Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

It’s like a refrain drumming in my mind, pulsing through my blood. The words are not my own, and yet they’re embedded into me. Insidious. I don’t know where they came from or when they started, but they are a part of me now, brought on by this man, this doctor. His hand drifts to the covers, and that’s when I see the shiny metal glinting up at me. Frantic, I pull at my bonds as he brings the clamps up to my line of sight.

I don’t care if there are bells on it; the few memories I have of nipple clamps bring phantom pains rising back up to the surface - of jagged teeth tearing into delicate flesh, everywhere, not just my nipples. His hand at the back of my neck brings me back to the present, but not enough to let him torture me without a fight.

He smiles at me again, that odd smile of decadence and pain wrapped up into one sadistic package. There’s a promise of comfort and pleasure in that smile that none of the other men ever had, but I don’t dare trust it. I can’t. I can’t let myself fall back into that trap.

“Settle.”

Safe. Secure. Owned.

I breathe again, my head shaking back and forth as he brings the clip closer. I’ll never hit anyone again. I swear to whatever God will hear me and keep me from the agony I know is about to happen. Warmth engulfs my nipple seconds before his tongue snakes out to flick the engorged bud. Shock fills my system at the unexpected pleasure of his mouth on my body. Groaning, I grind up against him, needing more, desperate to chase that pleasure to its end. I’m so consumed with chasing that high that the bite of the clamp on my other nipple takes a few moments before it registers in my brain.

It’s not nearly as agonizing as I remember. Instead, it’s a warm pinch that floods me with thrumming need. Mouth still latched, he taps the bell with the tip of his finger, sending vibrations through my chest. He pulls away and winks before attaching the other one. I can’t believe I almost went into a flying panic when this is all that happened.

Is this still part of my punishment? It doesn’t hurt bad enough. It definitely doesn’t make me rethink the errors of my ways. If this is what slapping Richards gets me, then I’ll sign up for a double. With both on, he taps them, grinning as the bells peal out into the room. I watch him closely, noting the moment his eyes go cold. Just a touch, not something that a normal person would notice, but enough to alert me that tonight is far from over.