The moment Kim returned from her break and entered the room, she knew something was wrong.
At first she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, that she was just imagining things and he was still in bed right where she left him.
But he wasn't. The bed was empty, and there was no sign of him in the room whatsoever.
In disbelief she took another step forward into the empty room, her heart starting to pound. Had he somehow managed to get up and walk out of the room? As utterly impossible as that sounded, where else could he be? She had only been gone about fifteen minutes, he couldn't have gotten very far in that amount of time. With a sinking feeling she realized that fifteen minutes was more than long enough for someone to spot him out wandering the floor even with the skeleton crew on duty tonight.
She struggled to think of a logical explanation for his disappearance, grasping at straws. No, if he'd somehow managed to leave the room, she would have heard the commotion even from the breakroom. Besides, the idea of him just up and leaving the room was ridiculous. No, maybe they'd taken him out for some reason, and Keats had just forgotten to tell her. While that too was very unlikely, it seemed much more plausible than the alternative. She was about to turn back and go down the hall to find out just what was going on here when she heard a soft click directly behind her, as if someone had gently eased the door shut, wishing not to disturb anyone within. Kim spun around quickly only to find herself suddenly face to face with her missing charge.
"Michael," The words escaped her lips almost sluggishly as shock washed over her. It was bizarre to see him just standing there nonchalantly by the closed door, looking for all the world perfectly healthy and capable. If not for the pallor brought on by spending more than a decade inside and the hospital gown he was still wearing he could easily pass as someone who had just walked in off the street.
There was just no way he'd been able to make that kind of progress so quickly, withholding his meds or not. After fifteen years he should be unsteady on his feet at the very least, if not unable to stand at all. Kim thought back to his surprising lack of muscle atrophy she'd noticed when she'd first been assigned the task of sitting in here with him, and the reality of just how much of his behavior had been an act began to slowly dawn on her.
Kim didn't have time to say anything else though, because he was starting towards her now, moving with measured, confident steps that were almost graceful. She began to slowly back away as he advanced, panic setting in now. If he'd been faking this whole time, who knew what he was about to do to her? Loomis's warnings came to mind and she suddenly felt weak with fear. Was he indeed about to show the true colors Loomis had insisted lurked below his facade and end her right here and now?
Too late she realized he'd already cut off her access to the door, there was no way she could make a run for it without having to pass him, and at the rate he was going that wasn't likely to happen. He was getting steadily closer, cornering her with nowhere to retreat once her back hit the wall.
Kim opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound he suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, pressing her harder up against the white wall. Holding her there with one hand, the other traveled over her chest and snaked down to her skirt. Gone was that hesitant touch, or even the impulsive grabbing and pawing she'd experienced the other day. His movements were perfectly calculating, as if he knew exactly what he wanted, and had the assurance of someone who knew they'd be getting it one way or another.
With that same single-minded purposefulness, he tugged her skirt up high, exposing the panties she'd shown off to him earlier, cocking his head for a moment as he took the sight in. Kim shook under his hand, he wasn't exactly hurting her right now, but his grasp on her shoulder skirted the line between being merely firm and bordering on uncomfortable. She thought about scolding him or trying to squirm free, but something in his demeanor made her think twice about struggling.
Kim was honestly a bit taken back by just how much of an intimidating figure he cut now, something else that kept her quiet and tractable for now. Seeing him in bed all day never gave her the chance to truly appreciate his size the way she could now. Kim wasn't what she'd consider particularly small or frail at all, but the way he dwarfed her now sent a chill down her spine. While she'd had a glimpse of his strength the other night something about the way he was holding onto her now made her think what he'd done the other day had just been child's play compared to what he might be able to do to her if he'd really wanted to.
He brushed his hand over the scrap of pink nylon, as if contemplating on how to best remove it before hooking his fingers inside and tugging the panties down to expose what she'd teased him with earlier. Letting them slide down her legs to the ground, he reached for her left thigh and lifted it up, forcing her to lean back against the wall and grab for him to keep her footing now.
