Page 11 of Tame Me

“Oh, that’s good,” I groan.

“I’m going to fill you with my come, Ayla. You’re going to take me like the good girl you are,” Thane grunts. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

“More!” I pant.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, slowing his pace.

“Thane!” I complain.

“Tell me,” he repeats.

“Hard! Please, just… hard,” I groan. “Fuck, please.”

“Is my sweet girl asking me to hurt her?” Thane grunts as he pulls out of me. I open my mouth to respond as he slams his cock into me so hard that my back arches as I scream out. He does it again and again, quickening his pace with every violent thrust. Soon, he can’t get the leverage he needs to fuck me, so he rolls me to my back and pushes my knees to my chest. This allows him to start in on a frenzy where the triggers don’t even know where I went. This man fucks me so hard and fast that I’m screaming through orgasms so intense that I can’t think.

Before I know it, he is exploding inside of me. “Fuck!” I gasp, “Oh, fuck! I can feel it. Jesus, you’re too big.”

“Jesus, Ayla. Your cunt is a drug,” he grunts as he drops my legs and buries his face between my thighs. He dives into my pussy as he wraps his arms around my thighs to keep me pinned in place. As he eats his come out of me, he brings orgasms to the surface that leave me sobbing. By the time he finally pulls away, I am unable to speak or think, and I’m shaking so badly that all I can do is melt into his chest when he lies down with me.

“I’m already so fucking hooked on you, Ayla. How am I ever going to give you up?” Thane murmurs into my hair.

I am sitting at my desk, but lost in thought. Today has been crazy busy. I’ve done intake for several participants. I think all of them show promise, but it’s Ayla that I can’t get out of my head. I knew it was a bad idea to bring her here because then I’d have to sit here knowing my best friend is the one fucking her. I love Thane like a brother, but what I wouldn’t give…

I have had the pleasure of helping treat Ayla. I’ve crossed so many lines with her, but I stopped giving a shit. I was never inappropriate with her, unless my thoughts count. She sees herself as this permanently damaged person, but she is growing into an amazing person now that she is allowing herself to heal. It’s been amazing to see her come out of her shell. She’s smart, funny, witty, and damn gorgeous.

Okay, so I also have a thing for her. A crush, if you will. I don’t know what to call it, but I’ve never been so jealous of Thane before. Of course, he is amazing, so she will fall for him. I won’t deny that he is the better man. There is a soft knock at my door, and I look up to see Tabitha Sawyer, the other lead psychiatrist, walk into my office.

“Hey,” I grunt out.

“Hey, you want to talk about it?”

“Do you?” I quip. I have no reason to be a dick to her. I know it’s not her fault. Tabitha is like the annoying sister I’d walk through hell and back for, but I’d love to lock her in a closet sometimes.

She raises her eyebrow at me and crosses her arms. “I’m not the one who looks like they’ve just been run through hell. Also, you know that we have to have a meeting after everyone is checked in for our own mental health.”

“I’m fine,” I huff.

“Really?” she deadpans.

“Fine. I’m not fine. I let myself grow attached to Ayla, and then fucking handed her off to Thane. I guess I’m just realizing what that would mean.”

“Professionalism aside, does he know how you feel about her?” she asks as she sits in the black leather chair across from my desk.

“No. Honestly, it’s probably a terrible idea that I brought her here, but I think she will do well,” I say, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my hands down my face. “I just know Thane jumped on her the first chance he got.”

“You did this to yourself, Reid,” she chuckles. “You need to talk to Thane. The only way this goes smoothly, and you two don’t end up fighting, is if Thane knows how you feel. You also have to be alone with her.”

“Yeah,” I sigh. “We will take her on outings to see how she does in public. She’s not been in the real world, so we need to see how she will function day to day after the program.”

“Oh, I bet Missy will love that,” Tabitha says sarcastically.

I’ve been with Missy for two years, and both Tabitha and Thane have hated her since day one. I’ve tried to leave her, but she is a relentless bitch, and I just don’t have the energy to devote to her crazy ass. So, I stay here for six weeks at a time to escape her bullshit.

“She’ll be fine,” I remark dismissively, though we both know it’s not true. If she gets even a hint that I’ve been alone with any female, she will lose her shit. She thinks I don’t treat female participants, but the less she knows, the better. When she rages, I end up with bruises because I refuse to hit her. Although I would love to rock her shit and show her what it feels like, I won’t.

“Well, if you need anything, just let me know,” Tabitha says.

“I will,” I lie. “I should call Missy before she blows my phone up.”