Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

Chastity

The terror from earlier dissipates as I look into Doctor Rayne’s eyes. It’s probably the ropes and not just him, but I feel like I’m already floating. I’m vaguely aware of movement around me, but I force myself to stare directly above. It’s torture to not know what’s happening around me, but he did say this was part of my punishment. If all I have to do is trust him and all is forgiven, then I can deal with some discomfort.

What’s happening now is certainly not worse than what happened to Melody. I want to cry for her, but surprisingly, nothing in me wants to break loose. Perhaps later when I’m safe, but right now, all I can think about is how her actions put me in danger. I don’t blame her. I don’t think she’s at fault - not exactly. But I can see why Doctor Rayne would feel the need to make sure she thinks in the future. Things didn’t turn out bad, but it was a miracle, not an accident.

Grunts and groans fill my ears from all around, and I have some idea of what’s happening. I don’t like the idea of men just jacking off around me, but for some reason, this is how he wants me to prove myself. If this is the worst of it, this is nothing. I’ve lived through much worse. It’s when the first glob hits my skin that the panic starts to rise again.

I arch up towards Doctor Rayne, trying to get away from the cum as it starts to hit me from all sides. I don’t want this. I don’t want other men to put their fluids on me. I only want him. “Please. No.” I whisper. I don’t want him thinking there’s any part of me that likes this, wants this.

“Shhhh. It will be over soon. All initiated submissives have to do this.”

Another squirt slides across my stomach. “Even my sister?”

His lips quirk up. “Yes, even your sister.”

A few more moments, and the groans start to fade. As he watches me, his lips slide up even higher. “Now, it’s my turn.”

He doesn’t release me but instead leaves my field of vision. I try to follow him with my eyes, but craning my neck only gets so far.

“Relax for me.” His fingers slide in, filling me, driving the air out of my lungs. This can’t be the punishment. It feels far too good.

I’m still a bit sore from the sex we had last night, but he’s gentle with me, coaxing, prodding, never just taking. Tears prick my eyes as I feel the head of his cock sliding through my lips, teasing my clit with every pass. In one, long stroke, he fills me to the hilt. A strangled groan erupts from my lips as he pulls back only to bottom out again. Over and over, he slams into me. It’s nothing like it was last night.

Until now, I had no idea how much he was holding back. The pinch of his cock as he slams deep inside me makes my insides clench. Sparks prickle along my skin as he rides me, chasing his orgasm. I’m so close. So very close. I just need him to help me along. Just a little bit. Instead, he grunts as his own orgasm overtakes him. His cock jerks deep inside me as he spills out. My body hums with need and arousal, and I nearly beg him to not leave when he pulls out.

I stay silent as he spills out and pulls away. I miss that feeling of connection. He moves around robotically, pulling at the ropes before standing me up. My fingertips brush against the cloak, thrilled to know this part is obviously over, but Doctor Rayne pulls my hand away.

“You won’t be needing that.”

Looking back down, I shuffle after him as we wind our way through the other members. Many are still in various acts of sex, the lurid images both arousing and mortifying me. No one seems to have a problem with showing their bits to everyone else. Or is it just because they’re so consumed with their lust that it just doesn’t matter? Will I ever get to that point?

He opens a door and leads me into an opulent room, fancier than even what he has at his house. In the middle is a whirlpool with the jets already bubbling. For the first time in my life, I think I’d honestly trade an orgasm for a nice soak. Everything is still just a bit overwhelming. Having Doctor Rayne here helps, but I’m still buzzing from everything that’s transpired.

Instead of taking me to the tub, we go to a glassed-in shower. Disappointment flows through me again as I realize I probably won’t get off or get to soak tonight.

“Stop with your pouting. I just want to rinse you off before taking you in there.”

As usual, he’s so in tune with my thoughts it’s as if I’m saying them out loud. Sighing, I tilt my head back as he sprays hot water over me, forcing all the cum splatters from my body. After, he takes some fragrant soap, woodsy and masculine, and rubs it all over me, paying close attention to my nipples. Groaning, I lean into him, letting his hands take away the stress of the evening.

Once he rinses me off again, he scoops me into his arms and walks me over to the tub. Laying me deep into the water, he bops my nose with the tip of his finger and walks back out of the room, not caring at all that he’s naked. Sighing, I lean my head against the tub and let the jets work their magic, forcing my brain away from where he is or what he could be doing.

“So, I’ll ask you once more. Do you trust me?” His loud voice startles me from my thinking. Shame fills me as I realize my thoughts were not positive at all. “Think before you answer. This is important. Do you trust me? Do you choose me?”

I stare deep into his warm eyes, digging down deep. I can understand why he would ask that of me. Yesterday, I had a choice. I chose wrong. I chose safe - well, the wrong safe. I chose what I was hoping was safe.

“Yes. I choose you.” My words are tremulous as I give him my answer, tears sparking the back of my eyes, but deep down, I know it’s him. It will always be him.

The smile he gives me is breathtaking. Pulling his hand out from behind his back, he shows me the necklace he had with him earlier. “I want you to make certain you choose me. Because once this collar is around your neck, you will belong to me. Your body, your mind, your heart. All of it. I will push you, tease you, make you uncomfortable, drive you insane, but you will be mine. Do you accept my collar?”

I nod, unable to speak. How can a simple yes convey all the emotion that’s in my brain?

“Words, Chastity.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Even when I deny you orgasms for being a naughty girl and running away with the wrong guy?”

A giggle erupts from my throat. “I don’t like it,” I tease, reaching out to run my fingers along his hardening shaft. “Especially when you torment me. But yes, Doctor.”

Growling, he lays the necklace next to the tub and climbs in, claiming my lips. “I don’t torment you half as much as you torment me.”

“Liar.”

He pulls me to straddle him, prodding my entrance with his head. From this angle, any movement down is so much tighter. Lowering me, inch by inch, he splits me open, the pain intermingling with the pleasure until my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Do you feel what you do to me? How hard you make me?” He groans against my neck as his lips slide against my wet skin. “God, the things I want to do to you. Now that I own you, I can pull every bit of pleasure out of that luscious body of yours.”

“Oh, yes, Doctor,” I groan, rocking my hips against his. I know I’m not allowed to come, but I can’t help it. I force myself lower, taking him in as deep as I can. His fingers flit against my clit, sending spasms through my core. I grip him tight as he guides my hips with his free hand.

“Just this once,” he whispers, “naughty girls get to come. Come for me, baby.”

The mix of his filthy words, his hot breath on my skin, and the strum of his fingers send me over the cliff. I cry out as he nips at my shoulder, curling his free hand under my back to hold me to him as he plows into me. Tears stream down my face as I clamp down on him, riding out my orgasm - but this time is different. This time, the tears are happy, freeing, owned.