Michael let go of her shoulder then, seemingly satisfied that she wouldn't be going anywhere soon.
Kim's heart raced, wondering if she should try to reason with him, squirm free, or simply scream for help, but as he gripped her thigh a little tighter and pushed her a little harder up against the wall it was all she could do to try to keep a hold of him and not fall down. Not that he seemed like he was about to let her fall, no, he seemed intent on keeping her upright and right where she was for the moment. Again the idea that he could be so strong despite so many years being idle shocked her, it just shouldn't be possible.
And yet it was, and now he was reaching with his free hand to explore her what he'd just uncovered, drawing a low moan from her lips.
Looking into her eyes as he held her there against the wall, he touched her slit gently. Tightening his grip on her thigh a little more, he looked down watching his own finger slowly slide over those damp folds there, before turning his attention her clit. Almost experimentally he teased it between two of his fingers, pinching and tugging slightly. Kim groaned softly, and for a moment she swore he smirked. He continued to tease away, encouraged by her reaction.
She gripped his shoulders a little tighter, even though she knew she was in no danger of falling despite the growing weakness in her knee as he toyed with her. She was beginning to get even wetter now, coaxed along by those suddenly sure fingers. Another wickedly slow stroke sent her gasping, her eyes closing and squeezing shut, her grip on him tightening even more. If it bothered him he gave no sign, and she dimly wondered if he even felt it. He seemed far too focused on the task in front of him to care.
Michael continued to tease and work her clit, drawing another hard gasp from her lips. He was definitely in control here, and he knew it. Nothing she could say or do would probably stop him at this point and she was fully aware of that fact.
Kim eyes snapped open as his finger split the lips of her pussy to slide inside. His large, warm finger slowly slid in, his eyes now trained on her face, watching with amusement as her eyes went wide as she tried to keep her own noise to a minimum. She knew that anyone could walk past that door at any time, and they would surely look in to see what was going on if she couldn't manage to stay quiet despite his efforts that seemed orchestrated to test her restraint.
He slid his finger in until it could go no further, and then he just held it there, staring into her wide eyes as if he wished to probe there as well. His grip was still achingly firm, giving her no option but to stand there and accept this penetration both mental as well as physical.
The tables were utterly turned here, and Kim knew it. The incident the other night had been a warning she'd chosen to ignore, and now he seemed intent on driving the intended message home. Kim had only been fooling herself if she'd thought for a moment that she'd ever been in control, and now she realized that from the moment she'd taken the assignment he'd called the shots in his own way.
Now he began to slowly thrust, almost tauntingly. Those dark eyes burned deep a moment longer, gloating before flicking down to admire the view of his own fingers at work. He seemed intent on driving that finger as deep as it could possibly go, and then some, just for good measure. Her eyes fluttered shut, as all of her attention was now focused on trying desperately to hold back any sound or reaction.
Michael paused in his work for a moment, tilting his head slightly to one side and then slowly to the other, before suddenly snapping his finger upward inside of her.
Kim's eyes snapped open in response, unable to hold back a small squeak of surprise. As if satisfied, he returned his attentions to his work, fingers straightened again, for the time being. She had learned her lesson though and wouldn't dare shut her eyes again though, not while he was doing that. He had made his point, he wanted her to see, wanted her to watch as he worked. Wanted her to appreciate it.
Now he began thrusting his finger even faster, driving in deeper, forcing her to bite her lip as her breathing got even heavier. Another quick snap wrenched a low groan from her throat, and she mentally cursed him. While she was doing the best she could to remain silent, he seemed determined to force a reaction from her despite the dangers involved. If someone caught them, it would be her who got in trouble, not him. He might have been the one doing that naughty thing to her, but she was the one not calling for help, not doing a thing to stop him, not that there was much she could do truthfully.
