Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

It’s then my body begins to rock. I close my eyes to keep the world from moving on me and just relax in the ropes. The more I squirm, the tighter they wrap around me. In this physical, visceral way, Doctor Andrew shows me how much easier it is if I just give in. The more I fight him, the harder things become. When will I just stop? When will it be enough? Haven’t I suffered through enough torment to be allowed some pleasures? Even if they’re forced?

The ropes jerk, bringing my mind back to the present. Lifting my head again, I watch, mesmerized as he coils some rope between his hands before weaving them through the lines attached to my legs. His gaze burns into mine as he takes the two ends, each on either side of my leg, and starts to pull. It’s a slow, steady movement that forces my legs open, baring me to his gaze. Frantic, I twist about, not wanting him to see the depths of my depravity. I shouldn’t be so turned on by the things he does, but it’s even more mortifying when he sees the evidence himself.

“You will settle this instant.” His voice is a sharp bark, and my fear takes a different turn. His eyes are no longer on me but on the ropes instead. I follow his glances, relieved to see that everything is still intact, still holding, but it doesn’t get rid of the spike of anxiety completely. I know nothing about ropes; perhaps I did something bad and didn’t even know it?

“Open your mouth.” This time, I don’t hesitate. I open, shocked when he puts one end of the rope into between my lips. “Now bite down. That’s a good girl.” Another flush of arousal thrums through my body at his words. At this point, I’m probably dripping with need.

Going down the left side of my body, he ties off the other end of the rope before sliding a finger in between my skin and my bindings here and there. He goes over to the right and tugs on the rope I’m holding. At his silent command, I open back up and watch as he ties that one off. Once again, he tests the ropes on that side before coming back at my head.

“Grip my fingers.” I want to laugh at his stupid request, but knowing Doctor Rayne, he had to have a reason for it. He doesn’t do anything without purpose. He nods as I grip tight then runs his fingers down the rope crisscrossing over my arms. “Keep still for me, sweetie, and I’ll give you a reward. Thrash about like that again, and we’ll end the scene. I’ll send you to bed with your tight cunt hot and achy for me. Is that what you want?”

I toss my head back and forth; the idea of another night where I can’t come feels like pure agony. Hell, with as horny as I am right now, I’ll probably do just about anything he asks of me. Almost.

“Words.”

“No, Sir, Doctor, Sir,” I stammer out, desperate to convince him of my sincerity.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I will do my best; just please let me come.” Where in the hell did that come from? It’s so unlike me to be so vocal. Looking up at his expression - near feral with desire - I know I made the right choice. I force my embarrassment down, choosing instead to delight in the heat of his gaze.

He reaches forward, grabbing a nipple, tweaking it slightly. Not hard, but enough that I have to fight the urge to squirm. He rewards my efforts with a large grin and resounding smack to my breast. Sensation explodes over my body, and in my delirium, I can’t tell if it’s pain, pleasure, or some twisted feeling of both.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, running his palm over my abused flesh. “See how much you can take for me? Let’s see if you can take more.” His words are hypnotic as they flow over me, drowning me. Air seizes in my lungs as he trips his fingers over to my other nipple, squeezing and twisting it like the first. Groaning, I force my body to relax, to dissociate. That’s the only way I’ll get through this.

“No, no, my dear.” His voice is liquid sin as it pours out of him into me. “You will feel everything. I will not let you run and hide from me.” His fingers continue to pluck and squeeze, his touch going from torturing one nipple at a time to both. I’m overwhelmed by sensations. I want to escape - no need to escape - the onslaught of his touch, but he doesn’t let me. The moment I try to go under, he pulls me right back up with a tease, a caress, a whisper of feeling.

My mind can’t calculate how long he plays this game with me. I can only pick out the different tools he uses on me. Each new tool gets a name as he tells me exactly what he’ll use and how. Cane on the front of my thighs. Crop on my nipples and pussy. Rabbit fur to keep me from feeling overwhelmed. Over and over, he uses me, touching every place on me except where I need him the most.

Through all of it, I remain as still as possible. He doesn’t chide me for the surprised jumps at his touch, so he can’t be denying me because of that. No. If anything, he’s torturing me, drawing things out, convincing me he forgot all about me, only to torture me some more until he finally decides I’ve had enough. My thoughts are scattered, fractured. All I can focus on is the next sensation.

Heat engulfs my core, startling me back to the present. Groaning, I tip my head back, wanting so desperately to hump his face, but I don’t dare move. My legs shake with the effort of keeping still. As with everything else, he takes his time - tasting me, savoring me. His tongue slides up and down on either side of my clit, only pausing every few laps to lick it directly. Every time he gets to that point, the pleasure is intense, like nothing I’ve experienced before.

Please. Oh please. Oh please.

“That’s right, sweetie. Beg for it. Beg me to end your torment.”

My head thrashes side to side as I give in and give him what he wants. It’s my words. He’s not satisfied with just my arousal dripping from my body. No. He wants all of me. He wants my arousal, my mortification, my desire. Me. All of me.

“Please, Sir. Please. Please let me come.”

Growling against my folds, I’m only vaguely aware of an object tapping the inside of my thigh. I can’t quite make it out, but it becomes all too clear when he eases it inside me. It’s the dilator from this morning. Tears prick my eyes as I realize that even at this moment, with both of us desperate for pleasure, he’s still keeping his promises. A few pumps are all it takes. Pleasure explodes through me as I hump the dilator, only vaguely realizing that the discomfort is minimal. In fact, it’s that small bite of pain that sends another orgasm rolling through me.

Doctor Rayne stays there, face buried between my legs, milking my orgasms for as much as he can. Every lick, every suck sends mini spasms through my body until I can’t take any more. Groaning, I beg him to stop, and I’m surprised when he actually does. Standing, he makes a big show out of dragging the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe away my arousal.

Heat rushes to my face as he slides his fingers back down to coat his fingertips with my spend before easing them into his mouth. His eyes close as he moans around the soaked digits, setting a fluttering feeling off in my stomach.

“Good girl. You came so nicely for me.” The fluttering kicks up another notch, and I send a silent beg to my pussy for no more. I can’t. Not tonight. Gathering me into his arms, he eases me forward, and the room spins for a moment, sending my stomach clenching - an excellent way to shut the butterflies up.

“Whoa there. Lean on me. That’s it.” He places my head on his shoulder and holds me until the room stops moving. “Rest your hands on my shoulders as I finish untying you. If you feel ill or about to faint, you will tell me immediately.”

“Yes, Sir.” The words slip from my mouth in a whisper, feeling right, natural.

“Good girl.”

I want to melt into him as he unwinds the rope from my body. Soon enough, the last rope is removed, and he scoops me back into his arms. I snuggle into his chest as he takes me back to our room. Our room. No longer do I view it as his. In the short time he’s had me, he’s absorbed whatever was left of my broken mind and merged me with him. The thought should make me rant and rave, but all will to fight drained out of me the moment he tied me up.

Laying me down on the bed, he kisses my forehead and walks along to the other side to crawl in behind me. His arms are strong and secure as he pulls me into his chest, spooning me as thoughts ebb and flow throughout my brain. Did Billy ever hold me like this? Like I was the most important treasure in the world? I can’t remember. All I can think of is Doctor Rayne and his constant presence and strength.

Sighing, I reach out to run my fingers along his arm before pulling it tighter, needing to feel that immobile feeling of security like I had from the ropes. His breath is hot against my ear as his breathing evens out. I think he’s asleep, but then he buries his lips in my hair, breathing in deep.

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