Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 98: You pervert

Rhea stirred, her body heavy, a flush of heat pooling low in her belly as she surfaced from a dream—vivid, slick, her skin tingling with phantom touches.

The blanket cocooned her, soft but stifling, and a dampness clung to her thighs, her panties unmistakably wet, a pulsing ache betraying the dream’s nature.

Her breath hitched, her mind grasping at fading images—hands, whispers, thrusts, thrill, almost seemed real.

But as she shifted, her arms and legs refused to move, bound tight to the bed’s frame.

She also felt it, the cold weight of the collar hugged her neck, its hum a familiar restraint, snuffing her fire-based powers, leaving her vulnerable, exposed.

Panic flared, her heart racing, and she yelled, her voice raw, echoing in the dim room. "Kael!"

Within seconds, the door creaked open, morning light spilling from the Haven’s hallway, casting Kael’s silhouette—dark tee, jeans, his hazel eyes shadowed with concern, his face taut, worry etched in the lines of his jaw.

He stepped in, his boots soft on the creaking floor, the air sharp with antiseptic and the faint musk of Rhea’s exertion.

"Rhea, how do you feel?" he asked, his voice low, steady, but laced with urgency, his gaze scanning her sleeping form.

Rhea’s eyes blazed, her fiery red hair splayed across the pillow.

"How do you think I feel?" she yelled, her voice cracking, her body jerking against the cuffs, the bedframe rattling.

"Why can’t I move? What the hell did you do to me?" Her shouts shook the room, her energy vibrant, her usual spark undimmed despite her injuries, nothing like the berserk nightmare Clara had warned of.

Kael’s shoulders eased, a flicker of relief in his hazel eyes, her fiery vigor a sign she was herself, not spiraling.

"It was for safety," he said, his tone calm, almost apologetic, stepping closer. "The doctor warned me you might wake up wild, nightmares messing with your head. I bound your limbs and put the collar back on an hour ago, just in case."

Rhea’s glare sharpened, her flushed cheeks deepening, her eyes darting as if interrogating a thief.

"That’s it?" she asked, her voice low, suspicious, her bound hands twitching. "You didn’t do anything else? You pervert"

Kael raised a brow, his grin faint, confused.

"That’s it, and ya, I removed your superhero costume, so that the doctor could examine you properly" he said, leaning against the door frame, his hazel eyes narrowing. "What else do you think I did?"

Rhea fell silent, her gaze dropping, her embarrassment a tight knot in her chest, the wet dream’s evidence a secret she couldn’t voice.

The dampness between her thighs burned, her panties were wet too, her vulnerability stark under Kael’s steady stare.

"Nothing," she muttered, her voice barely audible, her eyes averted, fixed on the wall beside him.

Kael nodded, his grin softening, mistaking her silence for exhaustion.

"Okay, you look as healthy as ever," he said, his voice warm, moving to the bed’s edge. "Let’s get you out of those binds. You’re fine now." He walked towards her to open her cuffs.

"No, wait!" Rhea’s voice shot out, sharp, desperate, her eyes snapping to his, wide with a mix of panic and shame.

Kael froze, his hazel eyes clouding with confusion.

"Why?" he asked, his head tilting, his voice gentle but puzzled. "A second ago, you were screaming to be free. What’s up?"

Rhea’s face burned, her cheeks a deep crimson, her breath shallow.

"I... want to sleep more," she said, her voice faltering, a weak excuse, her eyes darting to the blanket, praying it hid her secret.

Kael’s brow furrowed, but his grin returned, amused, thinking she was joking.

"Sleep, huh? Fine, but I’ll remove those binds you’re comfortable," he said, reaching for the blanket, his fingers brushing its edge. "Let me check your cuts, make sure they’re healed."

Rhea’s heart pounded, her voice a strangled "No!" but it was too late.

Kael pulled the blanket back, the fabric sliding away, revealing her bound form—her black bra stark against her pale skin, her panties clinging, unmistakably wet, a damp spot darkening the sheet beneath her thighs.

The deep cut on her arm was gone, her skin smooth, and the gash on her thigh was gone too, Clara’s injections working miracles.

But Kael’s gaze lingered to her center, his hazel eyes widening, then softening, a slow grin spreading as he registered the truth.

"You wet the bed?" he asked, his voice low, teasing, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "So it was a nightmare?"