In ironic fashion she was now seeing just what sort of restraint he'd exhibited since she'd been involved with him, it was ridiculously hard to keep silent as he teased and tormented her. How he'd managed to not only bite back any groan or sound as she'd engaged him but managed to play unresponsive patient for so long stunned her. It was fucking hard, and she bit down even harder on her lower lip to hold back a high pitched whine as he continued to probe, not daring to close her eyes again and risk having him repeat that maddening snapping motion that she'd never experienced before. Where he learned it she had no clue, she certainly hadn't taught him that.
Kim's legs shook harder, she could feel that inevitable orgasm sliding ever closer as he went back to tweaking her clit insistently, eyes boring into her as he worked. He wanted her to cum, and he wanted to look into her eyes as he brought her off, she realized.
Deep down, she was starting to like it, to her surprise. She shivered, and it only seemed to encourage him to work her faster, harder, curling his fingers upward as he drove her closer. While his breathing was becoming a bit ragged now betraying his own excitement, he seemed to determined to bring her off, and force her body to side with his own desires. To just make her cum was one thing, but to force her to... it was something she'd never experienced before, from anyone.
He pressed further up against her as he worked, and she could feel his hard cock probing against her hip at that juncture where her leg remained hooked over his arm now. It was obvious that this was only the beginning and he would want more once he'd managed to drag release from her. He seemed almost robotic, untiring, unwilling to stop, ever, until he had what he wanted. Kim doubted even if someone were to walk in right this minute that it would persuade him to stop, that he would just keep drilling away at her pussy until they pried him off and restrained him. Maybe even that wouldn't stop him.
With a barely suppressed groan, she gave in, cumming hard and sharp, her leg threatening to give way beneath her as the sensation washed over her. He withdrew that finger, wet with her juices, although he didn't touch her this time. He instead reached for his cock, freeing it from the confines of the gown. Giving her an almost appraising look, he hoisted her leg up even higher, and began to slide that hot, hard flesh against her wet opening, teasingly.
Kim managed to whisper his name raggedly as he stroked it along her slit, pausing to grind the head against her clit testingly before hauling her leg even higher and plunging in, drawing a small squeak from her lips despite her best efforts to remain quiet.
He tilted his head again as she whispered his name, before thrusting harder, driving deep into her pussy, spreading her even wider. She groaned hard, unable to hold back. As if encouraged he resounded by rocking his hips harder against her, holding her leg tighter as he drove that cock deeper and deeper, stretching her further, fucking her in a way she'd never been fucked before. It was getting more difficult with every passing second to keep her noises to a minimum.
His breathing got heavier as he worked that hard cock in and out of her pussy, pressing against her to get it deeper. Kim leaned back against the wall, letting it and him take her weight as that feeling began to jolt up her spine again, the intensity of it almost exhausting. It was almost funny in a way, now she too overwhelmed to even make a sound. There wasn't anything she could do anyway but ride it out, he didn't seem intent on stopping anytime soon. The fact that no one had come running in response to any of the noise made her wonder if the walls were thicker than she realized, or maybe they were all occupied down the hall too far away to hear anything. No, she could do nothing but let him continue to plow away at her pussy, and honestly, she didn't care anymore.
She wanted it, and she wanted him. She wanted him to continue fucking her silly, she craved it. And oh, he certainly delivered. Kim could feel his cock beginning to pulse inside of her, and she figured he'd be ready to go any second now. To her shock the thought dismayed her now, she wanted more, she didn't want him to stop.
He rocked harder and faster against her, drilling further as her pulled her leg higher, once again demonstrating his ability to not be slowed down by what might slow down most men. His breathing got heavier and she could see sweat forming on his face, but he still showed no sign of slowing down or easing up at all. He was like some kind of machine. A machine perhaps fueled by the desire for pussy, something he'd never had before meeting her and something he would likely never get again if the court decided to do as Loomis suggested.
