Teacher's Toy (Loftry University Playthings 1)

Melody

Pain explodes through my body. The orgasm took the edge off, but I still feel like my nipple is about to fall off under the amount of pressure on it. I've never felt pain like this before. I've also never had an orgasm like that before either. With the few guys I've been with, I've gotten off, I think, but it was nothing spectacular. More like I went up on a wave, and instead of crashing down, I just ebbed back out to the beach. This one was an explosion. Like fireworks going off under my skin. Even now, even with the pain, there's still that thrum of feeling flowing through my body. If anything, instead of taking the edge off of my arousal, it amped it up at least ten times.

All I can think about is feeling that way again, chasing that high. If this is what it means to be a submissive to The Society, then they can have me. From what I've seen so far, they'll put me through hell and back, but orgasms like that might make it worth it. Is this what they meant by me being free? I feel like I'm floating outside myself; even the pain starts to dull to a manageable level. If I breathe and think of something else, I can almost forget that it's there. Unfortunately, my tormentor won't let me forget. He flicks the object a few times, stirring the pain back to life. I groan through gritted teeth. Slowly but surely, I'm starting to learn that it's the reaction they're after. If I don't react, maybe they'll move to something else. As if to confirm my theory, Dr. Bradley removes the clamp, and air finally fills my lungs. It takes a few moments, but another wave of pain rides that first one.

"Blood is coming back to the area. It's going to hurt a bit more for a little while. You're such a trooper, and you come beautifully."

Heat creeps up the back of my neck. That's the one reaction that I can't seem to control. It's been an issue with me, even as a kid. I blush so damn easy. And I hate it. It reveals way more of me than I want anyone to see. I can't disappear into the background if my face is as red as a stop sign. Fingers lazily brush against my lower lips, and I smile. Professor Richards. He's the one that let me fly apart. I shouldn't think tenderly towards him. After all, he's the reason I'm in this mess, being poked, prodded, and punished. But if I'm honest with myself, there's a small part of me that's happy he's the one that got me off. Closing my eyes, I try to suss through the deluge of information that's been put on me. But one thing keeps coming up to the front of my brain. Multiple people are going to use me like this. That is until someone claims me.

I glance up to see Dr. Bradley scribbling on his doctor's pad. Would it be so bad if he actually claimed me? A shiver races through my body. Something tells me that we'd be playing doctor/patient way more than I'd ever want to. Then my gaze flits to Professor Richards. His brow furrows in thought as he touches me so intimately. What would being claimed by him be like? A trickle of arousal gathers at that thought. He looks up at me and pins me with a stare so intense it takes my breath away. Maybe he feels this way too? He takes his gloves off and tosses them into the garbage before walking over to Dr. Bradley.

"I'll wait for you outside while you finish up here."

He nods and keeps writing stuff down. What the hell does he have to take notes on? He hurt me, and I came. There. Simple as that. As I watch Professor Richards’ retreating back, stupid turn-on papers in hand, a piece of my heart breaks off and goes with him. Where is he going? I thought he’d be happy that I got off like that. Is that not enough for him? I let my eyes drift close as I suss out my feelings. I shouldn’t get attached. Nothing good will come of it. But there’s still that small part of me, that small hopeful part that thinks maybe we can work it out. Swallowing, I squash that voice down. I'll be nothing more than a warm body to him. Better I accept that now than get my foolish heart broken in the midst of things. As it is, my feelings are already getting the better of me, and we’re just starting out.

"Just a few more tests, and you'll be good to go."

He sits down at my crotch again, and I cringe for a moment, waiting for whatever new pain he wants to dish out. Instead, he grabs a speculum, just like at my own doctor's office. Relief fills me. Maybe things will actually take a turn for the normal. At least for a little bit.

"I'm not going to use any lube on you; you're quite wet enough as it is."

He sticks a finger inside and feels around, placing his hand above my pubis as he pushes. So far, completely normal. The cold metal shocks my system as he inserts it inside me. He's wrong about me not needing lube, though. The stretch is extremely uncomfortable, but I sit with it, not wanting to draw his attention to my discomfort. I'm worried if I say anything, he'll do something to make it even worse. He does the customary scraping and bottling and pulls the metal out of me. I let go of the breath that I'm holding and sag against the table.

"Just got to take your temp, and you'll be good to go."

Ready to get this over with, I open my mouth and wait for the thermometer. His dark chuckle makes me close it.

"Not there, sweetie. That's not how I take the temp of naughty little girls that come from pain."

