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Just another hit, just another sleepless night. He failed to wrap his hand tight enough to feel anything, his thoughts too restless to focus on just one fantasy alone.
The ache in his body pulled him to the sleep room. The faint electrical humming of the lights was entirely too loud for his stressed out nervous system.
He regretted not moving you to his private quarters permanently. It was so much easier to get a quick release that way, and you were always so happy about a change in breakfast options. But Avellanos was already on his ass for the limited time you had together, told him he was an unprofessional pervert, hurting the cause just to get his dick wet… she didn‘t understand the special relationship you and him had. She could never understand the art of devotion.
Easterman smiled as he saw you in your bed. The sheets crumbled up at your feet, a worn out stuffed bear by your head. The smallest piece of comfort, you had fought so hard for.
Watching you, he palmed himself through his trousers, imagining to jerk off above your sleeping face and let you wake up in the dried remnants of his pleasure..
No, you‘ve been good, he wanted you wet and ready when you woke up.
His hand slipped into your ripped up pyjama pants, as if you had planned to grant him easy access. Always the obedient pet. His other hand pushed up your shirt, careful not to press against the bandaged wound. Your skin felt hot and sticky, his cold hands making you shiver in your sleep. Adorable.
You shivered slightly in your sleep, your clothing no longer giving you real coverage against the chill of the sleep room.
His eyes were fixed on your resting face as his finger drew lazy circles around your clit. Not applying pressure, not yet, he didn‘t want to pull you out of your slumber quite yet. You were sweating down there too. He graced the feverish skin of your face, you poor thing.
Franco had gotten you bad the other day and now the doctors kept you on painkillers and antibiotics. They made you sluggish, warm and delirious. It was a pitiful sight that triggered Easterman’s fatherly instinct to care for you.
His fingers pushed past your folds into the hot, slick heat and he smiled at how wet you already were for him. With your pants hanging at your knees he managed to move your legs open and place loving kisses right on your clit. You stirred in your sleep, letting out a quiet moan, as he lulled you into filthy sweet dreams.
He buried his nose in pubic hair, taking in the musk of your sweat and slick, as his tongue lapped ever so eagerly. Your smell was like a drug to him, or maybe that was the cocaine in his bloodstream, but either way he was rutting against the bed like an uncastrated dog.
His tongue was hot, even hotter than your feverish flesh, too hot to bear and in your sleep you scratched the pillow, clawing at anything to give you hold.
When he lifted his head, the doctor‘s chin glistened in the faint light and his fingers spread wet patches onto his dress pants as he hastily undid the buttons.
Your warmth greeted him so cordially. He didn‘t bite back the groan that ran through him and either it was that, or his immediate thrust, that finally woke you up fully.
Easterman pressed a hand against your mouth and watched your eyes widen in horror and your body go stiff.
„Shh sh sh, I need you to stay quiet, puppy“, he cooed, his hips slowly rocking against you, as you recognised his voice, „We don‘t want to wake your siblings, do we?“
You whined pitifully against his hand. Your eyes were still hazy from the drugs and your body begging you to fall back asleep. His face was blurred and crowded in shadow above you, like a sleep paralysis using you as its personal fleshlight.
He lifted up your feet like a ragdoll, placed them on his shoulders and bent your knees down to your chest. Your arms felt too heavy to protest and the change in angle sent waves of electricity through the blur that was your mind.
Sloppy slick sounds accompanied his moans and grunts as he pounded into you relentlessly. His eyes were fixed onto your face while you failed to focus on anything.
„I know I know, I’d love to hear you scream for me, but we have to stay quiet. Such a good pet“, he panted, his hot breath hitting your face and he felt you clench around him, your body reacting even when your mind wasn‘t present. You were his perfect reagent, his pride and joy and he almost regretted having you sterilised. What a view it would have been to see you marked and claimed and swollen with something that was undeniably his.
He picked up his pace. Arousal mixed with anger mixed with greed and the muffled little sounds you made were the only thing keeping him sane.
The sweetest thing on this wretched earth.
He wanted to dig his teeth in you and rip you apart, to taste the forbidden fruit that was your blood and flesh and bask in the glow of a nightguard’s flashlight who’d find his boss wretched, depraved and erect.
Your nails scratching at his arm pulled him out of it and he realised he was fucking you at a pace that brought you to tears and would let him feel his back in the morning. You looked at him so sweetly, so wet with tears and sweat. So pleading to slow down, so unable to stop him.
„Oh baby, I‘m so.. so sorry“, he hummed, his thumb sloppily caressing your cheek and his lips spreading messy kisses on your temple, „But Daddy needs it. Daddy needs you to shut up and take it.“
He stayed right there, your face the only thing he could see as it twisted in pain and pleasure. His balls slapped against your ass over and over again, making obscene sounds with the slick that has gathered there. You‘d need new bedsheets. Maybe he‘d move you into his office permanently, the dog bed was already prepared nice and welcoming. It would be an easy feat to ignore Avellanos when he had your needy mouth wrapped around him.
The orgasm that overcame you nearly knocked you out again. He felt your walls tighten, sucking him in with a force he hadn‘t expected of your drugged up body. It was enough to take him with you as well, breeding you so nice and deep.
He loosend the grip on your face to claim your lips and you kissed him back because your dumb puppy brain just needed a reward. He still lazily rubbed against your overstimulated core, making sure you were filled up well.
„Daddy loves you“, he whispered, the words barely landing in the dark lake that was your hazy mind.
A shift in position, a dip in your mattress, and you were curled up into his arms, his flacid cock still settled inside. He gave you water with his hand tangled in your messed up hair and he cooed something you couldn‘t understand anymore. You knew he‘d be gone in the morning, leaving you with a puddle of cum in your underwear, if he had the grace to dress you again. But for now you were settling in the warmth of his chest, taking every comfort he gave you. His grateful little pet.