Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

It’s not until I crumple to the floor that I realize I was hoisted in the air this whole time. My ass smacks against the polish surface, and my brain latches on, trying to figure out if it's wood, laminate, or linoleum. Anything to keep my mind present and not back in the past.

“It’s mahogany.”

Did I say that out loud?

“Yes, you did.”

Fuck. That was supposed to stay in my head.

“Young lady, I’ve repeatedly warned you about that mouth of yours. You remember the punishment. Yes?”

Why the hell can I not control what’s in my head or coming out?

“I believe you’re in shock. Now, if you would be so kind, I would rather not have security seeing what’s meant for my eyes only.”

I look down, realizing that I’m still naked. Furthermore, reds and pinks smear across my body, mostly concentrated at my hands. They tremble as I stare at the blood staining my nails and fingertips. I’ve never been violent before. Not that I can remember. Glancing back, I look at the doorknob, just a foot or so out of reach. If I hurry, maybe I’ll still have a chance. Something deep in my gut tells me if I don’t escape now, Doctor Rayne will make it where I’ll never want to leave again.

The doctor tips to the side to speak with the security guard, and I decide to take my chance. Before either of them can move, I flip over onto my hands and knees and crawl forward, reaching the knob. It turns. Dear God, it turns. Freedom is right in my grasp. I pull the door inward, letting the warm light bathe me for just a moment. Until then, I’d never realized just how beautiful the sun is. I will never take it for granted again.

A sharp prick to my arm is the only thing that alerts me to Doctor Rayne’s presence. I fight against the needle, but his firm hand wraps around my bicep, gluing me to the spot. I refuse to look at him. Instead, I stare out to where the sun touches the earth, burning it into my brain. I’ve gone so long without it, and now that I’ve tried escaping, who knows how long it will be again.

I reach out my free hand, desperate to feel the warmth on me. My arm is too short. I can only strain against my captor as blackness starts to encroach on the idyllic scene. Murmurs of words reach my ears. I can pick out three words - safe, secure, owned - but I can’t make out anything else he’s saying. It’s all merging into one hum until finally, everything goes dark.

* * *

A sharp throbsplinters my brain as I struggle to open my eyes. I don’t want to wake up anyway; the dream I’m having is far too nice. Warm sun burns my skin as I stretch out, letting it drench me. There, I was warm, almost scalding, now I’m too cold. I pull my arms closer to my body, huddling in, conserving what little heat I have left.

I don’t move. Everything is stretched out tight. No matter how much I struggle, it doesn’t make a difference. Like ice being flung at me, everything goes cold. Perhaps he’s actually mad at me and decided to give me to the guard. A shudder racks my body as I think of this stranger doing bad things to me. Then again, Doctor Rayne is a stranger by all intents and purposes, yet I seem to not care what he does as much.

“Ahhh. Good. You’re awake.”

I force my body to go slack, thinking maybe he will leave me alone if he thinks I dozed off again. The slide of fingers against my spread lips ruins the illusion. Fear still thrums through my veins, but his touch still manages to stir something deep within me, something that’s supposed to be dead.

“I have been remiss in my treatment of you, my dear. Your show of hysterics tells me where exactly I went wrong.”

He pauses for a moment, and I wait to see what he’ll do or say next. The air is thick with tension as we play this game - a game I don’t even know the rules for. Do I still pretend I’m asleep? Do I wake up fully and tell him to go to hell? In the back of my mind, I know I’m owed a mouth full of cum. He told me the rules, and I didn’t listen. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. Pulling my lips inward, I make a seal so that he can’t penetrate without really working for it.

I know I shouldn’t be so defiant, but there’s no way I can stop now. Not when I’ve already attempted an escape. Chuckling, he cups me, letting his hand engulf my pussy, teasing my entrance with his fingers. Everything seizes up as his finger circles around, almost dipping inside, but not quite.

“Steady. I told you I will not penetrate you with my body until you begged me. With your lips that tight, I doubt you could do anything more than whimper.” His breath brushes against my ear as he whispers next to me. “A whimper is not a beg. Do make sure you keep that in mind.”

