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I could taste blood in my mouth. I was practically crawling as I made my way through the therapy process, attempting to get back to where I began and escape through the shuttle doors. I could feel glass in my skin, getting pushed deeper with every action I took. My cuts were deep in places all over and I felt exhausted. All that mattered was getting back to the shuttle. I didn't care about my grade anymore, or what was waiting for me once I made it back to the sleep room… If I made it.
I held my side as I dragged myself on a wall. I was so close, I just had to avoid the eyes of that maniacal cop and get out of the run-down police station. Maybe it was stupid luck, or god having mercy on me for once, but I was able to stumble my way to the shuttle undisturbed.
My head was pounding and my bones ached as the blaring voice instructed me to enter the shuttle. I sighed and held myself as I sat down and waited for the shuttle to move back to the sleep room.
These rides were never very long, and there was always a feeling of calm and accomplishment when you sat down. The same feelings after a storm, the acceptance that the disaster was finally over. As the shuttle came to a slow and my restraints were lifted, I stood up, my head rushing as I walked to my final door, finally home.
I didn't see my grade upon entering the sanitation room. The information screen was just blank and I felt a panic rise in me. This was finally it for me. I went from high grades to barely passing, and I always had the fear that one day, the staff would just shoot me dead instead of bandaging me up just for me to make them restart all their work when I returned beaten, every time. I walked slowly down the final hallway. I just wanted to rest at this point. My joints ached, bruises were forming all over my body and I probably looked like a walking corpse.. but at least I was alive.. for now.
The doors opened, bright lights and the scent of antiseptic and gentle bleach filled my senses, mixed with the smell of my own blood in my nose. Before I could even turn to find my room or greet the pharmacist, two staff members stepped in front of me. My breathing staggered. Everyone here knew that when you got nabbed from the sleep room, you weren't coming back. They either kicked you back onto the streets or killed you. My stomach dropped but before I could protest, my elbows were grabbed on both sides as I was practically dragged away from the sleep room.
„Dr. Easterman would like to see you." Was told to me sternly as we exited my only comfort zone. I didn't bother saying anything and lowered my head. I walked with them and felt tears threaten to fall. I was overwhelmed with my own disappointment mixed with my pain and fear of what was going to happen. We walked through bright hallways and went up a staircase to Easterman's office. I looked at the plain, borderline jail cell walls as we passed through areas I had never been in. It was silent except for the sound of our footsteps and the quiet chatter among the staff that we passed by. My terror became worse as we stopped at a door. One of the men pressed a button with a red light that quickly turned green and opened the door.
I couldn't see anything before I was thrown harshly into the dark room, the door shutting behind me. I fell to my hands and knees, but I didn't cry out. I bit my lip and looked up. The room was mostly dark, nothing but a little personal lamp from home was lighting the room with a gentle orange hue, the smell of cigarettes was strong and soft jazz played quietly. I slowly met his obscured eyes. Easterman was sitting at his desk, I couldn't see much of his face, it was mostly clouded by the darkness but I could see his mouth as he brought his cigarette to it. He took a long inhale and I felt his eyes on me.
„Well if it isn't my little disappointment." His gentle but demeaning voice greeted me. I felt small below him. I couldn't even muster the courage to stand on my feet. I just stared at what I could see of him. He sighed and stood up, walking to the front of the desk where I was on the floor. I watched as he stood above me and then leaned back on his desk, clearly feeding off of my feelings of powerlessness. I stayed quiet and didn't move. He breathed out smoke above me and continued to speak.
„Have you even learned anything? Why are you so pathetic? You were my best student Y/N. What happened to you?" His cold voice made me feel so defeated. I wanted to defend myself but he was right. I wasn't always so sloppy, I felt so ashamed in this moment.
„Sir... please give me another chance..." I could barely whisper my words. I felt the tip of his dress shoe gently pull my chin up to face him.
„Give you another chance? To what? Disappoint me again? You're putting no effort into your therapy anymore and my patience has limits Y/N.." He rubbed my chin back and forth gently with his shoe, as if to tease or degrade me. I was forced to look into the darkness which was his eyes when I tried to speak, but nothing came. „Are you still my little how high?" My heart sank at those words. I quickly nodded against his shoe with my dull eyes peering up to his. He gently hummed and finished his cigarette.
„I want you to prove to me you're worth it. Prove to me that you can please me and make me proud." The odd calmness of this encounter had relaxed me, and Easterman's surprisingly gentle tone had given me the courage to finally find words. Easterman stood up and walked back to his chair behind his desk. He sat down and sighed quietly as he relaxed. I rose to my feet.
„I can prove to you that I'm worth it right now." My newfound confidence tilted the energy in the room. Easterman didn't try to hide his curiosity. He gave me all of his attention as he spoke.
„And how do you intend to do that for me little one?" I could feel the smirk in his voice. I walked over to him and fell to my knees before him. He turned to me and hummed again as if waiting for me to speak. I gently reached out to his knees and looked up to him for a look or comment of approval. He chuckled and I felt his hand gently stroke my chin.
