Chapter Twenty-Four
“I’m sorry, Camden,” I whispered in his ear as I pressed a syringe with the largest dose I had prepared.
Immediately, his head bobbed forward as he fought to stay conscious.
“God, Helena. P-Please… I need more. Fuck, please give me more,” He moaned.
Turning around toward a drawer behind me, I pulled out a second syringe and circled him, gripping his chin and forcing his eyes to look into mine.
“You want more, pet?” I purred, slowly pressing the needle into his neck. He groaned in pleasure as I emptied the second syringe into him, and his head fell forward, losing consciousness.
Taking both syringes, I capped them, tucking them away in the drawer on the other side of the room. Unable to help myself, I stood in front of Camden, gripping his hard length over his slacks, remembering how perfect his cock felt inside of me.
“God, I want you, pet. I can’t wait until you take what you want.”
“We don’t have a lot of time. Let’s get him up and going,” my darkness said impatiently, standing from my chair at the table. Forcing a nod in reply, I trailed my hands up Camden’s chest, leaning close to his ear.
“Wake up for me, pet. We have work to do.”
Camden groaned, lifting his head.
“Doctor,” he said flatly. His eyes were dark and glazed over.
Perfect.
“Come with me, love. We need to return the senator to his office.” I trailed a finger down his jawline, and he stood like the perfect pet he was.
“Yes, Doctor.”
Camden followed behind me, with my darkness behind him, as we exited the dining room. We continued walking through the kitchen toward the back door that led to my backyard and entrance, to my sanctuary.
“Are you ready, pet? Let’s roll up your sleeves so you don’t make a mess of that shirt, hmm?” Camden reached his arms out to me, allowing me to roll them up neatly to his elbows. “Perfect.” I grabbed my keys off the hook near the door, giving him one more look to make sure his eyes were still dark.
He’s reacting perfectly to my serum.
Opening the door, we stepped out into the cool night air. Camden continued to follow me as we approached my sanctuary door. Making quick work of the locks, I pulled it open, allowing him to enter first.
“Mind the steps, pet.”
Handing Camden my keys, he unlocked the door leading into my sanctuary, and I couldn’t help the nerves building in my chest. No one has ever entered here, and if my plan goes wrong, my life is over. Camden pulled the door open for me, and I stepped inside.
“Leave the keys in the lock and keep the door open. We will need this exit. Are you comfortable carrying about one hundred eighty pounds of dead weight?” I asked him.
“Not a problem, Doctor,” Camden said with a nod.
“Such a good boy for me, pet,” I said, fisting his shirt, pulling his lips to mine.
I could still taste the liver on his tongue, and I moaned into his mouth. Wrapping his arms around me, he cupped my ass, digging his fingertips into my skin, pulling my body close to his. Pressing his hips into mine, I could feel his hard length and reached in between us, gripping him firmly.
“God, Doctor, what I wouldn’t give,” Camden groaned, kissing my neck.
“What do you want, Camden?” I moaned as he bit down on my shoulder.
“To please you,” He groaned as I gripped his cock harder over his slacks.
“Wrong answer, pet. I asked what you wanted. Not what I want.”
“Doctor,” Camden shook, and I could see him fighting to regain control. This wouldn’t do—not at all. Stepping away from him, I sauntered over to my workbench, reaching for a capped syringe I prepared as a backup plan in case the first dose wasn’t enough.
“Come here,” I commanded, and he obeyed, his eyes squinting in confusion. Fisting his shirt again with one hand, I pulled his lips to mine as I simultaneously injected my serum into his neck.
His trembling ceased, and I had to ignore my arousal and get the senator taken care of before Camden regained control.
“Senator first, then I’ll give you everything you want,” I purred in his ear.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Such a good boy for me,” I whispered, placing the empty syringe down on my workbench. With my fist still gripping his shirt, I pulled him toward the table where the dead senator lay. “Put these on, then carry him over your shoulder and follow me to my car, please,” I said, releasing his shirt, handing him a pair of exam gloves from the box I left on the senator’s table.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Camden was strong; I was surprised how easy it was to pick up the senator, tossing him over one shoulder.
“Walk in front of me, and I’ll close the door behind you,” I said, and he nodded, walking toward the open door. “Mind the steps going up, pet,” I commanded as I pulled the door closed, locking the deadbolts.
Camden was already at the top of the six steps as I locked the last deadbolt. My darkness was waiting at the top of the stairs with her arms crossed, watching his every move. Making my way up the steps, I locked this door also, following Camden to my car.
He stopped at the trunk, and I opened it with the key fob on the keyring. Carefully, Camden placed the senator in the plastic-lined trunk, closing it with a firm slam.
“I’ll drive, we need to hurry,” I said as I moved toward the driver’s side. Once Camden sat in the passenger seat, I started the ignition, backing my car up, then driving toward my gate.
