Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

“What are you doing to me,” she whispers, voice watery and thin.

“We’re examining you.” At those words, she bolts forward in a feeble attempt to break free. I readjust my grip and keep a steady pressure on her. “If you keep acting like this, I’ll have no choice but to keep you in this jacket and secure you to the bed. Do you understand me?”

Just as I thought. At the mere mention of restraining her, Jane Doe slumps forward into my arms. It’s nice to know I have a club if needed. I hope to not have to use it, but what’s the expression? Walk softly and carry a big stick? Right now, the stick will be forcible restraint. If she can keep calm, we won’t have to go there.

“I’m going to let you go now. Be a good girl, and don’t fight me.”

As I loosen the bands in the back, I half expect her to strain against the fabric, chomping at the bit to break free. But she doesn’t. Instead, as the fabric goes slack, her arms start to compensate, wrapping themselves back around her. Fascinating. I unbuckle the last one and pull it down off her shoulders, exposing her to the air and our hungry gazes.

She doesn’t say a word. Instead, she looks up at me, eyes begging for something even she doesn’t understand. I ignore her nonverbal pleas. If she wants something of me, she’ll need to learn how to ask for it. Chafing my hands up and down her arms, I force blood back into her limbs, delighting in the kiss of pink in her skin. It makes me imagine other areas that would look delightful in this same shade.

“Dr. Bradley has already taken your vitals, but now we need to do a more,” I pause, trying to be delicate, “intimate examination.”

The low whine in the back of her throat zips down my spine and into my balls. It’s affecting James too. I can tell from the breathing change, from his pupil dilation. He wants her. Too bad for his second-rate ass that she’s already mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

“When was your last period,” he intones, pulling on the cloak of professionalism.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t fully hide the perverted man beneath. I have no clue what exactly he gets off on, but there’s no way he’s sitting between her thighs, looking at her pussy, and not being as unaffected as he’s trying to convey. No way in hell.

“Why do you need to know this?” Her cheeks pinken as she looks up at me then away. It’s funny what some get so bothered by, as if something as mundane as a period doesn’t happen daily to someone.

“There are several reasons for this. One, we need to know you’re not pregnant.”

She stiffens in my arms as if the mere thought of carrying a life was so terrifying, so abhorrent. But then, who can blame her. Any pregnancy would be born from the act of violence and not of love, and certainly not out of consent.

“I’ve already done a test, and you’re not pregnant, so you can relax.”

“Then why would you even say that?”

I lay my hands on her shoulders, noting the hysteria rising in her voice. James pops his head up from between her thighs and gives her a stern frown.

“I’m explaining why I would need to know. You asked me, and I’m telling you.”

“There are many reasons for a lack of period,” I intone into her ear, forcing my brain away from the shiver that wracks her body at my words. “Pregnancy is a concern. Our main concern, however, is giving you birth control while you’re already on another dose. Lack of a period can be either drug-induced or stress-induced amenorrhea. Either way, we’re not asking these questions for our own amusement. As embarrassed as you might be, we need you to think and answer truthfully.”

“I think I might be on birth control.”

“You think?” James pipes up.

I want to smack him about the ears at this moment. She’s finally talking, and he has to shove his mouth in. Again, that small blush blossoms across her face, churning my insides as it spreads across as easily as I want to spread her thighs. There’s something so familiar about her, but I can’t place my finger on it. The blushing tugs at my memory, demanding I recall something, something important, but I can’t imagine what it could be.

“What makes you think you’re on birth control? Did they demand you swallow some pills? Was it a shot?”

James’s voice is really starting to grate on something inside of me. I pride myself on being a very easy-going man, but every time his mouth opens, I want to fill it with my fist.

“They, they put something inside of me.”

James and my eyes lock.

“In your arm or somewhere else?” He barks out.

The blush deepens. “Down there.”

Frowning, James glances back between her thighs. “And you haven’t had a period since?”

“Not that I can recall, but then again, it’s not like I’ve exactly been conscious."

The retort has me wanting to jump up and down and cheer. That small sliver of backbone is sexier to me right now than actually seeing her naked. James’s face is pinched as he settles back down in between her thighs. That right there is the best part of all.

“I don’t suppose you remember if it was copper or not?”

She doesn’t say a word but instead shakes her head.

“She said no,” I answer out loud for her, ignoring the tiny daggers she’s throwing my way.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out then.”

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