7. Madison
Madison
I found myself bent over Adrian’s desk for the third time today with my hands tied behind my back and face buried in the stack of papers he had been working on before he felt as though I needed an attitude adjustment —or at least that was what he was calling it now.
Any time I didn’t fit the mold he was pounding me into, this was my punishment—fucking me into submission—and today I was all sorts of disobedient.
I purposely wanted to push my limits with Adrian, to see precisely how far I could go before he decided I wasn’t worth the effort and just killed me instead. A dark thought that crossed my mind more times than I’d like to admit.
His hand wrapped in my long hair before he pulled, yanking my head as far back as it would go without snapping my neck like a twig.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Was he worth it?” He hissed beside my ear with sheer malice, his fist twisting tighter until it felt as if my strands were coming out from the root.
“Fuck… you… Adrian.” I seethed through my heavy pants, not giving him an inch.
My cunt had already been fucked raw, so there wasn’t anything left to take from me at this point. I had been in so much pain that I turned numb.
Adrian wouldn’t let me come for over a week, and I had grown fed up with his sick form of torture, so instead of begging him to let me come like he always wanted, I went out and found someone who would—multiple times at that, and Adrian wasn’t too fond of my willingness to find release elsewhere—to come around a cock that wasn’t his.
“Gladly.” Adrian roughly ripped me from his desk, papers flying across the room as he forced me down onto my knees before him.
Tears were already threatening to flood my eyes, but I wasn’t ready to give in to him just yet.
“But seeing as your greedy cunt has already had its fill for the day, I’ll fuck your mouth instead.
” He tilted my head back at an angle before lining his already hard cock up with my lips.
“Open wide, Madison. Let me see that pretty little throat of mine.”
His. That was all I was to him—his fucking property. Adrian didn’t share his things, and I was no exception; if only he satisfied me instead of leaving me dangling off the edge of a climax-cliff day after day.
Adrian harshly filled my mouth; his tightening grip was my only warning not to bite down. He knew I wanted to, and that was what made this even more gratifying to him—knowing that no matter what, I was still just his little cum slut, taking whatever he was giving me.
I gagged as he pounded the back of my throat, shoving himself as far down as he could before pulling back completely, a mix of pre-cum and drool coating my chin. I didn’t need a mirror to see just how much of a dirty whore I looked in my current state.
A few more deep thrusts and Adrian had released himself down the back of my throat, filling it with his white-hot rage before pulling out and letting the rest fall to my chest.
I whimpered as I choked on his cum, swallowing so I could breathe easier, my head hanging in shameful defeat as I felt the urge to vomit the contents of my stomach on the floor.
Adrian gripped my slimy and sticky chin, angling it to face him as he crouched in front of me. My watery eyes met his, and I could feel them burning with my deep-seated hatred for him.
“You’re mine, sweetheart.” He growled. “Fight me all you want, but I own you, and if you pull this shit again, I’ll kill every single man that so much as looks in your direction—and that’s not a threat. It’s a fucking promise.”
A crowd of Doctors and Nurses rushed through the ED’s double doors. Their urgency and frantic shouting told me all I needed to know—that we had a critical patient about to be brought in from the ambulatory bay.
As I casually rested my forearms on the counter, I watched Maggie, who had been manning the phones and nurses’ station all day.
The ED was louder than usual and packed with patients.
Almost every bed was filled, including the ones in the hallways, and at one point, I watched a nurse as she ran and hid in the nearest janitor’s closet, bawling her eyes out.
It was always hectic, and even though I hated working there, I thrived on the chaos.
“What’s happening?” I asked, tilting my head over to where the trauma team had just exited through the sliding glass doors.
“Violent sexual assault victim.” She cringed, pressing her lips together into a hard line. “They’re saying her boyfriend found her in an alley and brought her in.”
Just as Maggie had finished speaking, the patient in question was rolled in on a gurney and immediately escorted into trauma room three by an entire medical team. The white sheets wrapped around her body were already soaked in blood.
What the fuck did that man do to her?
I caught a glimpse of the woman’s boyfriend as he followed the medical staff closely into the room, and I slid myself in right behind him as the door was closed.
