now thrusting, matching the movements of his hands.
“Yes, please… I’m so close. Please, Doctor, let me come.”
“Who’s cock is this, Camden? Tell me, and maybe I’ll let you come if I like your answer.” I asked, while circling my clit in slow circles with my middle finger.
“Yours, Helena, yours. This is your cock and only yours. Please,” he begged, his movements becoming more erratic and rough.
“Such a good pet, Camden. I want you to come for me like you were emptying inside me. Fill me up, Camden, show me how you would give me all of your come.”
“H-Helena…”
“Now. Come for me now, Camden.” I ordered.
“Oh fuck!” Camden cried out and moaned as hot spurts of come landed in streaks on the towel in front of his knees.
Watching him climax was like watching art being made right in front of my eyes. It was such an erotic, emotional experience. I had to shut the speakers off before he left his empathetic state and became lucid.
“So perfect,” I whispered to myself.
Camden remained on his knees with his softening cock still in his hand and his head tossed back. Suddenly, he snapped out of it and whipped his head around, trying to gather his bearings and figure out what was going on. The moment he looked down and saw the mess he made, he looked around, fear in his eyes.
“I see you, Camden,” I whispered to myself as I shut off the app, stopping my little self play and making my way toward my shower. Just seeing him draw his pleasure out that way was enough for me to be satisfied.
My alarm woke me at seven, and I groaned, rubbing my eyes.
An hour and a half is better than nothing.
Dragging my stiff and sore body out of bed, I began my usual morning routine of getting dressed and applying my makeup.
I didn’t have time for breakfast before leaving to pick up Camden, so I made sure to grab my container of spicy kidney sushi courtesy of Grace Kim.
I hope he doesn’t remember both events that happened last night. I got off, and then he did. Fair is fair. I chuckled to myself as I pulled on my peacoat and grabbed my keys.
“Oh!” I said out loud, remembering my lunch in the refrigerator. “Can’t forget my sushi.”
I reached to the top of my refrigerator to grab my lunch bag. After unzipping it and placing it on the counter, I pulled open the freezer door of my refrigerator to grab a flat ice pack. Placing it inside the lunch bag, I closed the freezer and opened the refrigerated side, picking up a glass reusable container. Smiling at the neat little rows of sushi, my mouth watered; I was starving, but I don’t have time to enjoy it just yet.
Tossing a few napkins and some chopsticks on top of the container in my lunch bag, I closed it and looped the strap over my arm. With a yawn, I closed the front door and locked it behind me, dragging my feet toward my car still parked near the back lawn.
“It’s going to be a long day,” I said to my darkness in the passenger seat as I started my car and began backing out of the driveway.
“It’s best if I just don’t comment. You got yourself into this mess. Don’t forget, we are staging the senator tonight,” she said, her irritated eyes facing forward as I pulled up to Camden's apartment complex.
“Just relax, alright? Everything will be fine. After work—” I was interrupted by my phone ringing.
“Good morning, Elaine,” I answered my assistant’s call.
“Good morning, Doctor. I am just calling to inform you that your eleven o'clock appointment called to cancel, and rescheduled for next week,” Elaine replied professionally.
“Thank you, Elaine. I will be back in the office after my meeting with the FBI about an autopsy.”
“Of course, Doctor. Drive safely!”
Hanging up my phone, I placed it down in the cup holder before standing out of my car. Closing my coat around me as if I was hugging myself, I walked through the unkempt courtyard of Camden's complex and approached his door. Lifting my hand to knock, I was surprised by him rushing out, almost bumping into me.
“Good morning, Camden,” I greeted, lowering my hands, folding them politely in front of me.
“Good morning, Helena. We, um… We are due to brief Jacobs and—”
“Yes, I’m here to drive you, since Vera is parked at the office. Luckily, my morning is open, so I can accompany you to help report on Connor Scott’s autopsy.”
“My car?”
I watched Camden's eyes as he stared over my shoulder, replaying all the events of last night: starting at the bar, to Trish’s unsolicited touch, to our play time together, to, finally, his solo time. Suddenly he snapped out of it, and I lifted a curious eyebrow, but waited patiently for him to act.
“Remember?” I asked gently.
“Yes, Doc—yes, Helena.” He caught himself and offered me his arm before walking to my car.