Ten minutes later, I was pulling up to the senator’s office. The security cameras and alarm system had already been disabled prior to Camden arriving at my home, and scheduled to be re-enabled in thirty minutes; we had to hurry.
Parking at the back of the building near the employee entrance, I studied Camden’s eyes. He was looking at the building as if he was assessing his route.
“Are you ready?” I asked, drawing his dark eyes to mine.
“Yes, Doctor,” he said, stepping out of the car and toward the trunk.
Joining him at his side, I opened the trunk.
“Quickly, please,” I commanded, and Camden leaned forward, pulling the senator up by his arms and draping them over his shoulder. With one motion, he lifted him completely over his shoulder and turned to follow me into the building.
Using the key I had premade, I unlocked the building and held the door open for Camden.
“Last door on your right, pet,” I said, closing the door behind us. Following Camden down the hall, I stepped in front of him, opening the door. Camden entered the dark room, and waited for direction. “Have fun, love. Stage him however you wish,” I said, and Camden nodded.
Moving toward the senator’s desk, Camden lowered his body into the desk chair, positioning him as if he was sitting up in the chair. Pushing the chair in, he pushed the senator’s head so his upper body fell forward onto the desktop. He turned his head to the side and lifted his arms to drape over the desk as well.
Not bad. My darkness said in my mind.
Not bad at all, I thought as Camden trashed the room to stage a confrontation. He opened drawers and file cabinets, pulling out random files and tossing them over his shoulder until papers littered the floor.
“We have fifteen minutes, love,” I said, stopping Camden in his tracks.
Turning to face me, his dark eyes bore into mine like a predator tracking his prey. Slowly, he stalked toward me, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The absolute feral look in his eyes sent a wave of arousal through me, and I clenched my thighs, my now damp thong getting uncomfortable.
“You asked me what I wanted.” His lustful eyes scanned my body as he stood in front of me. “I want to fuck you at his desk next to his dead body.”
“Fifteen minutes,” I warned, my palms finding his chest. He surprised me by pulling my hips into him, his hard cock pressing into me.
Fisting his shirt again, I pulled his lips to mine and spun us around, allowing him to back me up until my ass hit the senator’s desk. This kiss was different—it was desperate, hungry, and unhinged. Snaking his hands into my hair, he gripped hard, forcing a moan from my throat. Our tongues tasted each other, fighting for dominance. His grip on my hair shifted closer to my scalp.
Pulling hard, he forced our lips apart and my eyes to face the ceiling. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed and nipped his way down my neck. The sensation was euphoric; he bit hard enough to break skin, immediately soothing it after with gentle kisses. The contrast in sensations sent waves of arousal to the very core of my being.
“Doctor,” Camden moaned as I reached behind him, dragging my nails up his back.
God, I want to make these scars my own so he doesn't have to be reminded of what his father did to him…
“Fuck,” he hissed as I reached his shoulders. Suddenly, he lifted me onto the desk to sit on the edge, his hands sliding up my thighs, bunching up the skirt of my dress. “I’m fucking starving, Doctor,” Camden groaned, yanking my lacy thong off, ripping it in half. He held the tattered lace in his hands, admiring the damp fabric before tucking it away in his pocket.
Watching Camden lower to his knees in front of me was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Guiding my legs onto his shoulders, he reached one hand around, circling my clit with his thumb. Biting my lip, I moaned, tossing my head back.
“I want you to watch me devour your perfect cunt, Doctor,” Camden growled before dragging his tongue up my entrance to my clit in one motion. Locking eyes with his, I propped my hands up on the table, watching him intently. “God, Helena. You taste fucking delicious,” he groaned, burying his face in my pussy. Reaching around to my neck, I unhooked the clasp holding the top half of my dress together, letting the soft fabric fall down my chest.
He met my gaze again, his hungry eyes taking in my bare breasts. He looked conflicted; I knew he would want to taste every inch of me, but I didn’t want him to stop fucking me with his tongue.
“Such a good fucking boy eating me like you’re starved,” I moaned, fueling his appetite further. Pressing his tongue inside me, he closed his mouth around my pussy, expertly curling his tongue inside me while sucking on my clit.
My climax was quickly approaching, and I rocked my hips on his face, the extra pressure on my clit making me ready to shatter into a million pieces. Keeping one arm propped up on the desk, I pulled his head toward me with the other. He moaned in my pussy, sending me over the edge.
I wanted to scream his name as I came, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk him snapping out of his mind.
My thighs clenched around his head, trembling as my orgasm ravaged my body. With a satisfied groan, he slowly eased up, dragging his tongue out of my pussy. Curling his tongue, he licked his way up toward my clit, gathering my arousal and my come on his tongue.
Releasing his hair, he stood in between my legs, cupping my cheeks, and pulling me in for another heated kiss. I could taste my sweetness on his tongue as I deepened our kiss while fumbling with his belt.
“Eight… minutes,” I whispered breathlessly, unfastening his pants. “It’s about time you decided to take what you want,” I said as his slacks fell to the floor.
