Hii, okay so i have something in mind, Tom as a therapist and reader as his patient. Everyone thinks that she's crazy, but only Tom can understand her. Because truth is, they share the same way of thinking. He finally finds someone as dark as he is and that leads into a passionate session 👀

Doin’ Time - T.H

What no one tells you about being in a psych ward, is the overly-motivated doctors who want to ‘cure you’, while you continue to silently laugh at their attempts. There is no light at the end of the tunnel nowadays. You only look out of the window, speak in riddles not sentences, and annoy the staff.

Your late husband, another overly-motivated man put you here - he signed the papers and fled as fast and far as he could. The only thing you remember is the sound his tires made while he floored the gas.

Now, you were being hauled all the way to the west wing - where all the doctors reside. This facility was different from all the others. Doctors lives here full time, to watch over patients and analyse their behaviour. We were like rats, while they were the mad scientists.

“You’re getting a new doctor. He’s a nice eye candy, if yanno what I mean.” Judy, the guy you befriended suddenly awoke you from your little dream.

“Dreamin’ again? Must be the pills.” She chuckled.

Only if she knew why you were really here.

Judy banged on the steel door and it opened, revealing a a taller brunette. Your last therapist was almost 60, so this young one was a surprise.

“Come in, please.” He said as he took a seat in the leather chair. He clipped a stack of papers to his clipping board and ticked a couple of boxes. Looking at his watch, he wrote down the time - and for the first time, he actually looked at me. He looking into my eyes, looked at how dishelved my hair looked, how my eyebrows were growing bushy and so was my leg hair. But he seemed unphased about it.

“So, I saw you weren’t joining any other therapy groups. Why not?” He asked, waiting patiently for your answer.

“They’re annoying.”

“The people? Or the doctors?” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but squeeze your hands together. You hated people being happy - it was like hell here so why would someone be happy?

“Everyone. You included.”

“Wow. Straight to the point I see.” He scribbled down a couple of sentences and pointed to a bowl of cherries on the table. They looked ripe, and delicious.

You looked at him, puzzled. Was that a test question?

“Take one. Take a bite, only one. After that, hand it to me.” He said as he put the board next to him.

“No.”

“If you won’t, I will have to punish you.”

You gulped.

“No. I won’t.”

“Well then, I don’t have any other choice. Ever heard of sex therapy?” He stood up and took of his white coat.

“Obviously it’s not a real medical thing.” You replied, rolling your eyes. But what if he would hurt you?

“You know, your husband signed a contract. I can do anything I want to you. You also know that you need it. How long has it been, love? You can play coy all you like, but i know you. I have been looking at you for a long time.” He smirked slowly unbuttoning his white shirt.

A cold realisation hit you. The camera in your room must’ve been on this entire time. When you showered, masturbated and laid naked for hours to no end.

“I saw how you moaned. I saw it.” He tsked with his tongue. “Seems like you need to be fucked good and hard. Looks to me like you might be into this.” He threw his hands up to prove his point.

Leaning closer, you whisper. “I killed a man, that’s why i’m here. I can kill you too, you know.” You mocked him.

“So you don’t want me to fill your pussy up to the brim? make you cry on my cock?” He asked, standing so close to you that you could feel his calm heartbeat.

Yours was, let’s say, erratic.

“You want me. Say it and I will tear you apart with my cock.” He dragged his finger alongside your collar bones, stopping when he hit the white paper gown you were wearing.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, love, you will.” He ripped the gown off from you and you stood bare in front of him. Not wasting any time he grabbed your neck.

“I will be the last man you kill, understand?” He said and you showed him your middle finger.

Rolling his eyes, he grabbed your hair, let go of your neck and started sucking on your nipple. He bit you, scraped his teeth against your sensitive breasts and flicked them with his finger. Grabbing his belt, he tied your hands together and almost threw you against his table.

“Remember this, when you rub your desperate cunt next time.” He inserted two fingers inside of your sopping pussy. His fingers curled up and you let out a shrill.

“Shut up.” He slapped your cheek and you let out a small moan.

Not wasting any time, he took his slacks off and walked closer to you on the side. He grabbed your hair and made you look at his cock.

“See this? This will be our new therapy toy. I want you to think how this will heal you, okay?” He let go of your hair, walked back and finally inserted himself into your pussy. No preparation, he slid in with so much force that you had to bite your tongue.

“That’s it. You’re sucking me in so good.” He kept the pace fast, not allowing you to breathe.

“God, this might just kill me.” He panted, squeezed your hips and thrusted further. His tip kissed your cervix and he emptied himself inside of you.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He almost collapsed when he pulled his cock out, but again, he came around the table and wiped his and your cum on your cheek.

Untying your wrists, he gave you no time to recover. “Get up. Against the wall.” He motioned for you to hurry, but you could hardly stand. He flipped you around, putting your hands on the wall and kneeling down. There, a small bullet vibrator in his hand. He turned in on, and pushed it into you. The buzzing made your knees give up, but he caught you and pulled you back up.

“Now i don’t want to hear one word.” Turning you around, he made you sink to the floor and presented his cock right in front of your face.

“Be a sweetheart and suck. Don’t you dare bite me.”

And you did suck. You took him as far as you could, choking and gagging around his length. He grabbed the back of your head and made you keep it inside for as long as possible. Finally, coming inside of your mouth.

“Swallow. Keep the vibrator. I want you to use it. Don’t forget, I’ll be watching.” He smirked and pulled his pants up.

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