She could feel his cock pulsing deep inside of her as he kept thrusting, his balls occasionally bumping against her inner thigh. His meat was so thick and hard as he plowed it harder and harder, like he was trying to break her with his cock. He wouldn't break her though. At least she was pretty sure he wouldn't. It wasn't like she'd be able to stop him though at that point. He had her trapped and he pretty much had her hypnotized.
If he suddenly pulled out and forced her on her knees to swallow his load, she wasn't sure she'd put up any kind of fight over it. She supposed that deep down, she'd always had a desire for a man like him. A man not afraid to take charge and get what he wanted out of her with his cock. Drew certainly had never been able to provide this kind of sex for her.
He looked down again suddenly, leaning back slightly and slowing down to watch as his hard, fat cock slid in and out of her wet, stretched opening. He reached down to rub her clit too while leaned back, sending a shiver through her body, a shiver she was certain he'd been able to feel through his cock. Kim was biting her lip so hard at that point, she was expecting to discover a bruise later on, if not blood.
She didn't care though. The more he thrust that cock into her sopping pussy, the less she cared about the consequences. About her lip, about the mess he was going to make of both of them, or even about someone walking in on them, especially Loomis.
She almost let out a laugh at the thought of Loomis walking in at that point. She was glad she didn't, knowing that likely wouldn't have brought a good reaction out of the man pounding his cock deep into her at that moment. Loomis would probably yell, that round face of his getting red. He'd call for help while probably finding himself unable to look away from their fucking. Their hard, intense, messy fucking.
Then her thoughts drifted to Drew again. A small giggle did slip out that time, but he either didn't notice because of her other noises or didn't care as his own breathing got heaver. Drew would probably yell too. And then cry. He would know then for certain that he had absolutely no chance of ever getting her back into his life.
Michael's breathing was becoming harsh now, as if he were getting close himself, and Kim groaned softly as he continued to toy with her clit, seemingly intent on bringing her off yet again. And when that happened, what would happen next? Would he continue, or would he withdraw, and then what for that matter? It would be impossible to go back to seeing him the way she had this entire week, that was for damn sure.
Those insistent fingers and cock brought her over the edge again, and this time she was sure he couldn't be too far behind her, with the way his cock was twitching in her and the way his breath began to catch.
Now he gave a jerk and she could feel that hot seed shooting deep into her. He slowed down then, leaning in closer to her, breathing heavily. For a moment, she wondered if he was going to kiss her, able to feel his breath against her lips. He didn't though, instead stepping back, slipping out. She watched him, catching her own breath, amazed by what had just occurred. Amazed by what he'd just done to her.
"Oh my god..." She panted, looking down at the mess they'd made together, her mind still processing just what he'd done here tonight. Kim honestly had no idea of how to proceed here, he'd turned her whole world upside down in the span of less than an hour. She was pondering exactly what to say to him now, her mind stumbling for the right words to say, when suddenly he reached for her again, to her shock.
He couldn't possibly be wanting to go again, could he? Kim felt more thoroughly fucked than she ever had in her life, and yet he seemed to want even more from her now. It was if he were truly enjoying this, not just her body and the things he could do with it, but showing her just how in control here he truly was.
He then suddenly pushed her down onto the bed, hard onto her knees. That was definitely something unexpected. Something no other man had ever done with her. She couldn't believe he even knew of that kind of position. Was it some kind of instinct? She didn't know, but she braced herself with her arms as she felt the head of that slick cock press against her messy slit again. It slid in much easier that time and before she knew it, his cock was all the way back inside of her.
He began to rock against her again, quickly picking up speed again. That had to be a new view for him too. He could see her ass perfectly from his position above her, driving his cock in harder. What a view that would be if someone walked in on them at that moment. Him standing behind her, her ass high in the air, pumping hard and fast into her pussy.
