Teacher's Toy (Loftry University Playthings 1)

The flash of anger threatening to build up releases in a whoosh. She hasn’t lied then. Thank goodness. For him to ask her that, she's definitely had sex. Tension continues to leech from my body.

"You probably have nothing to worry about, but everyone, including the faculty, has an extensive panel done. We check for any and everything. Testing is required every thirty days. Miss it, and there will be consequences." He leans in close. "And trust me, as a medical professional, I can honestly say you do not want me to punish you for this."

Her face turns white as a sheet. "N-no, Sir. I won't miss it. I mean, I'll try not to miss it. I won't miss it on purpose."

Bradley chuckles and tousles her hair. "You won't be able to miss it. Once you're in the system, you'll get a reminder to come in. If you don't come in after that, that's when the punishments start. All right then. Up on the table."

It's so adorable watching her try to amble up there while keeping her body as small as possible. It makes it that much more delightful when Bradley yanks her legs open and cuffs them to the stirrups. Jerking his head up to her wrists, he motions for me to cuff her into place. Stretching her out, I chain her hands high above her head. She's a vision, stretched out like she's on a rack. Each breath sends her chest heaving up and down. Fear shines in her eyes. Stepping back, I watch her face as Bradley snaps the gloves onto his hands. She flinches and looks up, worrying her bottom lip. That's fine; she doesn't actually need to watch any of this.

Her muffled keen of discomfort as Bradley leans in close to her mound sends another pulse up my shaft. "Ahh, she's already misbehaved, it seems." Her face flushes as she looks down at him through her splayed legs. He pinches the welt on her left thigh, making her jerk to escape him. He simply chuckles and pinches the other side. "Seems like she can respond to pain. But I wonder how she responds to other sensations?"

Eyes wide, she watches him as he wheels a surgical tray over. Various metal implements line the sterilizing wraps. Many of them I recognize, but some I don't. Knowing Melody, she probably has no clue what most of them are. Her gaze is wary as he reaches for the Wartenberg wheel, and the sadist in me dances around with glee. I was hoping he'd get to that one early on. The sharp spikes gleam in the lights. Bradley holds it up and inspects it thoroughly, also giving Melody a chance to look at it as well and stew over what it's going to do to her. It's the best sort of mind fuck. Her breathing becomes much more rapid the longer he looks at it. Bringing it down to her thigh, he rolls it over the skin. She jerks and twitches, trying to get away from it.

"What the hell is that thing?" she gasps out.

"It's to test your reflexes and sensitivity. I am very impressed with how your nerves react."

Internally, I snort. Nerves reacting, that's a good one. His cool, calm, doctor persona adds to the discomfort of the moment. He sounds so passive, so detached, but I know for a fact that it's a front. Melody writhes in her restraints. She does not like this implement one bit. Smiling, I file it away for future reference. Reaching down, Bradley slides his gloved fingers across her lips, spreading them out a bit. She whimpers and pulls back, trying to escape his questing fingers.

"Come now, do you act this way when you see your regular doctor?"

"My regular doctor is a woman and has the decency to cover me up. Also, I'm fairly sure she's not enjoying touching me so intimately."

He chuckles close to her mound. "Are you sure about that? Have you ever asked her?" Melody's face washes in flames. "Didn't think so." He sits there for a second, dragging his fingers up and down across her lower lips in a lazy manner. After a few moments, Melody seems to relax into his touch a little bit. At least her knuckles are no longer bright white from clenching her fists. "Good girl," he croons. "That's it, let go for me." Her body sags down onto the table, and he takes the Wartenberg to rolls it around her outer lips. Her whole body tenses up again, and he stops. The moment she relaxes, he brings the wheel in again, this time to her inner lips. A screech erupts from her mouth, along with peals of laughter.

I glance over at Bradley. "This room is soundproof, right?"

He remains silent but gives me a scathing look. Pulling the wheel away, he goes back to stroking both her inner and outer lips. Already her arousal glistens below. Jerking his head over to the box of gloves, he pulls away and brings the wheel against her clit. Her body jerks and bucks in the restraints. Quickly, I get a set of gloves, put them on, and walk over to Melody. With one hand, I flatten her against the table; with the other, I skim up her stomach and cup her right breast. It's a delightful palm full. She looks over at me, her pupils filling her eyes. As I squeeze and knead her, her disgruntled noises turn into mewls of need.

It's such a beautiful thing seeing a submissive go from discomfort to need. I pinch her nipple in between my fingers, and she tries to fly off the table. My, but she is sensitive. Once Bradley pulls the wheel away, her writhing slows down, but she still arches up into my fingers.

"Would you like to touch her?"

Would I? Does he even have to ask that? I go to remove my gloves, but he stops me.

"In this room, everything remains sterile. Keep her occupied while I finish my examination."

Gladly. With a grin, I change positions with Bradley. Her whole pussy is glistening. Inhaling deeply, I catch her gaze in between her spread thighs. Slowly, I lick my lips, letting her know just how delectable I find her. Bradley grabs two of the surgical clamps and lays them down on her belly. She flinches from the cold. His hands palm both of her breasts, weighing them in his hands. After a moment or so, he brushes his thumbs over her nipples. She arches up into his touch.

"You might want to start distracting her now. This is going to hurt."

Melody tries to back away from him, but he pinches her nipples tightly, keeping her arched up. A small wail exits her mouth as she scrunches up her face. "Please, you don't have to do this."

"Ahh, but I do." Bradley lets her go and smiles down at her. Now that real doctor starts to come out. His eyes gleam in the lights as he stares down at her small form. The fear is palpable in the room. "It's my job to notate everything. And right now, I want to see how much you can take." He glances back over to me. "Jeremy, if you don't mind?"

I keep my eyes on her, willing her to keep her focus on me. He won't really hurt her. He's not that type of guy. At least from what I've heard. And he knows she's a newbie. He's just mind fucking her. Right? Unease slides through my gut as I watch him staring at her. I don't like the intensity of his gaze. "Melody." Her eyes snap to mine. "I want you to breathe. Understand me?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Eyes on me. Don't look at what he's doing; just concentrate on how good I'm going to make you feel."

As she stares at me, I slowly bring my finger up to tap on her clit. She moans softly, thrusting her hips up closer to me. The wheel did a good job bringing blood flow to her clit. Already the small nub is engorged and peeking out from under its hood. After tapping a few more times, I travel lower and dip my finger into her opening. I keep the motions shallow, not going at all deep enough to give her any sort of relief. I don't actually want to go all the way inside her until it's my cock surging forward, claiming her as mine. My other fingers busy themselves at her clit. I brush over her sensitive bundle with rapid strokes, drawing moans from her luscious lips. Her skin flushes with need as I work her over.

Bradley grabs a clamp in one hand as he plucks at her nipple with the other. Without warning, he clamps it on. She screams and comes so hard that I have to pull my fingers out of her and hold her down to the table as she bucks and writhes against my hand. I keep strumming her clit, letting her ride out the orgasm. A mixture of shock and elation fills me. She doesn't know it yet, but she has all the makings of a beautiful masochist. Tears dot her cheeks as she tries to slow her breathing. Both Bradley and I stare at each other for a moment, a wordless conversation passing between both of us. He's going to be right there in the wings waiting for her to get broken in. And that's when I realize that I'm completely fucked.

Every ounce of me screams at me to get her off of that damned table and take her to my home so I can teach her, train her, love her. FUCK. Where the hell does this thought keep coming from? I don’t want to love her: I want to claim her, hurt her, bend her to my will. Love has nothing to do with it, and if I have my say about it, it will never even be a part of the conversation.

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