Grunting and groaning, he undulates back and forth. Even with the chastity belt, I can still feel the wetness of my arousal gathering at my folds. Just the way he uses me drives me insane. It’s hard and rough, and yet, somehow, I can still tell he’s holding back. He’s refusing to harm me. He goes to the very limit of my sanity but doesn’t go over.
My core clenches and flutters around the dilator, and for the first time since he’s put it in, I want to go to a bigger size. He’s made it very clear that he will stretch me at his pace and not mine, but I so desperately want to feel him inside me. If I can feel this good with him in my mouth, what would it feel like to have him stretch me open, force me to my breaking point?
With a loud grunt, he smashes my face into his pelvis as he pours his cum down my throat. Desperate to have him in any way I can, I swallow around his girth, taking every last drop. He pulls back enough to let me breathe but stays deep inside my mouth until he’s completely limp. As he pulls out, I start to lick him clean.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl.”
The glow of arousal burns hotter at his words, but for the first time, I can actually start to believe it. I can hear the tenderness now. I can hear the pleasure in his words. I couldn’t before. Perhaps he’s right. Maybe I will be okay. Doctor Rayne pauses to run his fingers down my cheek before climbing off the bed to get dressed.
“I wish I didn’t have to right now, but we both have responsibilities. I’ve taken the liberty of changing a few things in your schedule. I already have one maid, and as such, I don’t need you to do as much as you have been on that front. I’ve gone over the list of things I want you to do, but in addition, you’re going to start online schooling. You’re just doing the basics, for now, so don’t worry about picking a major or some such nonsense.”
“I never asked to go to school.”
“No. But part of me taking care of you also means expanding your mind. I’m not implying you’re stupid if that’s what you’re worried about. I know several highly intelligent people that didn’t even finish high school. I just want something else to occupy your mind while I’m away. Besides, give it a chance. You might like it.”
“I’m not Melody.”
He stops mid-buckle and stares at me for a moment. “I know you’re not. I don’t know what you’ve heard or what you think you know, but I never desired Melody in that way. I was having far too much fun getting Jeremy riled up. Besides,” he says while he finishes buckling. “He probably would have never claimed her if he wasn’t so worried about me.”
“D-did he have to be worried about you?” There had been some tension surrounding Melody, but I never even had the thought of viewing her as my sexual rival. Now, I’m not so sure.
“My dear, I didn’t even know you existed. Something you should know about me is I get a thrill out of pushing everyone to their breaking point. I like knowing their limits. Your sister was the same. I wanted to break her. But that’s the main difference between the two of you. I wanted to use her up and toss her aside. I’m not letting go of you so easily, and that’s a promise.”
His kiss is hard and fast, leaving me reeling as he slips on the jewelry. The necklace is grand enough, but there’s also a pair of earrings, a cuff, and an anklet. All but the earrings lock with an odd piece of metal shaped like an L. “I’m not going to lose these if that’s what you’re worried about. You don’t have to lock them onto me.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about in the slightest,” he murmurs against my head before brushing his lips across my forehead. Holding me tight, he nods then turns around to leave. “Try to have fun with your studies. I want you to give it at least a month, then we’ll negotiate.”
He’s out the door before I can even have a chance to ask him anything else. Questions swirl through my brain as I stare after him, wishing he’d magically reappear. When the door opens again, my heart swells, thinking he’s come back. But instead, it’s Angela.
“Don’t look so disappointed. You know he’ll come back. Let’s get today started.” I take a step forward, and instantly I’m made aware of the chastity belt again. “Come on! We haven’t got all day.”
“Yes, but, you see, he….” She crosses her arms and looks at me, saying nothing. Heat explodes over my face as I formulate just how to ask her this embarrassing question. “He put me in this. You know.”
“Chastity belt?”
“Yeah. That thing. How do you...you know...go while in it?”
She laughs, the smile crinkling her eyes. “I’ll take it off of you, you go, and I’ll put it back on.”
“Wait. Come on. You don’t really mean -.”
“And no dehydrating yourself either, missy. I mean it. Let’s go.”
She walks behind me to push me forward, and I go without a fuss. The chastity belt is something I can handle, no problem. It’s the other part -the relying on another person to help me do the basic necessity of peeing – that I didn’t account for. That alone will make me rethink ever wanting to touch myself without permission again. It’s humiliating and degrading, but knowing Doctor Rayne, that’s probably the point.
Once in the kitchen, she sets my list next to my plate of food. The eggs and hash browns look incredible, but they are the furthest thing from my mind right now. Easing down, I shift my hips to where I won’t just land hard on the damn thing. Angela has the audacity to smirk behind her coffee as she watches the situation with glee.
“You didn’t have to tell him anything,” I spit out, sliding my fork into the white tops of my eggs to release the yolk inside. “I’m sure he has enough ways to torture me without you helping.” Her smile grows bigger as she sips but remains silent.
Sighing, I cut into the other egg and mix the yolk and whites into my hash browns until they’re completely coated before sliding the fork in between my lips. Flavors explode over my tongue, and I moan softly at the savory taste.
“I’ll tell Jerry you like them when I pass by the kitchen.”
Nodding, I watch as she leaves before looking down at my list. It’s considerably shorter, with the words Online Orientation in bold and underlined at the bottom. The egg and hash brown mixture sit heavy in my stomach. I’ve never been against education. Far from it. But Melody was always the smart one. She would come home with straight A’s or A’s and B’s if the classes were hard. I was lucky to get a B. The food on my plate is no longer tempting as I think about what awaits me later.
“He’s not going to like knowing you didn’t clean your plate.”
I lift my gaze to see an older man with dark, black hair and just a touch of grey at the temples. His eyes are kind, with lines on either side. Looking down, I see the apron with bits of flour and whatever else splattering the front, and guilt adds to the negative sensations filling my gut.
“You don’t have to tell him, you know.”
He sighs and walks over, picking up my fork. “So, this is what you do to my culinary masterpieces. You merge them together into a glue.”
“Sorry. No offense. I just like them that way.”
He chuckles before scooping up a forkful and holding it to my lips. “None taken. I’m not a frou-frou chef that gets his feelings hurt if someone doesn’t like my food. Eat it, don’t eat it. Once I’m done, it’s out of my hands. Here, take another bite for me.”
My lips curl up in distaste. It’s one thing when Doctor Rayne does stuff for me; it’s something else when a near stranger does it. I’m getting closer to Angela by the day, and it still rubs me the wrong way when she does things to me. Sighing again, he sets the fork down.