Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

At least where my mind and heart are one is with her safety. Neither wants anything to happen to her. Right now, she’s my property, and no one fucks with what’s mine. With everything else put away, I head back to my room. Her very presence taints the space. I can’t even step inside without feeling her in here. Breathing deep, I fill my lungs with Chastity before climbing back into the bed. It feels much colder and emptier than before. Now that I’ve had her in my arms, I can’t go back to a place where I was fine being alone.

Turning onto my back, I stare up at the ceiling, forcing my thoughts to things I learned while at residency, but I can’t. Normally quotes, statistics, and mentally combing through the DSM-5 send me straight to sleep. However, tonight, nothing works. Every time I pause, my brain turns back to Chastity. The response is practically Pavlovian.

Sliding off the bed, I grab my pillow and some blankets, making a makeshift pallet on the floor. The bars are spaced wide enough apart that I have room to slide my hand in and stroke her arm. The small, happy sigh she gives as she snuggles into my touch eases the band from around my heart. I’ll keep her in the cage for now since that’s what she needs to maintain her sanity, but soon, it will not be enough. Soon, she will be melded by my side, only separated in sleep.

Panic, an unfamiliar sensation, fills my body, seizing my lungs in a way I detest as I settle in to sleep next to her. I didn’t expect tonight to change me in such a profound way. I’m a rational, logical man; feelings don’t factor in my decision-making process. Somehow, this woman has slipped past my defenses. I have to face the fact that she’s claimed me in a way that I never anticipated. I may not be the man she would choose, but I’m sure as hell the man she’s going to get.

I put my phone next to me, setting the alarm to buzz. She can never know I slept on the floor next to her. It would change up the dynamic in a way I’m not nearly prepared for. I have no problem abasing myself as long as she doesn’t know. She can never know.