Rhea’s face flushed deeper, a tomato-red blaze, her eyes squeezing shut, her voice breaking, mortified.

"No, I didn’t wet the bed!" she snapped, her words trembling, her bound hands clenching. "It was... a w-wet dream."

Kael’s grin faltered, surprise flashing across his face, then morphing into something warmer, bolder, his hazel eyes darkening with interest.

He leaned closer, his voice a low, playful drawl.

"Hey, Rhea," he said, his fingers brushing the bed’s edge, inches from her bound wrist. "Should I turn that dream into reality?"

Rhea’s eyes snapped open, wide, her breath catching, her crimson cheeks somehow deepening, her heart a wild drumbeat.

The proposal hung in the air, her embarrassment warring with a flicker of desire, the dream’s heat still pulsing in her veins.

"mm..." She nodded, subtle but unmistakable, her lips parting, her eyes locked on his, a silent plea beneath her shame.

Kael’s grin widened, a confident edge to it, his hazel eyes locked on hers as he shifted closer, his body leaning over the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

His right hand moved slowly, fingers grazing the edge of her damp panties, the fabric cool and slick against his skin.

He hooked a finger under it, pulling it aside with a gentle tug, exposing her, the air cool against her heated flesh, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

Rhea’s bound limbs tensed, the cuffs creaking, her wrists flexing against their restraints, her thighs trembling as she fought the urge to squirm.

His left hand rested lightly on her hip, steadying her, his touch warm, grounding, as his right hand explored, fingertips brushing her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin, inching closer with agonizing slowness.

Rhea’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling, her black bra straining with each shallow inhale. Kael’s fingers found her slick warmth, tracing her folds with a featherlight touch, coaxing a shudder that rippled through her body, her hips twitching instinctively toward him.

"Easy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his hazel eyes flicking to her face, watching her reactions—her fluttering eyelids, her parted lips, the flush deepening across her chest.

Rhea’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft whimper escaping, her bound ankles pulling against the cuffs, the bedframe groaning faintly.

Kael’s touch grew bolder, his fingers sliding with an erotic rhythm, circling her clit with slow, gentle strokes, each pass igniting sparks that made her thighs quiver.

Her breaths grew ragged, punctuated by quiet moans, her body arching slightly, straining against the cuffs, the collar’s hum a distant pulse in her awareness.

Kael adjusted his angle, his fingers curling inward, slipping inside her with a gentle pressure, her warmth enveloping him, her hips lifting to meet his rhythm. He set a steady pace, his strokes deep, measured, his thumb brushing her clit in tandem, building a crescendo of sensation.

The room seemed to shrink, the morning light softening, the antiseptic scent fading, Rhea’s world narrowing to Kael’s touch, the heat coiling tighter in her core.

"Ah~ ahn~" Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, her lips trembling, her bound hands clenching into fists, nails biting her palms.

Kael’s left hand tightened on her hip, guiding her movements, his hazel eyes intense, drinking in her unraveling—her flushed skin, her quivering muscles, the way her thighs tensed, desperate for release.

"That’s it," he whispered, his voice a velvet command, his fingers quickening, relentless, pushing her toward the edge.

Rhea’s body trembled, her breaths hitching into sharp gasps, her hips bucking against his hand, the cuffs creaking loudly now, the bedframe protesting.

The tension snapped.

"AAHhhh!" A white-hot wave crashing through her, her climax erupting with a strangled cry, her voice raw, breaking, her hips clenching, rising off the bed as her release pulsed, soaking Kael’s fingers, the sheet beneath her drenched anew.

Her eyes squeezed tight, her face a mask of ecstasy and lingering shame, her body shuddering through aftershocks, her chest heaving, her bound limbs finally slackening, spent.

Kael’s voice was warm, approving, a low "Good girl" as he eased his fingers away, his touch lingering a moment, savoring her tremble.

He moved to the cuffs, and released them.

"Now go, freshen up," he said, his grin teasing but kind, standing, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement. "Come to the dining table after. I’ve got news to share."

Rhea lay still, her breath slowing, her crimson cheeks fading to a soft pink, her eyes opening, their color hidden by a shy downward glance.

She nodded, mute, her body humming with the afterglow, her mind a tangle of embarrassment and curiosity about Kael’s "news."

He turned and left the room, leaving her to gather herself.