Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

Chapter 14

Andrew

Each day startsout the same. Inspections, ass play, enema, shower, dressing, and dilator. Since that one incident, she hasn’t played with herself without permission. After a week, I decided to forego the chastity belt. Each week she’s able to take an even bigger dilator than the week before, giving me hope that soon she’ll be able to take me. Each night I keep hoping that this is the night she’ll beg for my cock, but it hasn’t happened yet. I won’t push just yet, but soon, she’ll have to decide if she’s brave enough.

Glancing over, I watch as she runs the brush through her hair, nerves making her tremble. It’s only dinner with Grigori and Chelsea, so I’m not sure why she can’t stop shaking. Making my way over, I slide my hands down her arms, chafing the cold skin. There’s not enough fat to keep her warm. Even with Jerry and I practically force-feeding her every chance we can, she still looks too thin.

I’ve already given her the other three trackers, so no more “nutrients” are needed. Granted, they did help give some color to her skin but did nothing to stick some meat on her bones. There’s got to be something else we can do, some other food that will help. She picks at every meal like she’s a bird - a bird wasting away to nothing.

As loath as I am to even think about it, Mother did always have some sure-fire recipes to get us feeling better, and none of us were skin and bones. I would think it was just her genetic makeup, but Melody is of similar height and build and looks nothing like her. Even a cursory glance at her genealogy doesn’t explain it. She just isn’t putting on weight.

Shaking my head, I kiss her crown and go back to adjusting my cufflinks. Perhaps she’s shaking so much because it’s the fancy party she’s worried about and not the guests that are attending? Hopefully, Jeremy will take me up on my invitation and bring Melody. That should help with her nerves. Checking my phone, I see his confirmation and let out a sigh. Everything is going as planned. As long as no fights break out, tonight should go perfectly.

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Chastity

The person staring back at me in the mirror looks just like me but isn’t. I can’t seem to recognize myself anymore. The jewelry is bad enough, but now, Doctor Rayne is having me put on a cocktail dress so he can parade me around his friends. True, Chelsea will be there, and it will be nice to see a familiar face, but this is all too much. I’m not this type of person. I don’t attend black-tie events.

Doctor Rayne is being so kind and understanding, but there’s a tension underlying every touch, every word. I don’t know what’s making him on edge, but it’s rubbing off on me. Setting the brush down, I watch him as he finishes getting ready. He looks stunning in his suit and bow tie. I know I look gorgeous too; it’s not that. It’s just that I feel like a fraud. Anyone can do their hair and don on a pretty dress, but that doesn’t make them high class.

He extends his hand to me, and I know my time is up. Giving myself one last look, I hold my head up high, feigning a regality I don’t feel. What would we even talk about? Or would this be one of those dinners where the submissives are seen and not heard? He wraps his hand around mine, the warmth driving me to snuggle closer to get more of it. If the snippets I’ve heard from Jerry are true, tonight will certainly be a feast to remember.

Walking into the dining room, my jaw drops as I take in the finery. I know Doctor Rayne is rich - he’s never made that a secret - but I didn't realize just how rich until now. Our plain dining table is now covered in dark fabrics and stunning candelabras. The plates look like china, but I won’t know until further inspection. More silverware than I can account for sits on either side of the plates, silent but deadly in their ability to cause massive humiliation.

All thoughts of food flee from my mind as he leads me to my chair. With a soft caress on my head, he turns to the head and sits next to me. Neither of us says anything. Doctor Rayne looks deep in thought, but I don’t have such a luxury. None of my thoughts are deep. They’re all surface level and keep swirling in my mind.

“Master Volkov and Master Richards are here, Sir.”

Richards? That means Melody! My heart leaps as five people enter the room, my eyes instantly lighting on Melody and Chelsea. The expressions on their faces aren’t at all what I expect. Instead of any shred of happiness, both shoot daggers at each other with their eyes. I drag my gaze away from them and onto the man I hadn’t seen before. He looks similar to Master Grigori but with a more open air of lethality about him.

Shivering, I reach out to grab Doctor Rayne’s pant leg, needing something to keep me steady. This new man has the same look and build as the men that took me, but there’s no way he’d be allowed in the house if he was one...right? Can I really trust that this stranger will leave me alone?

“Chastity,” Doctor Rayne cuts into my thoughts. “This is Sergei. He’s a bodyguard to Master Grigori and keeps an eye on Chelsea.”

“See. Told you. I keep bitch safe.”

I gasp as Chelsea scowls. She squints her eyes and tugs on Master Grigori’s coat sleeve, her voice a touch above petulant. “I told you he calls me a bitch.”

Master Grigori just chuckles and leads her to her seat. “Well, you were being one today, weren’t you?”

With a huff, she settles down into the chair and flashes me a bright smile, the slight completely forgotten. Melody sits next to me with Master Jeremy to the right of her. All couples seem at ease with the amount of silverware sitting in front of them, and I can’t help but feel a little jealous.

“Do you know how to use all these?” Melody leans in close, her forehead pinched as she looks at all the forks and spoons.

“Thank God. No. I thought you did.”

“Please, like we’d eat this fancy on a teacher’s salary.”

“Want to try that again? I keep you pretty well satisfied, or do we need to revisit how you were screaming my name while you came on my cock.” The blush that crosses Melody’s face is so like mine. It makes me feel just a touch better, like I’m not in this dark world alone. The more she squirms, the more Master Jeremy smiles. It’s as if he’s trying to humiliate her.

Jerry walks in, apron pristine. I didn’t even know he had a clean one. Everyone turns to him, giving him their rapt attention. His food is freaking fabulous, and I can’t wait to see what he whipped up for tonight. More than that, I’m so happy he came in and broke the tension between Melody and Master Richards. The last thing I want to think about is my little sister riding someone old enough to be, well, too old. Either way, he’s too old. I hazard a glance over at Doctor Rayne. Not like he’s any younger.

“Thank you for coming, ladies and gentlemen, I’m Jerry, and I will be your chef for the evening. I’d like to tell you about our menu while Angela prepares to serve.”

My stomach flips as he begins to talk. Gone is the kindly, fatherly type that force-fed me breakfast when needed, and in his place is a commanding presence. Even though he’s talking about food, just seeing him like this makes me hesitant to try what he’s serving. He’s never sounded this in charge over eggs and waffles.

“Course one will be our first appetizer consisting of Caprese skewers served with a balsamic reduction drizzle and a pan-seared, sesame-crusted ahi tuna bites.”

My stomach drops even lower. Courses? Fuck. I can barely finish one meal, let alone courses. Doctor Rayne reaches over and gathers my hand in his, as if he can feel my turmoil. I look back at him, giving him a hesitant smile. Though his lips never move, he squeezes my hand, filling me with warmth.

“Course two will be our second appetizer consisting of merlot meatballs and baked stuffed mushrooms.”

I glance over at Melody. Mushrooms are not her favorite. At least they weren’t when I last knew her. Who knows what could have changed. I watch as her shoulders shrug up and a small wriggle goes down her back. Still doesn’t like them.

“Our salad will be the spring mix salad with candied pecans, cranberries, sliced pears, and a poppyseed dressing. Our main course tonight will be a roasted squab served on parmesan risotto with balsamic carrots.”

Squab? What the fuck is squab? Melody turns to me, her eyes widening. She doesn’t dare say a word, no one does, but her eyes say it all. She doesn’t know any more than I do. I glance over at Chelsea, and she gives a small shrug before shaking her head. What the hell am I going to eat? Knowing Doctor Rayne, he won’t let me get away with just a few meatballs and some salad.