The sentence ends with him bringing his fingers back up to pinch my clit, the sensation far more enjoyable than it had any right to be. I arch up at his touch, silently begging for him to get me off. I won’t ask. Not again. Not unless I don’t have a choice, but I can’t control what my body does, right? Will I still be held accountable for its wanton desires, even if I don’t voice them?

“As I was saying.” The weight shifts from the bed as he continues speaking. “It’s my fault you had that outburst. I thought I could control you by denying what your body truly craves. I was wrong in that assessment. For that, I do apologize. I do plan, however, to make it up to you in spades.”

He doesn’t give me a moment to think when something firm slides deep into my channel. Pain explodes as my body clenches down, working hard to expel this foreign object bent on tearing me apart. Doctor Rayne is relentless. Despite the agony, he pushes it in further until it’s seated deep inside. I hold still, praying my submission will stop the pain.

“I know. It must be agony. I had hoped to ease you into this, to allow your body to become accommodating to pleasure again, but it seems that once again, you’ve tipped my hand. If only you’d be patient and allowed me to guide you, it wouldn’t be so difficult. But no. You have to be headstrong and do things your way. But that’s perfectly okay. I’m more than able to match your needs.”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I refuse to open my eyes. For some reason, the idea of seeing him as he tears me apart is worse than just feeling it. At least with my eyes closed, I can pretend I’m somewhere else or with someone else. It’s a lie I’m telling myself, and I know it is, but I let myself have just that one thread of delusion. No one else can fill my brain when he’s close by.

“Shhhh. There’s no need for tears.”

“Y-yes, there is. You’re going to punish me for running away!” I detest the hysterical note rising in my voice, but I can’t keep it out. It perfectly matches the inner wailing of my soul.

“Rest assured that I’m not mad at you for your attempt today. If anything, I’m upset that I haven’t seen to your needs as I ought to. But don’t worry. That changes now.”

I gather up my courage and crack an eye open, startled by how close he actually is to me. Instead of anger, as I feared, no emotions show up on his face. For some reason, that’s actually a bit scarier to me. I can handle anger at disobedience. Hell, that was a typical weekday for me. But I can’t handle this wall of nothing that comes off of him. I’d rather him rant and scream at me than to just sit here all stoic.

“Please. Just yell at me. Beat me if you have to. Just get it over with.”

“Tsk, tsk. My dear girl. For me to get angry at you means I’ve lost control of myself. I don’t get angry, not often anyway. You will never push me to harm you. There’s nothing you can do, short of harming yourself, that would cause me to display acts of angry violence towards you.” He reaches out to slide his hand down my cheek, pausing to run his thumb over my lips. “I will punish you. I will bring you pain and discomfort. But I will never lash out at you in anger.”

“What about last night?”

He sits up, a thoughtful frown creasing his forehead. “What about last night?”

“You. Well.” My face heats up. “You didn’t get me off.”

“No. I didn’t. That was punishment and not anger. Again, that’s something I’m correcting now. Do you know how many doctors once prescribed orgasms to cure female hysteria?” His fingers dip back below to make adjustments to the torture device inside me. “Modern medicine has all but debunked that notion, but I still feel in some cases it’s necessary for the health and safety of my patients. Obviously you’re not in the right frame of mind. Why else would you attempt to go outside naked? It’s a cry for help. One that I have no problem answering. I will no longer withhold the treatment you need. Don’t you worry about that.”

I have no problem wrestling so many orgasms from your body that you no longer think straight. Those words slam into my brain. I thought I’d have more time to adjust to this - adjust to him - before that happened. I’m a one-and-done kind of girl, but that dark glint in his eyes tells me he doesn’t give two shits about that. He will force multiple orgasms on me no matter what my body tells him.

I’m so incredibly full. Every time he moves that thing inside me, it brings another wave of sharp pain. My insides are raw, on fire. Groaning, I lay my head back, doing what I can to turn off my brain.

“Hmm. Seems this one is a bit too big for you right now. No matter. We’ll work up to that, won’t we, dear? I need to stretch you out so I can fit my cock in you when you beg me for it.”

Despite the discomfort, I grow wetter at his words. He pulls the thing out from between my legs and walks back over to the other side of the room. Now is my chance. I move my wrist about, my fingers flailing as I try to reach the knots. I know I only have a small window of time before he comes back and renders me unable to think.