The Hidden Desires of a Psychiatrist
Chapter 2
Elena's POV
"You can't treat Salvatore." Dr. Collins said.
"Why not?" I asked
"Because he is a cold blooded sociopath who has driven his doctors insane or killed them!" He responded.
"So you don't trust that I can handle myself?" Elena asked.
"I trust you more than any other doctors here." He said.
"Then prove it! All the time you give me the easy cases, just this once give me the one I want! If you aren't happy with the results I get you can reassign me but I'm gonna be his doctor and you can't change that!" I shouted.
After a few long moments he sighed, "Okay, but if he tries anything or you start to think it's too much. Get out of there." He said.
"Okay." I smiled.
"He gets here tomorrow morning, your first appointment will be at noon. I'll reassign your current cases so that you can focus on Salvatore." Collins told me as he handed me a file bigger than any I've seen.
I looked down and saw it was Damon Salvatore's file. There's no way I'll be able to get much sleep tonight, I'll have to go over all of these papers.
"See you tomorrow, and I expect you to trust me enough not to hover around my sessions and what not." I told Collins.
That might when I got home I poured myself a glass of bourbon, sat on my bed and started to go through Damon Salvatore's file. The first thing I noticed was, he is gorgeous, his raven black locks, his piercing blue eyes, but the thing that she notices the most is the glare and fire behind his eyes. That glare is enough to make me wet already.
As I read about Salvatore's countless victims all torn to pieces, most drained of blood, some parts still unrecovered, and how they were tortured my hand slowly started to move subconsciously down my pants. I peeled my thing to the side and started to rub my soaking pussy. That's when I got to the pictures. Several severed limbs can be seen in a picture, the room covered in blood, broken glass and destroyed furniture. The blood was everywhere, on the walls, covering the floor, drenching the bed, and. Other furniture. I rubbed my clit with my thumb as I plunged my four fingers into my pussy and started fucking myself roughly. The next two pictures were of the same victim but one was what the girl looked like before Salvatore had her, the next was of severed limbs, an I recognizable face, body parts covered in bites, slashes, and bruises. That's what set me off. As I looked at the pictures and read the description of the scene and crime I fucked myself to one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever given myself.
I got up and went to my bathroom and grasped the counter. My legs barely worked right now, I looked at myself in the mirror.
"How am I going to sit there with the most attractive man I've ever seen, and listen to how he has slaughtered countless men and mostly women, without revealing how turned on I'm inevitably gonna get?" I asked my reflection.
I heard the front door open and quickly splashed water on my face and dried it off then raced to my bedroom to put Salvatore's file away. As I was returning to bed my bedroom door opened to reveal a man with blonde hair and green eyes.
"Hey honey," I said smiling, "How was your day?"
"It was long," the man said, "how was yours?"
"Good, I got assigned to treat a murderer." I told him.
He looked at me and said, "Cool, I knew they'd assign you to the cases you'd want eventually."
Then he went to the closet and started to undress. His body isn't very impressive, he isn't fat but isn't fit either. He has barely any muscles which means he can't exactly do many sex positions I want. But I've known him since I was 19. I've been married to him for 1 year now, James. I figured my weirdness can't keep me from living a normal life, as long as he and everyone else never find out what I really like.
James came back into the room in a sleep shirt and boxers, he looked at me and said, "You want to do it?"
I chuckled and said, "Are you ever gonna learn some tact?"
He walked up to me and gently took my face in his hands and kissed me, "Well, if we want to start a family then we need to have intercourse." He grinned.
It took everything in me not to roll my eyes, why can't he just say fuck like a normal person. Besides there is no way I'm getting pregnant, though he doesn't know I'm still on the pill. I told him I stopped taking it, but there is no way I'm having a child with someone like him. I love him, I do, but he has changed.
When I first met James he was hot and he was my college professor. People weren't to happy when they learned that bit of information but we waited till I was no longer his student, at least that's what we tell people. The truth is within a month of school starting we were fucking like rabbits, that's back when in my free time I'd look up horror stories and smutty fiction about rapes, and abuse. I still do that but I normally just take copies of other doctors case files on murders home.
James was never able to really do it for me, at first the slight arousal I got from him was the fact that it was forbidden but that eventually faded. A few months after we started fucking I had to start faking my orgasms as he was slowly thrusting his small cock in and out of my fairly dry cunt, but the slight sting of the dryness was enough for me to start thinking about being hit around or being cut into and I got wetter. After he'd finish and pass out because he has no stamina, and even when I'd been on top he was exhausted, I'd fuck myself with either my fingers or a dildo I keep near me at all times. I have dildos and vibrators strategically hidden, one in my bedroom, one in my laundry room, one in my kitchen, and two in my office. No one ever finds them, but after a while they get boring so I decided to start taking cases home to read and look at while I get off.
When I was younger I tried to stop but every time I'd try to be intimate with someone or masturbate thoughts of torture and blood came into my mind and it was euphoric. After a while I tried to not be intimate but that just made me horny all the time and think of those things even more. So eventually I stopped fighting it and decided I'd hide it from everyone but never deny it again.
"Elle?" James asked, "are you okay?"
"Yeah," I smiled despite hating his nickname for me.
"Why don't we continue what we were doing on the bed." James said.
As we laid down I caught the sight of Damon Salvatore's file on my desk and instantly got wet.
As James started to touch me softly in places where I wished he'd hit or grab roughly and violently, I kept my eyes glued on the folder and then started to think of the murders that man committed and the images of blood and limbs. I moaned as I imagined that man slicing into me with not only a knife but his cock as well. That's when James decided to slowly start to thrust into me as well. I heard him grunting above me and rolled my eyes as he rolled us over so he could lay down and make me do all the work. I closed my eyes hand imagined it was the man in the picture with a smirk on his face and his hands behind his head like he was sitting on a reclining chair but had a remote in his hand. I started to bounce on James' cock still imagining Salvatore with some kind of remote. That's when I imagined something around my neck it was heavy and felt like a chain, no, a... Collar?
I was bouncing and moaning on James cock all while seeing these beautiful pictures in my head. I saw Salvatore pushing a button on the remote and instantly feeling shocks of immense electricity going through my body, I groaned and groaned as I dug my nails into his chest. He slapped my breast in punishment of drawing blood from him. My eyes, blurry from the electric shocks, focused on the blood dripping down his chest and I imagined I'd lean forward and rub our chest together so his blood was smeared across my body. I was so close to orgasming I could feel it. Still bouncing and rocking on James' cock as I was picturing something truly beautiful in my mind.
In my mind Salvatore was grinning like a mad man. He took his finger and wiped his blood off my chest and before he could move his hand away I put his finger in my mouth and sucked his blood off his finger. He groaned at that. This went on till I was clean of his blood except for around my mouth. He looked in my eyes as I was bouncing on his cock and pushed the button and sent shocks repeatedly through my body till I orgasmed.
As I orgasmed on James cock, imagining it being the big cock of one serial killer, James spurted his cum up into my soaking pussy. He passed out immediately after and I took the opportunity to slowly rock my hips back and forth as he was passed out. James' cock started to rise and he then spilt his cum again, seeing him cum while knocked out was enough to give me a little tiny orgasm. I try so hard to be attracted to him but it simply can't be done.
I crawled off of him and looked at Salvatore's file. Tomorrow my life will become much more complicated but perhaps even more interesting as well.