Chapter 3
Louis
O ne thing required by every psychiatrist was the basic understanding of human behaviour. That was a skill I’d perfected long before I began studying for my masters. Everyone had a tell.
It was more subtle for some than it was for others, but every single person on this earth gave away what they were really thinking with one single expression.
Whether it be a tug at the corner of their mouth, a slightly raised brow, or an obvious snort, it was there. All anyone had to do was pay attention.
I, of course, was the exception. That was the benefit of going as deeply into the human psyche as I had. I knew what my tells were and how to hide them. No one, and I mean no one knew what I was really thinking.
My office for example… It appeared to be an upscale place. A comfortable leather couch, with a large cherrywood desk and fully lined bookshelves. No one knew about the cameras I had hidden, recording my patients darkest secrets.
Some might say I was violating patient-doctor confidentiality, but was I really? A lot of psychiatrists recorded their sessions, and I wasn’t sharing this information with anyone. It was more of a catalog of things I could use should I need to.
Besides, who was going to stop me?
People sought my professional help for a reason. Usually for a reason they wanted to keep quiet. I didn’t turn on the cameras for everyone, but if a state senator happened to walk into my office…
“Sir,” my receptionist Wanda called out through the intercom. “The Galveston’s are here for their appointment.”
Excellent.
Bracing my elbows on the desk, I leaned forward and clicked the button to respond. “Thank you Wanda.”
Today’s appointment would be one where I did use my hidden devices.
Not because I thought Bill or his wife had anything particularly interesting to say.
They were quite boring actually. Honestly, I didn’t know why they insisted on couple’s counselling.
The biggest problem they had was which brand of laundry detergent to use.
The purpose for today’s recording was purely for my own personal pleasure.
I took a few minutes to check my emails before clicking on the remote in my pocket. Having a button installed in my office to turn on the cameras may have been a simpler option, but then I ran the risk of Wanda stumbling across it. That and I didn’t like giving up control.
After I made a few minor adjustments–siding the metronome on my desk forward and straightening my suit jacket–I tapped the button on the intercom. “Send them in.”
It was time to greet my patients.
I sat back, listening to the leather in my chair creak as the door opened.
Wanda was the first to enter, followed by Bill then his wife June.
My eyes skimmed over June’s bare calves and up to the hemline of her pencil skirt.
She wasn’t a bad looking woman by any means.
Thick mane of dark hair and bright eyes.
What she was doing with Bill I never understood.
He was a rather plain fellow with a touch of a beer belly.
His store was however, quite successful.
How would his pretty little wife feel if she knew what he liked to do on his days off at my club? Maybe when our time was done, I’d let her know that today’s session was because of her husband’s latest visit to Malum. And what he did to one of my girls.
I folded my hands on my lap and waited for Bill and June to take a seat.
Just like she did with every other appointment, Wanda slid her gaze my way and asked, “will there be anything else?”
“No, Wanda,” I waved her off. “Thank you.”
She gave me a nod and left, closing the door behind her, which was when I turned my attention to my patients.
“What would you like to discuss today?”
June started by rambling off on tedious things. Bill not picking up his towel, or putting the toilet seat down and such.
I listened to her talk, making the appropriate ‘uh huh’s’ and nods, before reaching out and clicking on the metronome.
It wasn’t the gentle tick, tick, tick, wafting through the room that drown their voices out.
It was the effect that sound had on their minds.
Here’s an interesting fact, most people don’t know they’ve been hypnotized unless the one doing it wants them to.
Meaning, every time someone walked into a psychiatrist’s office, they ran the risk of being at his complete and utter control. Much like these two were now.
June was hunched forward with her eyes closed and head down, while Bill’s head was back, resting against the couch.
I could do anything I wanted to them right now.
Beat them, kill them, fuck them, and they wouldn’t do a thing to fight back.
They wouldn’t even say a word without my permission. Like lambs to the slaughter.
