Not My Diagnosis

I ran to the bathroom as the door opened and hid on the other side of the door just in time to avoid their sight. I tried to calm my heart and breath as I listened to the people trying to make their way into the room.



"Really, I'm fine, but thank you for your concern," came Mr. Wayne's voice.



"We just want to make sure you're safe is all," an unfamiliar man's voice spoke. I heard the door creak open more against some protest and threw a towel out to him just as they insisted the door in. I tensed as I heard the approximately eleven people enter the room and mill around in their group.



"Why is your balcony door open?" a woman inquired.



"Because I like the breeze," Mr. Wayne replied with a patronizing tone. "What exactly is going on here? Am I under investigation?"



"Well, we heard such a commotion that we thought the rumors might be true. You know.. about you and the doctor," some other woman muttered just loud enough to not disgrace her, but to get her point across.



I heard Mr. Wayne respond with nervous laughter and, "I assure you they aren't. You know how people like to talk--and invade other people's rooms," he chuckled again.



The people started to disperse through the room and I heard a couple begin to approach the room where I happened to be hiding. "Ah, please, now that you've had your fill of my privacy, could I ask you to leave? I was in the middle of a shower," Mr. Wayne spoke again in an obvious attempt to keep them from finding me.



"Just what were you doing in here anyway?"



"I was exercising and showering. I'm sorry if it kept any of you up--I'll try to keep it down."



I froze as the light flicked on and an security guard walked into the bathroom. I was, of course, hiding behind the door, my breath calmed. However, my heart jumped when the door was whisked away from me and the man stopped in, what looked like, disbelief and outrage. I helped him in slamming the door and kicked him in the stomach, getting behind him and breaking his neck, dropping him to the floor.



I heard muttering outside of the bathroom and Mr. Wayne's convincing voice as the talking dwindled. Soon to follow was the sound of their leave. I opened the bathroom door and looked to him as he stood by the door, his hand still resting on the handle. I fiddled with my glasses and leaned the door frame, crossing my arms and waiting for him to do something.



It was still. Cold. I inhaled deeply and went back into the bathroom to hang over the body with indecision as to what to do with it. I turned to leave again, but stopped as I almost collided with Mr. Wayne. He grabbed my wrists and held up my hands, working them through his own as he thought with empty eyes.



He soon pulled me out of the bathroom and threw me to the bed. I landed on my back and bounced a bit, stabilizing myself, which ended up positioning me in an unintentionally erotic position. The towel that was around his waist dropped to the floor, presenting the arousal he was so keen to sport, heating my anticipation.



He leaned down over my body and cupped my jaw in his right hand, guiding me into a kiss--and the door opened. Our attention was immediately on the door as one of the woman from before walked in, much to her surprise.



There was a pause, an indignant gasp, and me, who had rolled off the bed to grab on of the canister's off of my belt and release it at her. She stumbled back and screamed, falling into two more people, that had failed to see, who caught her; up until the point the cloud had migrated to them. They dropped her as they hit the floor, clutching their heads and seizing.



I smiled to myself as the initial phases past and they entered their comatose state, the point at which their mind would slowly deteriorate. It was a marvel. My focus was broken as the door closed. I looked up to the approaching Mr. Wayne and stepped back apprehensively. He grabbed me around the waist and carried my over to the balcony, setting me down and walking back inside for a moment. I raised a brow and turned to look over the edge of the railing, staring down into the abyss.



When he returned he offered me my clothes and started dressing himself. "We're going somewhere quiet," he stated coldly, not even offering a glance. I just began putting my clothes on and, when I finished, leaned on the railing, watching him with a rearing pain in my heart.



He pulled out a grappling hook and attached it to the banister, followed by him leaping over the edge and riding it down. When he reached the bottom he called up to me, something I didn't understand from several hundred feet up, but I assumed I was supposed to follow him. My heart leaped a bit as I prepared to throw myself over the thirty-something story of a building set on concrete.



I could feel the genetic fear of falling taking its hold on me as I shimmied down the, what seemed to be thin, rope. It was an eternity making it half-way down and thrice over reaching the bottom, but I did without flaw.



Upon my arrival to earth I was escorted to his Lamborgini and took my seat on the right--off into the night we went.





~~*~~





It was several hours later when we stopped. We were surrounded by, what looked like, woodland and small animals were present, or at least making noise. I looked out the window and saw no light, save the moon. It was... amazing. It was so quiet, yet so loud. Dark, but bright as well and there was no one around. No one around. I turned to his seat at the realization I may die, but he was gone.



