Mind Games: The Obsession of Dr Lewis

Chapter 20

Nathan

I bought a coffee and headed towards my car, glad to be done in the office. My office manager deserved the raise for the commendable job she had done in my absence. It was one less thing to worry about. My practice was in good hands between her and the other therapists.

I took a long sip of my cinnamon-laced latte before I checked my phone. Daisy had bounced back a little too quickly for my liking after seeing the news about her mother's arrest and stepfather’s death.

My mouth dropped open when I saw she had the black dildo stuffed inside her pussy. The same black dildo that was supposed to be on her rocking horse. She lay sprawled on the bed with her legs spread open, going to town on herself. It wasn't soft or subtle movements. She was fucking herself hard and fast.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered to myself.

I threw my phone on the passenger seat and drove home like a homicidal maniac. I knew I would get a few tickets on the route home, but I didn't give a shit. If Daisy needed a hard fucking it would be from me and that goddamn dildo I was stupid enough to leave in her room. My cock was so hard as the image of her ramming the dildo in and out of her pussy was seared into my brain.

I drained the coffee by the time I parked my car and grabbed the phone to see her again. The dildo was gone, but she was fingering her sweet pussy and playing with her nipples. I took a screenshot as evidence before I picked up my briefcase to exit my car. I paused to take a deep breath. She knew the rules.

If Daisy wanted to play with fire, she should be prepared to get burnt.

I got everything together, and it took a couple of trips to take everything up to the attic level, but it would be worth the effort. By the time I unlocked her door she sat on the bed fully clothed with a smile on her face. I did a double-take because it hadn't taken me long to get everything together and heat up the water. She wore a red off-shoulder sweater with a pair of black leggings. Her legs were crossed over, and she sat primly on the edge of the bed.

“Hello, Daddy. How was work today?” she asked impishly.

“Work was good, baby. I managed to finish up quicker than I anticipated,” I said casually before I piled the bags on the floor.

“Oh,” she said before she frowned at the items I’d brought.

“How was your morning?” I asked, moving towards her.

“Uh, nothing out of the ordinary. I just did some reading and drawing,” she said, but her eyes were fixed on the metal stand.

Everything about her made me scrutinise her. The casual yet poised position on the bed. The sweet, innocent expression with her eyes entirely devoid of any deceit. Had I not seen her fucking herself with my own eyes, I would completely buy her innocent facade. I never made mistakes in reading people. Never.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” she asked as she batted her eyelashes at me.

It wasn't until that precise moment I realised that I didn't need to lock her bedroom door anymore. She wasn't the fragile flower she was named after. She was free from the fear that had once ruled her life. I relaxed because it simply meant that I could push her a little harder.

I’d been following the current of the water when I usually went against it. Rules did not apply to me, Dr Nathan Daniel Lewis.

“Are you sure you didn't do anything else?” I said, glancing at the rocking horse and seeing the dildo hanging off the handle of it instead of being strapped to the seat. She didn't have time to put it back on, or she didn't know how.

“Not that I can recall,” she said with her face scrunched up as if she was racking her brain about my question while theatrically tapping a finger on her cheek.

I moved everything I brought upstairs and placed it at the bottom of the bed. As I began to walk towards her, I saw her tense up, but I pulled my phone out and showed her the picture of her playing with herself.

“Who’s that? Wait, is that supposed to be me? That is photoshopped, Daddy,” she said with an exaggerated look of horror.

Someone needed to award her an Oscar for her performance, but I rolled my eyes at her before I grabbed my hand and brought it up to my nose. The only thing I could smell was the perfumed scent of her hand soap. Daisy managed to keep a straight face throughout her hand inspection.

“Go and get three towels from the bathroom,” I said dropping her hand as I narrowed my eyes on her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said sweetly before she gave me a demure smile as she stood up.

I got to work and began to hook everything up. I left a few toys in the bags but took out the essentials. She came back with two bath towels and a hand towel. I took the blue towels from her and spread them out on the bottom of the bed but left the hand towel to the side.

“Take your clothes off and lie back on the towels, but keep your ass on the edge of the bed,” I said as I took my suit jacket off.

Even though I had set the enema bag up on the stand, I could tell from her bewildered look that she didn't have a clue what it was for. She tugged at her sweater and pulled the loose material off before she slid her leggings off. I wasn't surprised to see she wasn't wearing any underwear.

When she lay down, I strapped her ankles to each of the bedposts. The long straps held her spread wide open. I couldn't help but picture the dildo going in and out of her pussy when I saw her splayed out for me.

“What’s that for, Daddy?” Daisy asked as she pointed to the stand that held the enema bag.

She leaned up on her elbow as she looked at the enema kit. Her nipples were pinker than usual, indicating she’d been rough with them. I smiled and traced a single finger from her ankle to her inner thigh, but I didn't touch her pussy.

“That bag is full of warm water, which is about to be deposited into your ass,” I said before I lifted the tube and began to spread lube on it.

“Water?” she asked in confusion.

“You broke my rules. You touched your pussy, and you lied to me about it,” I said as I traced the tube down her pussy to her asshole.

I pushed the tube into her asshole. It was thin and long, so I began to slide it in and out of her until she clenched her ass.

“Oh, no. You will keep your hole open for me,” I said before I slapped her pussy, ignoring her gasp of pain.

“Oww, but Daddy, it might be that dissociative disorder you mentioned. I don't recall touching myself,” she said in earnest.

My lips twitched with amusement as she tried to pass it off as a loss of time and being unaware of her actions. I grabbed the pump and activated the water flow before I set the anal plug to the side.

“Oh, no,” she whispered as the water began to fill her ass up.

“How many times did you cum, Daisy?” I asked as I picked up the chained nipple clamps.

Her eyes were locked on my hand. In which I held the nipple clamps on. The satisfaction of seeing her bratty bravado dissipate was only the beginning.

She would be a sobbing mess by the time I was done with her.