Chapter Fifteen

Clara's mind raced as she watched Ethan's bizarre behavior escalate. His laughter turned manic, his eyes glazed over with an unsettling intensity. She recognized the signs all too well - someone had drugged him.

Without hesitation, Clara moved swiftly across the room, positioning herself between Ethan and the door. "Ethan, listen to me carefully," she said, keeping her tone calm and steady despite the fear coursing through her veins. "You've been spiked. Someone has given you a drug to incapacitate you."

Ethan's response was a garbled string of words, his speech slurred and incomprehensible. Clara knew she had to act fast to prevent him from harming himself or others.

With a surge of adrenaline, she guided Ethan towards the couch, gently but firmly pushing him down onto the cushions. "Am going to help you.

Clara explained, her voice soothing yet authoritative. "First, we need to get these clothes off you so I can check for any marks or needles. Okay, Ethan? Can you trust me to do what's best right now?"

Ethan nodded, his expression vacant but compliant. Clara wasted no time, efficiently removing his tie, shirt, and shoes. As she worked, she kept a close eye on his reactions, prepared to intervene if necessary.

Once Ethan was bare-chested, Clara leaned in to examine his neck and arms for any signs of injection sites. Finding none, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, that's a positive sign," she murmured.

Next, she helped Ethan out of his pants and boxers, taking care to support his limp body throughout the process.

Clara finished undressing Ethan, laying him back on the couch as she did. His naked form was both vulnerable and enticing, his arousal evident even in his drugged state. Clara felt a pang of concern mixed with a forbidden thrill.

She quickly pulled off her own blouse and skirt, revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties underneath. Kneeling beside Ethan, she stroked his chest, trying to rouse him gently. "Hey, baby, come back to me," she cooed, planting soft kisses along his jawline.

Ethan's eyelids fluttered, but he remained mostly unresponsive. Clara's touch grew bolder, trailing down his abdomen to tease the base of his cock. A low groan escaped his lips, and she smiled encouragingly.

"Don't worry, I've got you," she whispered, guiding his hand to cup her breast.

Clara's nipple stiffened under Ethan's touch, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She captured his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all her love and lust into it. Ethan responded instinctively, his tongue tangling with hers as his hand slid down to grasp her hip.

Clara broke the kiss, panting heavily. "Let's make love, Ethan," she breathed, guiding his hand to the waistband of her panties. "I want to feel you inside me, to make you forget everything else."

Ethan's eyes locked onto hers, a flicker of recognition sparking within the haze of drugs. He nodded, and Clara quickly shed her remaining clothing. She straddled his hips, aligning their bodies, and sank down onto his rigid length with a moan of ecstasy.