Rolling my chair back, I rose to my feet and cleared my throat. “You will now wake up Bill, but you won’t be able to move or speak unless I say so.”
The hazed over look clouding Bill’s dark eyes washed away and was quickly replaced with confusion.
I waited and watched as he tried to move, then struggle to speak. Until finally realization set in and he slid his gaze over to his wife.
“Bill, Bill, Bill.” I tsked while walking over to sit on the coffee table in front of him. “Did you think there wouldn’t be any repercussions.” When I saw his lips twitch, I added, “you may speak, but no yelling.”
Not that it would matter. My office was soundproof, and even if it wasn’t, Wanda would never come in unless asked.
“What’s happening? Why can’t I move?”
“You’ve been hypnotized, Bill,” I stated and looked over at June, “just like your pretty wife.”
When his brows pulled together in confusion and he asked, “Why?” I wanted to shake my head.
“Come now Bill, you’re not that dumb.” I tipped my head and arched a brow. “You put one of my girls in the hospital.”
Did he really think he would get away with it?
Bill’s eyes widened. “What are you going to do?”
I looked over at June sitting next to him with her hands folded on her lap. “How much do you love your wife, Bill?”
The heavy swallow he choked down was answer enough for me.
“Stand up, June.”
“What are you doing?” Bill called out when she obeyed and robotically rose to her feet.
Propping my elbow on my thigh, I dropped my chin in my palm and openly eyed June’s body. A feat that would’ve been easier if she wasn’t wearing such unflattering clothing.
“That’s a lovely outfit June, did you pick it out?”
“No,” she stated flatly. “Bill did.”
That wasn’t surprising. Women who looked like her typically showed off their curves. “What kind of panties are you wearing?”
“June.” Bill snapped. “Sit down.”
She of course ignored him.
“A lace thong.” A small smile spread across her lips. “I like lace.”
“As do I June.”
Bill’s frown morphed into a snarl. “You motherfucker… if you so much as touch her…”
“I bet you look good in lace, June.” I locked my stare on Bill’s. “Why don’t you show me.”
June began to strip and that’s when Bill tried to yell, despite the command I’d given him. So, what should’ve been an amplified sound coming out of his mouth, was instead a garbled growl.
While the struggle in his tone was amusing, it was also disruptive. Every time he told his wife to sit down, or tried to get her to stop, her face would twitch.
That I couldn’t have. Three words was all it took to silence the man.
“Be quiet Bill.”
Now all he could do was glare his hatred at me as I leaned back and admired his wife’s exposed body. June did indeed look good in lace. I particularly enjoyed the way her pert, pink nipples pressed against the white fabric.
“Take your panties off.”
June slid them down her legs while I took my time, letting my eyes drift over her curves to the small patch of dark hair between her legs. It wasn’t what I usually went for, but the little heart decorating her cunt was cute.
I lifted my arm and gave a little wave. “Come here, June.”
The obedient way she shuffled over had my cock stiffening.
I got hard when they played submissive, but when I had complete control…
that was true euphoria. My first taste of total power exchange came five years ago with a girl I couldn’t control myself around.
I would’ve married her if I could’ve found her.
Instead I was left with a wife I couldn’t stand and revolving door of mistresses who attempted to satiate that need.
“You really are a beauty.” My head titled to follow the trail my palm made over her breast, down the curve of her hip, and to the smooth skin on her thigh. “Tell me June, does your husband make you come?”
Her sweet voice wafted down at me. “Sometimes.”
“Only sometimes, that’s a shame.” I frowned over at Bill, who was seething. “A husband should know how to get his wife off, don’t you think June?”
“Yes.”
Did the monotone of her voice bother me? Not in the least. What did bother me were the daggers her husband was shooting my way. There was no doubt in my mind that if Bill could move, he would kill me.
Well, he would try.
“June, I want you to sit on your husband’s lap and face me.”
