Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

“Tsk tsk.” His tongue clucks near my ear. Startled, I jerk about, willing my sheer force to break either the ropes or his bed, whichever will free me. Pain flashes through me as I rub my wrists raw from my exertions, not stopping until he straddles my waist and pins my hands to the mattress. “Look at me.”

I toss my head from side to side, refusing to meet his gaze. Strong fingers grip my chin and stop all movements. He doesn’t demand again. He simply sits there, waiting. The longer we wait, the more I feel like a petulant child that’s throwing a fit. I open first one eye, then the other, looking up into his warm, brown eyes that twinkle with just a hint of amusement.

“You will calm yourself, or I will calm you. I hate to render you unconscious, but you are giving me no choice. I refuse to let you harm yourself with these hysterical antics. Now, are you done giving your token resistance?”

Shame floods me as I mull over his words. This really has been for show, at least me trying to get out of his ropes. When I tried to escape earlier, I...what? Can I honestly say I was doing it to really escape? Did I even believe I could? Determination stiffens my spine as I force his melodic words out of my ear.

Dissociation has always come easy to me, even more so after I was kidnapped. I pull away from reality, finding that small space inside that nothing can touch. I’m free here, invincible. The faint buzzing reaches my ear before the sensations. He places a device on my clit, tucking some bits of silicone in between my inner and outer lips, so it stays put without him having to control it.

My gaze once more finds his as pleasure forces its way through my body. Fuck. He’s found a back way in. Not even Billy attempted to force pleasure on me when I was in one of my moods. He usually left and gave me space, even when I didn’t want it. Even when what I wanted most of all was to have him envelop me in him and never let me go.

How does this stranger know me even better than him? Doctor Rayne looks down at me, his eyes searching mine. I have no idea what he’s looking for, but I can’t give it to him. I can’t give in. He must have found it because a slow grin eases across his face, making him look every inch a cat that caught the canary. He keeps smiling as he lifts up a small box in his hand, making a great show of pressing one of the buttons. The buzzing gets harder, drawing a gasp from me.

“There now, that seems like a good setting for the moment.”

He places the remote on the bed and starts to loosen his bowtie, his fingers gripping the fabric as he pulls it through, letting the whole configuration unravel - just like my mind. I feel as fragile as that length of cloth, easily moved and undone by a simple touch. With a jerk of his hands, he slides it off of his neck and winds his hands around the ends.

“Open.”

Fuck. No. I can’t. He can’t.

“Open, or I will make you.”

A tremor goes through my body at his words. They’re calm and soft as they leave his mouth but still carry the bite of his threat. Lips trembling, I open my mouth for him, almost wishing to be given the chance between this or his cock.

“Good girl.”

His movement is fast. Too fast. Before I can react, he has the bow tie around the back of my neck with the ends near my lips. He feeds them into my open mouth before shutting it with his fingers.

“We’re going to play a game, you and I. Does that sound like fun?” I move my lips to answer, but he lays a finger over them, urging me to keep them closed. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You almost lost even before we truly started. I want you to keep your lips closed. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until I pull these ends out of your mouth. Do that, and I won’t shove my cock down your throat. Either way, you’re getting your mouth washed out with my cum. How I do it is completely up to you. Do you understand the rules of the game?”

I nod, biting down into the fabric. My tongue wiggles about, tasting, testing each fiber it can touch. The texture is not at all what I expected. It looked so smooth while on his neck, but there are dips and creases, little pockets my tongue can’t leave alone. I’m so consumed with discovering everything I can about his bow tie that I miss his hands as they reach out to cradle my face.

“Pay close attention now.”

He stands above me, his body towering as he grabs the rod at the top of the bed above my head. I feel so small beneath him, a feeling that’s welcoming and agitating at the same time. With one hand bracing, the other hand undoes his shirt one button at a time. Any moisture in my mouth that wasn’t already soaked up by the bow tie leaves as he exposes his body to me.

I’ve already seen him naked, but now, being forced to watch him with a vibrator between my legs is something completely different. Before, I could tune it out, but I can’t keep the pleasurable waves from flooding me as I watch this show. He slides the shirt off and tosses it to the floor. Once again, I’m face to face with the physical differences between him and the men that took me.

Where they were solid bulk and unmovable muscle, Doctor Andrew is more lean and toned. He’s not overbearing in the same meatheaded, iron-pumping way the others were. There’s something elegant about his body. His abs ripple as he bends to start on his pants. For the first time since I can remember, I want to run my tongue along each ridge and valley of a man’s body.

Letting go of the railing, he makes a great show of undoing his buckle and unzipping the dress pants before tucking his thumbs inside that and the waistband of his underwear, pulling both down a smooth, practiced move. His erection springs free, causing my core to clench, though I can’t tell if it’s in panic or anticipation. I never got a chance to see how big the toy was that he put inside me earlier, but something tells me it’s nowhere near as big as he is.

“Ready to play, my dear?”

His voice is rough, words tinged with a growl. I shiver as he kneels at my shoulders, his cock just inches from my mouth. If I wasn’t so afraid of losing and getting my face fucked as a result, I would run my tongue along the bottom ridge just to see if he tastes as good as he looks. Smirking, he takes his cock in his hand, the base so big his fingers can’t even touch.