My mind whirls for a moment. Where else would one take a temperature besides the mouth? Mom always did that or my armpit. Realization dawns, and my mouth goes dry. Surely, he doesn't mean that. A cold dollop lands in between my cheeks, and I clench. He does mean that. Fuck.

"Now that Jeremy isn't here, I can take my time and do a little of my own exploring," he murmurs against my clit.

I jerk back at the intimate touch.

"You're just so bloody responsive. I can't wait until you come onto the market."

Revulsion fills me. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I was right. He does want me. His breath fans over my heated skin, and as much as I want to resist, a tendril of arousal flutters inside me.

Barely, so light I almost can’t feel it, his tongue touches my clit. Moaning, I arch up, needing more pressure. I picture Professor Richards down there, his tongue touching me so intimately. Groaning, I wriggle about in the restraints. If only he was the one doing these delicious things to me right now. I don't even protest when Dr. Bradley's fingers skim my bottom hole, smearing the lube around my entrance. I'll do anything to have him keep licking me. It's not enough. His furtive licks barely even touch much skin, but it drives me wild. As his finger pushes past that tight ring, I moan even louder, the sound foreign and wanton to my ears. But my parents aren’t here to hear me, judge me.

This is what they meant by true freedom. No one judges my action and reactions here. No one judges me for wanting a basic stranger to fill up any hole he can find just to ease this itch under my skin. I start moving my hips up and down on his thick digit, the lube easing his passage. In my mind, I imagine Professor Richards hovering over me, whispering for me to take what he's about to give me. The ache inside me builds. It's not enough. Nothing is enough. A dark part of me rattles her chains, begging to let me free her, but I don't dare. I don't let her have free reign yet. There's still so much I don't know, so much that could harm me. I'll let her out once it's safe to do so. In the meantime, I'll file away everything they do to me, every feeling, every desire, and I'll examine it when it's safe.

"Bradley!"

A sharp voice barks out. Looking up, I see Professor Richards, his face an unreadable mask, but anger flows off of him in waves. What's he so mad about? Wasn't he the same one that brought me to orgasm just minutes ago? Would he really be so cruel to deny me another one? The hard set of his jaw tells me that he really is that cruel. Dr. Bradley eases his finger out of my opening and removes his gloves. As he dons on a new pair, I look over at Professor Richards, begging him with my eyes. I'm so fucking horny right now. He shakes his head and looks away. Did I do something wrong? Was I not supposed to enjoy that?

"You know she isn't supposed to be defiled like that. Not now." His jaw clenches again. "God man, just keep it in your pants until tonight. Can't you wait a few more hours?"

A look passes between them as he grabs an old-fashioned mercury thermometer. Crap. I was hoping he'd forget about all of that in the middle of things. I guess I can't have everything. The slide of the thermometer up my backside is awkward and uncomfortable. Truth be told, I'd rather have his finger up there than that small sliver of glass and metal. I squirm underneath Professor Richards’ heated gaze. I'm sure he's enjoying my humiliation immensely.

"97.5, healthy and normal." He places the thermometer into a container and removes the gloves again. After slipping on yet another set, he grabs a needle and heads towards me. "As per the contract you signed, you'll be placed on birth control. Since I can't know that you're taking your pills like you're supposed to, and we agreed not to permanently mar you, taking away the implant option, a shot is the only thing left. I'll monitor you and make sure that you're not having any ill effects. You'll have a notification for when your next shot is due. Again, do not test me on this and try to miss your appointment. Masochist or not, you will not enjoy it. I promise." He injects me with less care than I'd prefer, but otherwise, it's over in a pinch. I'm still throbbing horribly downstairs, but something tells me that no one is going to see to those needs any time soon. After the shot is over, he and Professor Richards make quick work of the restraints. "Get dressed."

They both leave the room, odd since they've both done wildly inappropriate things to my body. There's no way they're being shy right now. More likely, they're going to have a talk about what Dr. Bradley did to me. But I still don't understand. Why can Professor Richards have his way with me, and no one else can? He's not going to claim me, so shouldn't I start seeing what else is out there?

Alone with my thoughts, I take a moment to really suss through what I’m feeling. As horrible as today has been, having Professor Richards with me is what truly made it bearable. The thought of him rejecting me for actually enjoying the pleasure of another person slices me to my core. I don’t want to hurt him, but what Dr. Bradley did to me felt so good. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I just be a normal girl? Anger slices through me. Why did Professor Richards have to turn my world upside down? Couldn’t he have just left me alone in my bland life? I sigh and start to gather my clothes. No matter what happens, my eyes have been open for good. I can’t go back to how things used to be.

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