She reached to rub her clit herself as he worked her pussy more with that impressive cock. The added sensation drew a weak groan from her lips, but she didn't care. It felt good. Physically and mentally, she was enjoying it so much. It was naughty and risky and she didn't want him to ever stop. He could fuck any hole of hers that he wanted. He was a natural at it. It was almost hard to believe that he'd never been with anyone before her.
It was just another one of the many mysteries to ponder, but she found herself not caring about anything else right this moment other than the way that thick hard meat was pumping in and out of her, driving her back toward that edge she'd already crossed over so many times tonight. He truly was insatiable, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her as he continued to thrust deeply, reaching even more of her that he had before.
Kim shivered, her legs practically shaking as he continued to pound her, and for a second she wondered if she was going to be walking funny after all of this extremely unexpected intense sex. She hoped not, that would really take a bit of explaining that she really didn't feel up to right now.
He rocked harder and faster, breathing heavier again as she came all over his cock again with her hot juices. He tightened his arm around her as he kept up his rocking. She rubbed her clit faster, her unoccupied hand gripping the sheets of his bed tightly, pressing her face into the mattress as she let go.
She could tell he was getting close again, his cock pulsing deep within her still pulsing pussy. He was getting closer a lot quicker than he had the first time. Perhaps having that fresh view of her ass was doing something more for him. She didn't care why really though. She wanted him to cum in her again. She wanted him to fill her to the brim with his hot, white, sticky seed. Those thoughts alone were almost enough to her to go off again, his cock pounding faster and harder almost nonexistent for her for those few seconds as her mind focused solely on the thought of completely draining his balls inside of her.
His breathing hitched as he then began to cum again too, filling her with that sticky heat again. Finally, he stopped his rocking, his hips pressed flat against her, his cock as far into her pussy as it could go in that position. She finally pulled her mouth away from the mattress she'd been using to muffle her cries, breathing heavily as he stood behind her.
He stood there like that for a long moment, leaving her wondering if he was going to go for a third round, when he finally withdrew slowly. His still hard cock slipped out, their combined fluids oozing out slowly onto the sheets. He had left her a complete mess. A hot, sticky mess. Still bent over on her knees, she reached back to draw hesitant fingers through the mess, loving how it felt. She loved knowing that he made it in her, for her. The one and only woman he would probably ever do that to and he'd done it to her. That was the kind of thought that she could finger herself to before going to sleep at home.
Slowly, she climbed off of her knees, sitting on the edge of the bed instead, unconcerned with the further mess she would leave on the bed at the moment. She'd have to clean it up eventually and she knew she was putting both of them at more of a risk by just sitting there, but she wanted the enjoy the moment.
She had never been fucked quite in such a manner and she wouldn't change a thing about it. He'd given her something that Drew nor any other man had ever been able to give her before. He'd used her, he'd made a mess of her, and she liked it. She utterly enjoyed it. It was the type of sex she would never forget. He would be gone from her life soon, but she would always have her memories of him. Her memories of being the first one to touch his cock in a way that was pleasurable for him. And now the memories of being pounded by his cock, to the point of utter exhaustion.
But as nice as savoring the afterglow was, she had a job to do here, and she'd better get to it, quickly. Reality was beginning to set in, and she realized that she'd better clean up the mess quickly, and then there was still the fact that she had quite a few questions for her patient, more by the moment. She slid down from the mattress, and snatched the messy sheets off and deposited them into the soiled linens receptacle, again praying that no one took too close of a look at the things in there and simply washed them as quickly as possibly.
Once she'd taken care of that, there was the his soiled gown to contend with as well. He was merely standing there, watching as she scrambled to clean up all traces of their encounter, and that sense of bafflement was beginning to rise again.
"You know, Michael, you've pretty much blown any credibility with me now as far as being helpless goes. The least you could do is help me out here and take care of that gown." Kim couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed now, he was perfectly capable of moving around and doing for himself, why had he felt the need to continue to pretend, especially with her? It wasn't like she was going to tell anyone, that was for damned sure. How could she, without incriminating herself just as much at this point. "If you want to pretend, do it for someone else, not me. I think you owe me at least that."