Arousal gives way to unease as I think about something that large not only going into my mouth but in my pussy as well. With slow, methodical movements, he slides the head across my lips, smearing a bit of his essence over my mouth. The urge to lick it off is strong, but looking at his massive erection is enough to make me bite down on the tie even harder.

I can’t lose. I know he’s going to face fuck me at some point, but if I can drag it out, maybe he’ll be gentle? He watches me with those intense eyes as he runs his hand up and down his shaft. As nice as he’s been, something deep in my gut tells me there’s a switch somewhere in there. If it ever flips, heaven help me.

“Let’s begin.”

The low buzzing cranks up a few notches, and I bow up against the restraints. Eyes wild, I look up at him as the sensations start to overwhelm me. The smirk he had earlier morphs into a feral grin as I buck against the ropes. His hands glide faster and faster as he watches me. I know the rules of the game, but I don’t know what it is we’re playing. All I know is the pleasure that flows through me is intense - too intense. It borders on painful as wave after wave slams into me.

“You want to come?”

My teeth dig into the cloth so I can’t even be tempted to answer. I nod, needing to get off more than I need to breathe. I don’t care as much about the discomfort; I’ll take it if it means I can orgasm. Tears prick my eyes as I crest over and over, each peak getting close to getting me off but not quite. I need something to push me over the edge. He hits the button and sends the vibrations up another notch.

It steals my breath, and I almost open my lips on a gasp. Would that be allowed? He basically said no sounds and no dropping the tie. But, if I bite down really hard, it should stay put, right? Do I really want to play with fire that much? Another bead of precum pearls at his tip. I don’t think I’m ready for all of him to be in me, and I certainly won’t beg. Fuck punishments. Fuck my cussing. Why couldn’t it just stay in my head like I meant it?

It’s at the last minute that I pull my lips in to add another layer of protection. The essence he smeared on me earlier is still slimy as I slide my lips together. Worst decision ever. I can’t help myself. I hold onto the ends of the tie in a death grip with my lips as I let go with my teeth. Snaking out my tongue, I lap at the small bit of him he left for me, nearly groaning as the flavor assaults my senses. His taste is different. Not horrible like the other men; not the best-tasting thing either. But because it’s him, I don’t seem to mind it as much as I was dreading. Something snaps inside me as I savor his cum. It’s definitely something I wouldn’t hate having forced into my mouth.

His eyes go from hot to steely as he watches me, his fingers a flurry of movement. I’m playing with fire as it is. Releasing my mouth, I grab back on with my teeth and watch as he kneels in between my legs. The room is silent except for my breathing and his grunting. I want so desperately to get off.

He reaches for something at my hip and pulls it up to my line of sight. It’s a small, cylindrical object, no bigger than his index finger. Eyes glued to me, he slides it into his mouth and sucks on, drawing a mental groan fluttering through my brain. At least, I hope it was just in my brain. Today has taught me I can’t always trust it.

Grinning, he pulls it out and slides just the tip inside. My body tries to reject it, clenching hard, but he pushes past until it’s fully seated. The familiar pain flares inside, threatening to take me back to the place where the pain started, but Doctor Rayne won’t allow it. He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth. The contrast of pure pleasure and pain sets my stomach fluttering. I clench even more, but this time to feel the sensation of the silicone as the buzzing at my clit drives me higher and higher.

“Come for me, baby,” he growls against my heated skin.

His words cloud my brain, making it as fuzzy as the toy at my clit is making my insides clench and churn. I can’t come, not yet, but I’m closer than I was before. I’m barely aware of his rhythmic thrusting against my stomach as I concentrate on not crying out. Everything is so overwhelming - the pain, the pleasure, the scent of him as he grunts on top of me. Leaning back, he reaches behind and pulls out a shot glass, rotating it a few times in his hands, letting the light glint off of it.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he whispers, his voice raspy with need. “Let go of the tie and be as loud as you want.”

His permission sets something free in me. My mouth opens, and the moans just pour out. With a growl, he humps faster, positioning the shot glass at his tip. I watch, mesmerized, as jet after jet of cum fills the glass. Filthy, lurid groans pepper the air. I’m so close. So very close. Bending low, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me close as he sets the glass down.

His tongue skims my lips but doesn’t push their way past. Instead, he lets the crushing weight of his kiss tell me just how much he desires me at that moment. I wail against his mouth as the orgasm tears through me. Bucking against him and the restraints, I let it overtake me, memorizing every feeling, every sensation. Never before has it felt this good. The silicone pops out onto the bed as my body clenches hard and rides it out. Reaching down, he grabs it and shoves it back in, the sudden intrusion sending me off the ledge again.

Shock fills my brain as I orgasm for the second time. I desperately need to process this. I’ve never come more than once at a time before, but he doesn’t let me. He slams the toy into me over and over, forcing me to keep falling apart in his arms. After several moments, the pleasure turns to discomfort. It’s too much. Too much sensation. I can’t.