"Mr. Wayne?" As soon as I spoke I was pulled into the back-seat by my lapels and the buttons flew from my shirt as it exposed my chest. I found that I was now straddling Mr. Wayne and he was making quick work of my clothes, or, his clothes rather. He unsheathed me from my polyester prison and hurriedly began where he left off with me.



My breath hastened in little time and my hips made their luxurious way in pushing more of me into his hand. The hyper-stimulation was too much for my mind to filter through and I lost some important perceptions, such as my ability to see clearly.



The stimulation changed as my flesh encountered similar and my groin twinged at the sensation. My chest tightened and a languid moan followed, my body acquiring quick surrender once more. I heard him chuckle in that twisted way he does when he has me and it sparked a want to fight him, but I couldn't seem to motivate myself enough to get away from him.



He let go of me for a brief moment, but only to grab a hold of my wayward pants and pulled them briskly down past the curve of muscle holding them on. The cold of the atmosphere tightened my skin, but was soon soothed my lusting hand kneading where they left bare.



His left hand travelled up my back and cupped the back of my neck, pulling my ear close to his lips. "I don't feel like playing nice," he growled and navigated his hand around to my mouth, pushing his first two digits in. I shuddered at the words, but my tongue compliantly did as it was asked. He pulled them out and licked across his palm, providing ample amounts of lubrication... for himself.



I slicked himself up and pulled me towards him more, and before I had the chance to object, thrust himself up into me. A gruff scream came from my cold bitten throat, meanwhile, he forced my clothes off of my shoulders and down my arms, apprehending them before I had the chance to remove myself from the painful predicament.



That feral grin I hated found his succulent lips again as he thrust into me, my eyes welling with pleading submission in desperate hope he would reconcile his pervious words. Much to my misfortune he was not in the mood to unlock my cell, and this was my punishment for killing. If he wasn't going to manipulate my heart into it, he was going to force my body.



He leaned me back against the passenger seat and illustrated that it wasn't all bad. I writhed as he struck that point with concentrated precision. He could never be that mean to me. I glanced to him ass he drew his eyes up my body to meet my gaze, a rapacious gleam and feral grin decorating his barely illuminated features as he ground into me, extracting broken gasps that appealed to his reflected nature.



It always fascinated me, since the beginning, how such animosity could dissipate over something so carnal. One would think that it would only grow worse -- but then he lo-. A sharp tremor crawled through my body as his pace suddenly hastened and his teeth found my exposed chest. A startled breath came with some enticing vocalization as I felt my neglected flesh ache and start to labor against his torso as much as it could.



An entertained chuckle vibrated against me as his tongue began to work where his teeth left. "Fine," he whispered, "I can't say no to that face." He swiftly pulled himself out of me, causing me to groan with the pain. He pulled me forward and pushed me against the back seat, contorting himself behind me and thrusting into me once more.



I made an attempt at grasping the back seat through my increasingly hot bindings while he bucked me forward against it. I conceded to my prison and took the opportunity that I had in grasping my needing manhood. I stroked myself firmly, much to his delight as he exuded noises of approval.



A contented moan tumbled out of me as he thrust deeper, encouraging what was soon to ruin his nice upholstery. "Mr. Wayne," I breathed, forcing my last ounce of will to surrender as I found my climax into my hand and down onto a well placed jacket of his.



Some nerve-biting thrusts later he succumbed as well, his possessive hands supporting himself on my hips as I fell into the seat. I rolled over slowly, making sure I was still on his makeshift seat-cover, regaining my breath and cooling my body down as I nearly suffocated in the not so chilled vehicle.



My eyes caught his approached on me as a simple kiss caught my lips. "What am I going to do with you?" he rhetorically asked.



I answered anyway. "Well, if you kept a better grip on me I might not be out causing you such heart-ache."



He maneuvered his way inbetween my legs and cupped my jaw with his left hand. "Is that so? I didn't think you liked it the last time when I kept you in my room all of the time."



"I was merely making a suggestion. I didn't say I like it," I whispered against his lips, a smug smile inconveniently finding me.



"Maybe I'll just keep you out here then."



"I don't have anything to do for a few days," I grinned, licking his lips as I slid my leg up his.



"I do," he purred, embracing my taunting lips with his own. I hope someone doesn't send a search party.














{So, here it is. I forgot to write this little thing on the bottom. The next update should be Friday(Jan. 2). Glad to see some people still reading.
~Dr. Crane}