Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

Chapter 3

Andrew

It’s astoundingwhat a difference a day or two makes. Let’s be honest, it is also amazing what an actual bath will do, as opposed to splashing water on the problem and hoping it will go away. Instead of the stringy, matted hair from earlier, Jane Doe’s lie in soft waves about her face. The true color of soft browns interspersed with stunning blondes shine up at me instead of the slick, oil-spill brown she had originally.

For what Grigori paid for her, you’d think they’d keep her cleaner. I know I’d be pissed as hell if that’s what I got for my money. Knowing them, they probably neglect their paydays until the day they change hands. Then they primp and shine them up like they were well-maintained from day one.

I crack my knuckles, driving all thoughts of Grigori and Brat out of my mind. I did what I was paid for. No doubt he’s fucking her through her tears, whispering sweet nothings into her cunt - apologizing. My lips curl up into a small sneer. That one so powerful could be brought so low.

“I’ve never seen anything like this. I’ve taken several blood samples and have them running at the lab. Until I know what this is, I can’t give her anything to counteract it.”

I glance over at Dr. Bradley, noting his haggard appearance. His hair is dull and mussed; his eyes are just a touch bloodshot. It’s obvious he hasn’t slept since he was summoned here, but then again, neither have I. Between the two of us, he has the more noble reason. He’s been actively taking care of Jane, whereas I use every opportunity to shoot my load, releasing the ache in my cock that’s been here since the moment I laid eyes on her pitiful, broken form.

“Physically, she seems okay. I haven’t done a pelvic exam yet because I need her lucid and present to answer some questions. I also need to gauge her responses both sexually and tactically. I need to see if they’ve damaged her in ways we can’t see.”

"That is where you’re mistaken, James.”

Jane stirs a bit at my words, her delicate face twisting and turning as if to attune herself to me but not quite finding the signal. In a grand show of magnanimity, I stride over to the bed and slide a knuckle down her cheek, giving her a physical anchor to hold on to. Her sighs of relief at my proximity shouldn’t make me hard, but dammit, every bit of blood that’s not busy keeping me alive surges to the forefront, tenting my slacks.

My bodily responses are not lost on James. Tired as he is, he still smirks and stands askew, watching my fingers drift over her skin in lazy strokes. Reaching up, he strokes his jaw, rubbing the stubble that’s sprouted since Jane came into our lives.

“Don’t tell me you’re taking her away from me before I even have a chance to play with her. Bad form, Andrew.”

“Keep it in your pants. She’s not like the typical university girl. We don’t know how fractured her mind is. I will not allow you to drive her further into a psychosis.”

My words are soft and steady, and it takes an effort to stamp down the maelstrom beating me up from the inside out, but I don’t want to frighten Jane. Not yet. Not like this. From the small movements that break through, it’s obvious she seeks me out, but why?

That’s the question that needs answering before I go any further with her. Like Doctor James Bradley, I want nothing more than to strip her bare and dive into her inviting warmth, but I do have standards. Neither I nor any other member will be inside her without her expressed desire or permission.

It flies in the face of how we built this society. I know this better than any of the other two-bit posers with enough cash and dirt to get in. It’s my job to keep the sanity of our submissives. Until now, I’ve been monumentally lucky. Most enjoy the domination that’s unleashed on them. They’ve had these dark desires long before a rich caveman snatched them up. There were a few that resisted, but that’s where I come in, molding their minds until they crave every depraved act that’s forced onto their person.

Jane Doe, however, is different. She’s already broken. I’ll need to piece her back together before I have any hopes of tearing her back down. And even then, she could already be so far gone that the merciful thing to do would be to pump her full of mind-numbing drugs and drop her off at the nearest psych ward. Heaven knows that no one would believe a word that came out of her mouth. Loftry is just a school. Everyone knows that. Any nefarious accusations would be looked at like delusion. Once again, we would be safe.

“Since when have you cared about anyone’s mind? I’ve seen how you play with your girls. They’re terrified.”

My mouth widens in a smile that’s far too big, showing way more teeth than I need to. James pauses a moment, his body tense as he decides whether or not he should run.

“You do realize that terror and arousal are the flip side of the same coin? I take them to their place of fear so that their arousal is that much stronger.” I pause to lay a comforting hand on Jane’s head, reveling in the softness of her hair for just a moment. Her whimpers of distress die down at that contact, sending a new spurt of arousal shooting through my groin.