He didn't move to help her though. He watched her, even tilting his head slightly, but he didn't help her at all. That only made her even more angry and it made her wonder if he cared at all. Was he more like other guys than he would ever know? Just wanted to fuck her and then refuse to do anything that she needed from him? She glared at him, seething as he continued playing the helpless patient game with her.
"Look, you can lose the act. It's not like I'm just going to somehow forget what we just did, and the fact that you are apparently much better off than you let anyone think. Why, Michael? Why pretend? For all you know, it's that pretending that's kept you in here for so long. Maybe if you'd shown some kind of progress, which you're obviously capable of, you wouldn't have spent over half your life locked up." Kim couldn't hide the frustration creeping into her voice now.
He seemed to have no reaction to the frustration she was showing though. He didn't even tilt his head that time. He just stared, not even blinking. He stared into her eyes, showing that he was focusing on her, even if he wasn't listening. Was he listening to her at that moment? She knew that he could understand things he was told. He'd proven that before. So why did he refuse to cooperate otherwise? Why did he refuse to move, to show that he could do things for himself? To show that he could perhaps one day reach a point where he was ready to rejoin society.
"You're only hurting yourself here, you do know that, right? How much of it was the drugs, and how much was a game, Michael? I don't even know anymore." She whispered, before finally walking over to him, and tugging the ties to his gown, pulling it off even as he simply stood there and watched. Kim shoved the soiled one down into the receptacle before pulling out a clean one, not even bothering to tell him to clean himself up, and nor was she going to do it for him now.
He continued standing there, naked, cock soft and sticky with their drying juices. He didn't turn his head to watch her as she put the soiled items into the receptacle. In a way, he could screw her over more than he would himself at that point. He was just standing there, unmoving as he supposedly had for all those years before Kim started cutting back on his doses of Thorazine. If anyone walked in at that moment, everything would fall solely on her. She would be unable to blame him for anything. He was doing what he was supposed to do. It was her who would appear to be up to no good.
This realization struck home hard, and with a heavy sigh she went for a cloth to clean him up now. It would all fall back on her, no matter what he did, so she might as well play along with him. He'd be gone in a few days any way, and if he wanted to keep playing games he could play them right into a cell at Ridgemont. She shouldn't even care really, it was his choice but the thought was still something that made her want to fucking shake him.
Without another word she cleaned him off and tugged the clean gown onto him as he made no move to either hinder or aid her whatsoever. She left him standing there while she went for the disinfectant spray and gave the room a good solid spray to cover up any telltale odors, before she finally turned back to him.
'It's about time for your Thorazine, although at this point I don't know why I should even bother."
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He finally turned his head slowly to look at her at the mention of the Thorazine. That alone created even more questions in her mind. He stared at her further, still unmoving otherwise. She wondered if he'd even lay back down for her or if she'd have to help him back into bed. It wouldn't surprise her if he pulled that on her at that point.
"Michael. Do you have any idea just how foolish what you are doing is? Why are you pretending? What in the world do you have to gain from it? You have everyone fooled, but why?"
Predictably he didn't answer, other than to shoot her a cool look.
"You know something, Michael?" She whispered raggedly, suddenly reaching for the preloaded syringe and squirting out the contents into the trash can. "You don't need this. If you want to play fucking pretend, go ahead. Let's see just how good you are at it."
His eyes narrowed at that, and for a long moment they simply regarded each other silently, until she finally turned away from him to deposit the empty syringe. She made the notation on his chart, pressing down hard with her pen as if taking her frustration with him out on the paper. Kim set the chart down a bit too hard, and then took her seat on the other side of the room, intent on waiting out the rest of her shift.
If he wanted to play games, then so be it. While she wasn't about to admit her part in any of it, a part of her hoped he wasn't as good of an actor without the Thorazine, and maybe, just maybe he'd do something to warrant a second look at his case.