Camden pulled his boxer briefs down, letting them fall to his ankles with his slacks, freeing his thick, impressive cock. He closed his hand around his length and pumped himself as his mouth found my breasts. He groaned as he teased the stiff peaks of each nipple in his mouth.
God, I loved this man’s hungry mouth on me.
Lifting his eyes to mine, he groaned, tossing his head back as he pumped himself.
“Take… Take what you want,” I commanded, and he reached his free hand to my neck, pressing me backwards onto my back so my hair splayed out over the dead senator’s head. Sliding his hand from my neck down my body, his thumb found my clit again, teasing and circling the sensitive flesh while positioning the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Doctor,” Camden groaned as he slid his cock inside me, taking his time. “Fuck,” he hissed as he pulled my hips toward him. “God, you’re so tight.”
His body shook as he fought to restrain himself. Once he was fully seated inside of me, he guided one of my legs onto his shoulder, kissing the side of my calf. My back arched off of the desk as he thrusted relentlessly inside me, wrapping his arms around my leg to pull my hips into him to meet his thrusts.
“Fuck, Doctor,” Camden groaned as he chased his own pleasure.
“Five… minutes,” I said between moans.
His dark eyes found mine as he thrusted hard and deep inside me, forcing my body to move with him. My head nudged the senator as he slammed his cock into me and he groaned in approval. He released my leg with one hand to circle my clit again, as he dragged his teeth along my calf.
“Helena… Come with me, baby, please,” He moaned as his movements became more erratic. “God, I want to fill you up so you feel me inside of you all night; a reminder of how my cock feels in your perfect, tight cunt.”
Fuck, this man’s dirty talk had me ready to come with just his words alone.
“Yes, fuck, fill me up. Don’t you fucking waste one drop,” I cried out as my orgasm tore through my body again. My muscles contracted and clenched down on his cock as he slammed into me one last time.
“Oh fuck, Helena!” He cried out, removing his thumb from my clit to grip the fleshy skin on my thigh as his teeth sank into my calf. The sensations forced a whimper out of me and another orgasm. Keeping his cock inside me, he traced his bite mark with his tongue and kissed his way up my leg.
“We… have… two minutes,” I whimpered, out of breath, as he slowly pulled himself out of me. “Quickly now, get dressed,” I commanded, sliding off the desk, hooking the clasp of my dress together behind my neck and pulling my skirt down. I could feel Camden’s come inside me, sending a shiver up my spine, but I had to focus.
Rushing out of the room and across the hall to the janitor’s closet, I found a pack of disinfecting wipes and pulled a few out of the container. Entering the senator’s office again, Camden was buckling his belt, and I quickly wiped down the desk where I sat.
We can’t leave evidence of us being here.
“We need to go, pet,” he nodded, walking out of the room first, and I quickly followed, rushing to my car.
Once inside, I tossed the used wipes to the back seat and sped away before we could get our seatbelts on.
“You surprise me, you know that?” I said with a chuckle as I drove toward my home.
“Well, Doctor, maybe you just bring out the best in me,” Camden said, removing his gloves and resting a warm hand on my thigh as I turned onto the main street toward my neighborhood.
Approaching a red light, I looked over at a comfortable-looking Camden. He had his eyes closed, resting his head against the headrest. His hand on my thigh triggered my guilt again.
I wasn’t supposed to start falling for him, I admitted in my mind.
Well, you were right about your serum; I’ll give you that. My darkness said from the backseat of the car.
This was phase one of my plan with him. What happens next will depend on what happens when he gets called to the scene in the morning. If everything goes according to plan, I can start phase two. I sighed as the light turned green.
It was going to be a long night after I sent Camden home. I needed to plan on how I would get his father involved—the final piece to unlocking Camden’s mind.
Pulling up to my driveway, I input my gate code and waited for the gate to open. Parking in my usual spot, I gently guided a now sleeping Camden’s hand off of my thigh. Killing the engine, I stepped out and opened my trunk to gather up the plastic. Bunching it up into as small of a ball as I could, I stuffed it in the trash can beside my house.
You need to remember to put a memory in his mind before he leaves, so he wakes up with no memory of the senator’s office. My darkness whispered in my mind before disappearing.
With a sigh, I opened the passenger side of the car, leaning close to Camden’s ear.
“Listen closely, pet,” I purred. “We had a lovely dinner, and you felt a prick in your neck. That prick was a very mild sedative to help you relax. You asked me to administer it to help with your anxiety. Once you calmed down, I fed you some of the liver and straddled your lap. Your cock felt so good against my pussy that we couldn’t help ourselves. We made love in that chair and you drove yourself home when it got late.”
Camden shifted in his seat, opening his tired, glazed over eyes.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Good night, love,” I said, moving out of the way so he could exit my car and get into his.
Watching him walk toward his car aimlessly made my heart ache.
“Get home safely,” I called out.