Naughty Patient

Sky's pov

I fucked up, I know, bite me. The moment I disregarded the lockdown rule, I knew I fucked up. The suspension letter on my kitchen counter was a testament. Do i regret what we did? Yes, would i do it again? Hmmm. I could still feel him inside of me even if it has been hours. His hands grabbing my hips, pulling my hair and taking me from behind. It fell life a fantasy.

I knew i had thing for danger since i was eighteen, when i almost ran my dads car over a cliff and felt nothing but freedom. My therapist then called it “risk seeking behavior”, over the years i tried to bury that part of me but Jagger could see through me. He looked at me like he knew every terrible thing inside me. I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter.

I was trying to proof myself, that i wasn't just another spoiled Montgomery playing doctor for fun, that I was capable, useful, smart, instead I got suspended for sleeping with my patient, who also happens to be a murder. I laughed briefly, walked towards the cabinets to get a drink. Taking a sip, I groaned softly, and pressed my palm against my eyes. I am crazy.

Walking over to the couch, I sat down staring at the blank screen, thinking about one man. Jagger. Danger wrapped in tattoos and sharp smiles. A man every sane person feared. A man I should fear too instead I crave him. The realization made my stomach twist. Then another thought hit me and my eyes went wide. 

“ Oh my God” 

We didn't use protection. I sat upright instantly, panic flushing through me. How could I have forgotten that. Because you weren't thinking, the moment he touched you, you went dumb. I buried my face in my hands with a loud groan. Could this get any worse? Quickly, I got my phone, ignoring the bunch of calls from my family especially my mom, I tried calling my doctor but a sound interrupted me.

I froze.

A soft creak echoed from my bedroom. My breath caught. Slowly, I lowed my phone, trying to be as quiet as possible. Maybe I was hearing things. 

Another sound.

Someone was definitely in my penthouse, which is scary because I stay alone. My heart started pounding. The security downstairs was impossible to bypass so who the hell is in my house? 

Slowly making my way to by bedroom and picking up a bat, I gently pushed the door “ hello” I called cautiously. Silence. Entering into the room, it was empty. Ok maybe there's no_

“ Miss me already, babygirl” 

My entire body froze. That voice.

There's no way. No fucking way.

I slowly turned around, only to meet with a tall figure behind my bedroom door. My heart nearly stopped. He looked different. Black shirt, tattoos exposed. Bruises still dark on his jaw from the bathroom incident. And those eyes. Those terrifying eyes locked on me like I belonged to him. 

“ How did you get in here? Wait no, how did you get out of the institute? What are you….

“ You look stressed babygirl” he ignored the question completely, walking towards me, I subconsciously stepped back but he held my hand stopped me. Caressing my jaw softly, I melted onto him, dropping the bat.

“ I haven't kissed you yet babygirl” he said, running his thumb around my lips “ so soft” he murmured more to himself. I should call security, I should run but I stood there like an idiot. Fear curled in my stomach but underneath it was desire.

Jagger must have noticed my internal dilemma, of he did. That slow knowing smile spread across his face. “ My reckless girl” I hated how much those words affected me. “ You need to leave” I said weakly. Weakly. Neither of us believed it. He chuckled, leaning down, close to my ear.

“ You have been thinking about me. My touch, my tongue…. My cock” he voice was so low, it sent chills down my spine. I swallowed hard. “ You should be afraid of me, I broke into your house even the security crawling everywhere. Yet you still want me” he said tauntingly and he was right.

‘ I am” Another lie

His hand lifted, brushing against my cheek, warm and gentle. That scared me. “ Liar” then he smashed my lips with his. The kiss was rough and desperate, like wanted to eat me. His tongue fought his way into my mouth, taking control that I had willingly given to him. My fingers grabbed onto his shirt, moaning into his mouth. I hated how quickly I gave into him. How quickly I forgot all the warning signs.

He pulled back, a tiny strand of spit still connecting us. I was breathing so hard, I closed my eyes, trying to get my brain to at least function half decently. Not waiting for me to recover from the kiss, he turned me around, started kissing on my neck, then he bit me, hard, I screamed in pain and pleasure.

He pushed me face down on the bed, torn my pajamas pants off, my ass on display for him. He smacked my ass so hard, I bit my lip to stop my moans, he massaged my bruised cheeks and then smacked it again. I whimpered. “ So responsive” he said still massaging my sore ass. I almost flew off the bed when his thumb made contact with my soaked clit. I was shaking with tears running down my cheeks.

“ I know I am not supposed to play with my food but this looks so good babygirl, you are so tight” he praised me, his fingers not slowing down with that sweet torture. I was a moaning mess. I felt him spat on his fingers, I jerked in surprise and pleasure when two of fingers entered my ass. It was painful but it felt so good. After playing with my pussy and ass simultaneously for a while he stopped.

I moaned out loudly while he groaned when he push his saliva covered cock into my clit. He pulls me up on my knees with his cock still inside of me we shifted slightly. I braced myself against the headboard while he keeps thrusting into me so hard that tears spring into my eyes.

“ Fuck” he grunts, his thrusts not slowing down even with my sobs.

“ Harder” I moaned

He immediately complies, grabbing my hips so he could jerk me against him with every thrust. Filling me so deep. A spot inside of me that I didn't know existed gets hit each and everytime, pushing me over the edge and into an orgasm so intense that the tears just keep flowing and I fill juices spilling out of me, making a mess on the sheets.

“ Damn babygirl, you just squirted” 

“ I-I w- what? I cry out when he pushes me down so I'm laying flat on my belly, pushing my legs together so the angle changed again. He got total control like this, since he's on top, pushing me down, while he keeps thrusting into me so hard I can't help the cries that come from me, both from arousal and the intensity. 

“ Fuck, you are so tight” he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. With one last powerful thrust, he cums with a loud grunt. Letting go of my legs, I layed there tired and sleepy. After a few minutes, I passed out.

—-

My eyes fluttered open slowly. My whole body ached. In a good way. I tried moving. Metal clicked. Then I realized my hands were chained above my head. Ice flooded my veins. I noticed how the room, my room, was was dim now, sending me into panic mode. I was still naked and in pain so I know I definitely didn't imagine last night. Jagger. Where is he?

Frantically looking around, my eyes landed on him, sitting calmly in the chair across from the bed. He was watching me, smiling. Not the teasing one I knew, this one was unhinged. Predatory. My stomach dropped. 

“ Jagger” I whispered shakingly 

He leaned forward slowly, elbows resting on his knees.

“ You know” he said softly, unlike him “ most people start screaming by now” a sadistic look in his eyes.

Then and there I realized how fucked I was.