IN HIS KEEPING: CLAIMED
: Chapter 12

The night nurse left 15 minutes ago and wouldn’t return until 2 am. Connor was fast asleep. Show time! Sylvie gingerly slipped out from under the covers and with the stealth of a ninja, slithered off the bed. She turned around to see if Connor had noticed. No, he was still dead to the world. Sylvie made her way to the door and without making a sound, closed and locked it. She didn’t want to be disturbed. Quiet as a mouse, she crept back into bed and lifted the blanket off Connor. He was bare-chested on top, but wearing a pair of flannel bottoms. Too many clothes! Thank heaven she had nightlights. The nurses kept them on 24/7 so they could go in and out of her room at night without tripping and falling or turning on the lamps. Sylvie’s hand hovered over the snaps. One by one she undid them, exposing his sleeping cock.

‘Hello there! Remember me?’ she whispered as her hand gently grazed his manhood. With a touch as light as a feather she stroked it. Connor moved a little, but continued snoring softly. ‘Long time no see!’ Connor didn’t stir, but his cock did. ‘Are you glad to see me?’ She suspected this was probably illegal in 30 or more states. Connor was asleep. He couldn’t give consent. But his dick didn’t seem to mind being diddled with. She kissed the tip and then tickled it with her tongue. That did the trick. Connor’s cock was wide awake now. It stiffened and came to attention. ‘Atta boy.’ She looked up at the headboard. Connor was still out like a light. Emboldened, she licked her lips and encircled the head with her mouth. Connor seemed strangely reticent about making love to her. She’d done everything she could to entice him, but he was holding back. He needed some incentive. For some reason, he’d had a hard-on all day. Sylvie kept offering to help him with his ‘condition,’ but he continually refused. His bulging erection had been hard to ignore. Even the nurses had noticed. She could hear them tittering out in the hall.

Sylvie viewed what she was about to do as a ‘mission of mercy.’ She was going to alleviate his ‘suffering,’ his discomfort. Her tongue slowly licked over, under, and around the head. It was growing right before her eyes. Hard, thick, long, and oh so yummy! Her lips sealed around the shaft as she drew him into her mouth and began sucking. Her head bounced up and down slowly. Her hair brushing his belly. It must tickle because he squirmed a little. She bent her head, driving his cock deeper in, until it touched the back of her throat. All the while reminding herself to breathe through her nose so she wouldn’t gag. Her right hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and began gently pumping up and down. Her palm and fingers moved in a straight line on the upstroke, then twisted slightly on the downstroke. She tried to sync her mouth to her hand movements. Pull back straight, go down with a twist. Giving head was like riding a bicycle! Once you learned, you never forgot how to do it. Connor’s chest heaved and then relaxed. He was making noises. But his eyes were still closed. It sounded like he was going Mmmm. Sylvie kept up the pace and suddenly Connor sat bolt upright in bed looking both shocked and bewildered.

‘Sylvie! What the hell?’

She released her hold on his cock and used her hand to push him back down on the bed. ‘Go back to sleep. I’m not finished yet,’ she told him.

He was staring at her incredulously. Was he dreaming or was she actually giving him a blowjob while he slept? Sylvie grabbed his manhood again, this time exerting pressure as her mouth began sucking voraciously and her tongue laved up one side of him and down the other. He arched his back and groaned as he emptied streams of hot cum into her mouth. She swallowed every bit and continued to suckle until he was completely spent and gasping for breath. Then she licked him clean. Yup! Just like riding a bicycle!

‘What was that for?’ he asked, dazed. ‘What time is it?’ He looked at the clock. ‘It’s 12:30 Sylvie. You should have been asleep hours ago. Why are you still awake?

‘I was a little peckish.’ Her eyes glinted with mischief, ‘Peckish for some pecker,’ she announced, bursting into a belly laugh.

If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was drunk. ‘Sylvie what is wrong with you?’

She lifted her nightgown and attempted to climb on top of him. But her knee wasn’t cooperating. It refused to bend. And when she tried to force it, the pain caused her to wince. ‘Oops…change in plan…you get on top of me!’

‘For what?’ He looked perplexed.

‘For sex silly!

‘No sex Sylvie! You’re not ready!’

‘Baloney! I’m raring to go.’

‘Sylvie, the only thing you’re going to do is go to sleep. What in God’s name is the matter with you?’

