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Just the thought of fucking her mouth again makes everything squeeze so painfully hard that spots dance before my eyes. Better yet, maybe I should take a page out of Grigori’s playbook and punish that naughty little asshole with my cock. If she’s so untrained as to not be skilled with her mouth, I highly doubt that puckered back entrance has seen any action.

Probably better to be like Richards and train her first, then take it. Besides, I’m not that bad of an ogre. I would rather her enjoy my cock no matter what hole I shove it in.

With a wicked grin, I trail the back of the knife down her throat, only allowing the very tip to graze her at random moments. Though the knife is not normally a tool I wield, I’m familiar enough not to actually harm her with it. She doesn’t know that.

Her nose flares as her eyes go wide. Nervous, maybe even scared. Just where I fucking want her.

Bringing the tip down, I slice through the front tie holding the robe together, ridding her of it with one efficient stroke. As it flutters to the ground, she brings up her hands to cover her chest, sending a maniacal chuckle through my lips.

“You’re going to be far more naked by the time I’m through with you.”

“But- But. He... D- Doctor...”

“Yes,” the psychiatrist calls out as he finishes pulling up the edges to make a crude Saint Andrew’s cross. “That would be Doctor Andrew.”

“He’ll see me,” she wheezes, taking another step backward.

I don’t allow her to escape. For each inch back she goes, I gain another forward. “You didn’t seem to care at all about that when you snuck in. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, and yet, there you were, right in the middle. Kneeling with the other submissives as if you belonged.”

“Well,” she counters as she fumbles over her words. “How in the hell would I know what kinky shenanigans would be going on here at Loftry? You aren’t supposed to be doing any of that with any of the students. Besides, you had no idea it was me.” For a moment, her lips turn down into a small pout. “I’m sure you just thought I was one of the many.”

For a moment, words fail me. My breath exhales in a low growl as I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Though it will probably hurt your feelings to know, you stuck out like a sore thumb. You didn’t belong there. Youdon’tbelong there.”

“But I was good enough for you to face fuck.”

My lips quirk up into a soft smirk. “That’s not fair. I’ve been wanting my cock inside you somehow, someway. You just gave me the perfect opportunity to do it.” In an instant, however, I sober. “But what if it hadn’t been me? What if it had been one of the others who forced his cock down your throat? What then?”

“I’d fight him.”

Even Doctor Andrew stills at her stupidity.

“That’s not how this works. Once The Society owns you, we own every bit of you. You lose the right to say no. You lose all autonomy. Every inch, every pore, every hole is ours to do what we want with. You’re lucky you snagged my attention first. Others might not have been so gentle. If you would have fought, you would have been punished. They would have seen it as a challenge to break you. Or worse, you would have been found out as a fraud and revealed to everyone.”

“And that would have been bad?”

This time I barely hear her. If I hadn’t been watching her lips so closely, I would have lost her words completely.

“These are not nice men. Don’t let their easy smiles fool you. They all have something to gain by being here and everything to lose as well.”

“But-“

“There are no buts about this, Ashleigh. I don’t know why I can’t seem to make you understand how much danger you put yourself into tonight. But don’t worry. You’ll learn soon enough. Men like these, powerful men, they have a way of making things disappear. If anything were to happen to you too...” Straightening, I clear my throat. “Nothing will happen to you, because I will make sure it doesn’t.”

I lower myself a touch and plant my shoulder into Ashleigh’s midsection so I can flop her up and onto my shoulder. Though she squeals and kicks, I ignore the soft blows as I lead her over to the cross. As much as I hate the idea of anyone touching her besides me, perhaps Doctor Andrew can help me get through to her.

If the wrong person had seen her.

If the wrong person finds out.

God help me, but I’d murder the lot to keep my submissive safe.

The very need to keep her protected makes me desperate. And desperate is a very fucking dangerous place to be.

As I reach the cross, I drop her back down. The instant her feet touch the ground, she goes to the side as if she’s going to take off again. Slippery little minx. Scared or not, she will not leave her until I say she can go.

Doctor Andrew takes one arm, and I take the other. As she struggles and thrashes, she remains silent. Only her harsh grunts as she does her best to tug out of our grips fill the space. What is she playing at? I’m sure if this was a fear response, she’d be trying to scream or holler.

Next to me, Doctor Andrew rolls his eyes and holds out his hand. “Knife, if you please.”