Bill needed to learn what happened when he messed with me. So, I made sure to turn around and lock eyes with him as his wife did as commanded.
“Good,” I said once she was on his lap. “Now spread your legs and finger fuck yourself.”
Now that was a sight to behold. June’s delicate fingers sliding in her wet cunt. Was I surprised she was wet? No. I’d been conditioning her for this for weeks. I could’ve handled the situation quickly, but the true satisfaction of revenge came to the patient man.
Her moans filled my office as she shoved her fingers in her cunt. She was enjoying herself. Her husband on the other hand…
Not only could I see Bill’s anger, but I could feel it. Too bad for him I wasn’t done yet.
Bill couldn’t do anything but sit there like a useless lump when I got down on my knees and unzipped. I could hear his teeth grinding. The sound mingled with my low groan as I shoved my length inside his wife.
I thrust in and out, in slow movements so I could enjoy the way her wet walls squeezed around my girth, while she rocked her hips, begging for more.
“Your wife feels good Bill.” I groaned and snapped my hips. “I might have to put her to work in my club.”
Sweet little June was so repressed I could feel her need for release. She would love to be used by countless men night after night until she was covered in their come. That was something I would like to see. Bill… not so much.
The glare on his face made me smirk. But it was nowhere near enough.
So, I made sure June put on a show, clutching my shoulders while she screamed my name and begged for more.
The icing on the cake didn’t come from my commands though.
June’s body did that for me. Bill must really be lacking in the husband department because her pussy clenched tightly, creaming all over my cock again and again and again.
I was barely even trying. At one point I even stopped moving my hips and let her fuck me. Orgasm after orgasm wracked through her body, and all I told her to do was let go and take what she wanted. June was starving and I was more than willing to feed her.
But it was the look in Bill’s eyes that had the tingle running up my spine. That right there… the look of utter defeat on a man’s face was my entrance to heaven.
Two more pumps and I pulled out of June to stand up and fist my cock.
“Open your mouth, Bill.”
The instant his lips parted, I threw my head back and shot my load on his tongue.
One angry tear rolled down Bill’s cheek as I ordered him to swallow.
My point was made. He wouldn’t fuck with me or one of my girls again. That didn’t stop me from rubbing it in.
“Suck your wife’s cum off my dick, Bill. ”
Satisfaction rolled through me when his lips parted and wrapped around me.
“That’s it.” I panted while grabbing the back of his head and shoving my cock down his throat. “Get it all.”
I would’ve enjoyed the moment more if my phone didn’t vibrate with a call.
Sighing, I reached down and pulled my phone out of my pocket.
My teeth ground at the name displayed on the screen. Why the fuck was my wife calling? She knew I was at work.
Taking my anger out on Bill, I violently shoved more of my length in his mouth and answered the phone. “What do you want?”
“Are you coming to the doctors?”
I had completely forgot about that.
Glancing down at my watch, I asked, “what time is the appointment?”
“2:30.”
That was less than an hour away.
“I’ll be on my way in ten minutes.” I I looked down into Bill’s desperate eyes. “I’m almost finished here.”
“Don’t take too long fucking your assistant.” My wife hissed.
“That’s a good idea.” I hissed back at her. “Maybe I’ll come back and fuck her after.”
With that, I hung up.
I hated my wife. If it wasn’t for our son Micha I would’ve gotten rid of her a long time ago. She was currently pregnant with our second child and as much as I loathed being around her, I didn’t want to miss anything. Becoming a father was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Now for these two.
“I want you to remember what my cock tastes like Bill. The next time you fuck with me, I’ll shove it in your ass.”
I pulled my dick out of his mouth and tapped my palm on his cheek. “Now be a good boy.” Then to drive the nail in further I leaned in close to June and whispered, “explore your options with other men sweet June. They’ll be the only ones that can satisfy you.”
And just like that, I broke up a fifteen year marriage.
No one fucked with the king of kings.