“Don’t you ever call my professional integrity into question again. Do you understand me? I never break my girls. I take them to the edge, let them freefall, but catch them all the same. I’m not like you. I’m not brutish in my assaults on my women. I don’t need to beat them until they bleed or beg for respite. I entangle myself with their mind. I hold their thoughts in the palm of my hand. Until you wield power like that, don’t you dare come at me. You won’t like it.”

James blinks a few times, his eyes coming back into focus. Smirking, I lean over to brush my lips across Jane’s forehead, delighting as she snuggles into my touch. She’s somehow already attuned to me, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t turn me on even more. I’m not looking for a personal submissive. I don’t have the same need to claim someone for eternity as some of my fellow Neanderthals do. But while I have her in my palm, I’m going to enjoy doing delicious things to this body.

Already I can see her trussed in my ropes, her body pulled taut, helpless to do anything but explode in either pleasure or pain - whichever I decide to dole out at that moment. Reaching down, I squeeze myself through my pants, letting my fingers drift across her exposed décolleté. Her clavicles are so delicate. I could snap them with barely any effort. The pure ephemerality of this woman is part of her allure. She could be snuffed out with the greatest of ease, and no one would miss her. No one would even know she was here with us. The fact that I hold her heart in my hands and could crush it is what makes it all the more arousing.

Her sigh fans across my knuckles as she settles into my touch. If only she knew that she wasn’t safe. I wasn’t her rescuer. I was the fucking devil set to devour her. All she was doing with her soft sighs and whimpering moans was making it harder to give her to someone else. Someone nicer. Someone who would actually give a damn. My garden of fucks has been barren for years, and no amount of sighing and simpering is going to make a single fuck start to grow.

James glances my way for a moment, expression unreadable. Which is good. I don’t need the good doctor diagnosing me, not when he wants nothing more than to fuck her while she sleeps. At least I’m a gentleman enough to make sure she’s conscious before defiling her. His eyes travel past me to the IV bag. We both agreed it was best to wean her off if possible, and even now, watching each drip as it drops down into the tube, it feels like a pressure is building.

What will she be like? Will she hide behind her traumas and pains and become a hellion? Or will she be shattered beyond repair and looking for someone to take a firm hold of her life and direct her every step? Both were fine with me, though truth be told, I prefer them weak. It gives me something to build onto. It’s more rewarding to build a submissive up as opposed to tearing them down. Many in our cohort won’t agree, but that’s the beauty of it; I don’t have to give a damn about what anyone else said.

“She can move about and interact, though it’s incoherent. She’s basically a living doll on this stuff. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

I glance over at James, mulling over his words. It might be nice to have a vial or two for problem submissives, but we still don’t know what it is or even what the side effects or withdrawal symptoms are. I can’t, in good conscience, bring in a drug that could be harmful. I’m sadistic but careful.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The drops are slow now. Each one feels like an eternity before the next. Soft groans and moans come from the bed as she tosses and turns. With each motion, the sheet slides down just a bit more, revealing the creamy tops of her breasts. Scowling, I cut my gaze over to James, noting his gathering interest. I know she’s not naked under there - not when she has to get up to go to the bathroom and stretch. It would be far too beneath us to have her on display when she’s anything but lucid. Coerced, I’m okay with; having her in that state of vulnerability, I’m not.

James catches my gaze and smirks. He knows good and well what she’s wearing or not. He’s the man that’s been examining her. I don’t like how he keeps looking over at me, like he’s in on some big joke that I can’t even fathom. As the sheet loses its battle with gravity, I stare down at her bindings, the bandeau wrapped tightly about her, giving her support and yet also keeping her decent. It has the effect of a corset while also being scandalously bare.

An uncomfortable feeling rises up from my gut as James starts to take her vitals and prep the bed for her more intimate examination. I keep my face smooth, placid as I watch his every movement. I heard about the liberties he took with his patients, and I’ll be damned if he did the same with her. I plan to exploit little miss Jane Doe within an inch of her sanity, but that doesn’t mean I want anyone else to take advantage of her. It’s my turn to actually get the girl first. I’m tired of having other member’s leftovers.