Page 135 of Brainwashed

“I lied,” I whisper, resisting the urge to grind my ass against his crotch.

I’m not sure what about this man turns me so needy, but I’m not trying to overthink it. I want things with Dr. Love that I’ve never tried before. Things I think I’ve always secretly wanted, but didn’t have the stomach to ask for.

I was always too busy bending over backwards for the guys who were ultimately going to leave me. Either on their own or by my hand.

“I think you’re lying now.” He squeezes my throat, causing a tightness in my face. “I saw you in that video, Felix. You liked the feeling, but you didn’t want it from him.”

“Wow, you really zoomed in on that shit, didn’t you?” I chuckle, and he lets out a low noise, choking me tighter. “How many times have you watched it?”

“Shut up, Felix… This isn’t going to work,” he hisses. “The only thing you’re about to do is make me beat your ass.”

“I think I might like that too,” I purr, giving in and dragging my ass along his crotch.

I can feel the shape of him, gliding in between the crack through my pants. It’s wildly satisfying.

Dr. Love spins, shoving me toward the door. My front connects with it, and I grunt at the pain. Still, it turns me on. I never knew how badly I wanted this… To be manhandled like a common whore.

Turns out it’s a hidden kink. Who knew?

“I think it’s time for you to go.” Dr. Love releases me, reaching for the door handle. “You’re pissing me off too much today.”

“Why?” I peer at him over my shoulder. “Because I’m forcing you to confront your feelings? Because you know you secretly want to rip my clothes off as much as I want you to…?”

His face goes bewildered for a second. “I don’t…”

“Yes, you do,” I state firmly. “And the sooner you accept it, the sooner we can move past this fight-then-fuck bullshit and just fuck.”

He snarls out of frustration and slams his palm down flat on the door, right beside my head. I can’t help but flinch. “You’re driving me fucking crazy. What the fuck is it about you? I swear to God, no one’s ever made me feel so… so…”

“So what?” I gasp, shivering all over with need.

“Out of control,” he hums, pressing himself into me from behind. “So desperate for something I’ve literally never wanted before.”

“It’s just sex, Doctor…” I pant heavily.

He traps me between his large body and the door. “Sex with aman… I’m not gay, Felix.”

“It’ll feel the same, I promise,” I whimper. “Probably better.”

“You’re obnoxious,” he says, out of breath, grabbing the waist of my pants and forcing them down to my thighs.

My cock is so hard it tries to spring out, but it doesn’t have room because of the door, so it’s pointed at the floor. Dr. Love pulls away from me just enough to cup my ass in his strong hands and I mewl like a needy fucking slut.

“Your assisnice, though…” he mumbles in wonder, fingers roaming so close to the crack that I’m quavering. “Really nice. Round, full, peachy ass.”

“Mmm… It’s warm and tight for you,” I tell him with my head spinning.

I’ve never pleaded to be fucked before… I don’t even know how I would react to having him fuck me. The only thing that’s ever been inside my ass is that glass dildo Templeton used. But for some reason, Dr. Love just makes me want to bend over.

Is it because I’m so desperate to please the guys I want? That I’ll be whoever they want me to be just to get them to stay…

I hope not, but we’ll never know if we don’t try.

Dr. Love massages my bare ass for a moment, before shoving a finger up to my lips. “Suck.”

I do, slow and wet, making sure to watch him over my shoulder. His eyes never leave mine, save for the occasional drop to my mouth. His wide chest is fluctuating, ready to burst out of that button-down that barely fits him. It’s a fucking delicious sight. He looks sodangerous… Older and scary. Like he might be the one to kill me.

The thrill it gives me inside is unrivaled.