Standing silently at the far back of the room, I spectated as the woman was quickly hooked up to every available machine we had.
“Emily, start an IV with saline and push two of Dilaudid.” One of the surgeons in the room ordered as he looked over her chart .
I peered through a gap between a few of the nurses to see a woman completely battered and bruised, as though a rabid animal had mauled her half to death. Her left eye was swollen shut, and her face was covered in cuts from too many hard hits.
At first glance, it also appeared as though her jaw could have been fractured or broken.
“We need to control all of this bleeding!” A female voice shouted, another surgeon.
The woman’s arms were covered in scratch marks, and her nail beds were caked in blood; some of her nails were chipped and missing. She had fought like hell against her attacker, and most of the wounds that covered her body displayed just that.
There was a loud bang as one of the nurses covered her mouth and whimpered as she scrambled out of the room, knocking over one of the trays of surgical instruments that blocked her path.
“You’re going to be okay, sweetheart.” I heard her boyfriend speak from my right.
The nickname rattled my mind as I peered down at his bloody knuckles—which he quickly stuffed into his jacket pockets as his eyes locked on mine. You motherfucker…
Trying to be as loud as possible so everyone in the room could hear me over the endless beeps of the machines, I gripped the man’s forearm.
“Sir, I’ll need you to come with me to finalize your girlfriend’s paperwork so we can properly admit her into the hospital system.” My words were calm, almost cheerful—even though all I could think about was ripping his dick off .
The surgeon in charge of her care handed me the patient chart without hesitation, and I gave the boyfriend a saccharine smile.
To everyone else in the room, I was just taking the initiative and doing my job, but I was about to do so much more once I had him out of view.
“This way, please,” I cooed, gesturing him out of the door.
The man was reluctant to follow me, and he had every right to be as I led him out of the ED and down a somewhat secluded hallway.
I could feel him dragging his heels as I held on to him tightly, turning one more corner and shoving him into an empty patient exam room.
“Sit,” I commanded, glaring at him as I locked the door behind me and closed the blinds.
The boyfriend didn’t attempt to run or fight me, most likely assuming that there was nothing I could do to harm him and fully believing that he could easily overpower me if necessary, just like his defenseless girlfriend.
He couldn’t have been more fucking wrong. Sure, his six-foot height vastly towered over my five-six, but I was built for war, and I refused to lose.
Once satisfied that no one could see into the room, I turned to face him with a look that exposed everything I wanted to do to him. There was no point in being subtle when he was about to get exactly what the doctor— nurse —ordered.
“Look, this is cute and all, but if you don’t actually have anything for me to fill out or sign, I’m going back to be with my girlfriend.” He looked entirely unfazed by his current situation. He shrugged his shoulders and blew me off as if I was nothing more than a gnat floating by his face.
“You are going to stay right the fuck where you are, you piece of shit.” I snarled, picking up a scalpel as I approached where he sat on the edge of the examination bed. “You did this to her.”
“I didn’t do fuck all.”
“Then explain your knuckles and nail beds? Because those sure as shit don’t look like defensive wounds on your hands.”
He casually removed his hands from his jacket pockets and held them up, inspecting them as if he hadn’t seen the extent of the damage until now.
I was confident that if I pulled up his sleeves, I would find claw marks from his girlfriend all over his forearms, dried blood and all.
“So they don’t. But no one will take your word for it—an ED nurse who wasn't even there. The bitch deserved what she had coming to her.”
All I could hear was Adrian’s voice in my head—the degradation, the knife cut of his words all those years ago. This man was no better than him, and he needed to be put in his place.
“I don’t have time to deal with you right now in the manner you so rightfully deserve, but you can bet your sorry ass that I’ll make time tomorrow…” I spoke coolly before dropping the scalpel to the floor.
I pulled out a syringe filled with a sedative from my scrubs pocket—one that I had prepped earlier for another patient—and launched myself at him .
My jaw clenched tight as I put my full force into driving the needle into the side of his neck, pushing hard on the plunger as he attempted to fight me off once it was deep enough into his muscle.
This poor motherfucker has no idea what kind of monster he has just awakened.