‘Didn’t you like it?’ she asked, looking hurt.

‘Of course I liked it! It was wonderful. I just wish I’d been awake for more than the final 30 seconds of it.’ Connor studied Sylvie a moment. She didn’t look right and she certainly wasn’t acting like herself. Sure she liked sex, but he could count on the fingers of one hand the times she’d actually initiated it. She was shy about sex and always followed his lead. Giving him blowjobs while he slept was a little out of character for her. ‘Did the nurse give you a sleeping pill tonight?’

Sylvie nodded, still looking dejected.

‘When?’

‘When I went to bed. And then again a little while ago.’

‘You had two sleeping pills?’ he asked in alarm. No wonder she was acting loopy. ‘I’m going to go talk to the nurse.’ He jumped out of bed, forgetting to do up the snaps of his pants. They proceeded to drop to his knees the minute his feet hit the floor.

Sylvie started giggling.

Connor did up his pants and stalked to the door. He turned the knob and realized it was locked. ‘Who locked this door?’ He asked, turning to look at her. He didn’t look happy. That was always a bad omen for her ass.

Sylvie shrugged her shoulders and tried to look innocent.

‘You’re telling me you didn’t do this?’

Sylvie didn’t say anything, but kept turning her head from side to side as if looking for someone else to blame it on.

‘So I guess we’ve got gremlins now?’ He sounded anything but amused.

She shrugged her shoulders again, but when she saw the dirty look he was giving her, she decided to own up to it…sort of. ‘I think maybe I did it.’

‘You think? You’re not sure?’

‘Fine. You win. I did it. I just wanted us to have some privacy. You would have been mortified if a nurse had walked in and seen your thingy hanging out. You should be glad I locked it.’

‘I’d be mortified? That’s rich! I was asleep. She couldn’t have seen my ‘thingy’ as you call it. It was in your mouth the whole time. Remember?’ he reminded her sarcastically.

She blushed. ‘I just wanted to get you in the mood so we could make love. Don’t you want to?’

‘Of course I want to. I want that more than anything. But we can’t. Not until you’re all healed up down there.’ He knew the minute the words left his mouth that he’d made a big mistake. She could see the bruises, wounds, and various incisions covering her body. But the damage done to her sex left no visible scars. She was probably unaware that she’d even been hurt there.

Sylvie stared at him a minute. You could almost see the wheels turning inside her head as she mulled over his words. ‘I was hurt down there?’ Her eyes searched his face. ‘You don’t mean the infection do you?’ Sylvie got very quiet. She tried to remember. Though she’d been out of it most of the time, she could recall nurses putting things in her at the hospital. She thought the pain and burning sensation she’d felt between her legs had something to do with the catheter, but now realized they were putting things into her vagina, and smearing ointment on the entire area. ‘What did he do to me?’ If she’d been loopy before, she wasn’t now. She was dead serious.

Connor didn’t know how to answer. Should he tell her? The doctors seemed to think it was important that she remember. They said it was part of the healing process. But he thought they needed to concentrate on one thing at a time. Right now she needed to get her body well, heal the physical injuries. They’d deal with the emotional scars later when she was stronger. He didn’t want…

‘Did he rape me?’ When he didn’t respond she asked again, emphasizing each word. ‘Did…he…rape…me?‘

Connor swallowed hard, he didn’t want to do this now. It was too soon. But he didn’t have a choice. He couldn’t lie to her. ‘I don’t know how to explain this,’ he told her. ‘They don’t think he physically raped you, penetrated you himself.’

‘But…’ She tried to steel herself for what was coming.

‘But he did sexually assault you…with an object.’

Her hands moved to cover her face and she started sobbing.

He rushed to the bed, sat down, and took her in his arms. ‘Oh God Sylvie. I am so sorry, so very sorry.’ He pulled her into his lap and began rocking her like a baby. He felt so helpless.

After a few minutes she quieted. ‘What did he use?’ she asked softly, her head never moving from its place on his chest. ‘Was it the pottery? One of the lingas?’

Connor exhaled a breath then answered. ‘Yes.’

He instructed the nurses to skip the remainder of their evening rounds. He’d see to her care. Connor did the only thing he could do: he held her close, rocked her, and tried to allay her fears. After crying for what seemed like hours, exhausted, Sylvie mercifully succumbed to sleep.