„You always were my favourite student... Come here.." I felt flustered and stood back up, Easterman wrapped his hands around my hips as he pulled me into his lap. I felt nervous again in his embrace and shifted uncomfortably. I felt my face heat up and I swallowed.
„Oh... is my little sweetheart getting all shy now?" He teased. My breathing staggered as I looked into his hazy eyes. It was still dark but being so much closer allowed me to see much better. I leaned in closer to him, our lips nearly touching. I could smell the thick scent of cigarette smoke on him, a faint smell of red wine on his breath. He rubbed circles into my hips and pressed us together. The connection felt so wrong, like I was doing something forbidden. The kiss was gentle, the affection soothed my painful body and made me focus on his lips. He moved a hand to the back of my head and tilted my head slightly so he could get a better position for the kiss. I whimpered into his mouth, my anxiety taking over my senses.
He pulled away as if to say something, but quickly decided against it and kissed me again. I pressed my tongue into his mouth, tasting a mix of stale wine and cigarettes on his tongue. He encouraged this and pulled my body closer. His kissing was sweet and sensual. I pulled away from his lips and looked down at his dress shirt. I tugged at his tie, attempting to loosen it. Easterman just smiled and watched me, his hands gently rubbing and massaging my sides. Once his tie was off I quickly undid the buttons on his shirt, revealing his pale chest. I pulled his shirt apart, exposing him. His lean chest slowly rose and fell as I stared. Easterman grabbed my hips and started to grind against me gently.
„Ah you’re such a sweet little thing~“ He hummed and spoke quietly. I allowed him to do this as I wrapped my arms around his chest, taking in his scent as I buried my head into the crook of his neck. Cigarette smoke and a gentle hint of sandalwood and leather filled my nose as I breathed in deeply, his scent intoxicating me. I moaned gently into his ear and he smiled and smirked against my cheek.
„Is my little how high gonna prove themself to me? Or are you just gonna fall apart in daddy’s arms?“ He cooed. My body got hot at his words and I pulled away from him. I got off his lap and found my position below him again, his pants now tight from the friction building between his legs.
I was nervous as he watched me. I reached for his belt with timid hands and he once again found my chin and rubbed it gently as I worked on loosening his pants. He ran his thumb over my split lip and hummed.
„Such a pretty mouth.“ My face flushed and I unzipped his pants. I looked up for direction and Easterman just stared at me, „Go on~“ The words felt like teasing.
I tugged on his plain white boxer shorts and he simply laidback in his chair and allowed me to continue. I was blushing at the sight of him all exposed like this but he didn’t mind at all. I looked at his hardened cock, almost in disbelief that I was about to do this. What if someone walked in? The thought made me snap out of it and look to the door. He simply used two fingers to turn my head back to him.
„No one will bother us.“ He said sweetly as if he read my mind. I looked back at his length. He was average in size and skinny. I licked my lips and finally brought him into my mouth. He hummed like before but louder now, throwing his head back as I took him in slowly, my tongue dragging against him. I bobbled my head back and forth, taking in more of him each time.
Easterman's chest began to rise and fall more quickly as he quietly moaned into the darkness. He started to make incomprehensible sounds, only encouraging me more. His right hand found the back of my head, he tightened his fist around my hair and gently started to push me down deeper onto him. I gagged at the feeling of his length in the back of my throat and started to drool slightly at the base of his cock.
„Hmm… mm sweetheart..“ He muttered quietly as I quickened my pace around him. He started to let out shaky breaths and moans that he tried to hide, which escaped his throat in an awkward manner. He gripped his armrest with white knuckles and let out a flustered chuckle.
„Agh.. you’re doing so good for daddy..“ I pressed my legs together due to the praise. He started to force my head to a certain rhythm and covered his mouth with his left hand as he started to fall apart. His eyes were closed as he focused on his pleasure, he started to harshly fuck into my mouth and I couldn’t help but gag at his pace and force. I grabbed onto his hips as he hummed and moaned. He was panting and looked down at me, our eyes connecting as he continued his pace.
„My… look at you.. so sweet for me~“ I felt my face get hot from his words again and I tried to please him even more. He let out a huff as he bucked his hips into my mouth, getting sloppier. I felt a warmth in my mouth and Easterman pressed my head deep into his groin, finally reaching his limit. He released my skull and I pulled away from him, gagging and coughing gently, quickly inhaling deep breaths. My tongue and now chin were coated in his essence and he sighed at the sight.
„Oh my.. aren’t you sweet…“ He teased. I swallowed and wiped my chin as I still breathed heavily. Easterman quickly covered his lower half, but left his shirt undone. I just sat for a minute more, trying to accept that this just happened. Easterman reached to his desk and grabbed his cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it. I had never smoked a day in my life and I just watched as the flame from his lighter disappeared and a soft glow was brought to his mouth. We stared at eachother as he took a deep drag from his cigarette, blowing white smoke into the air above us. He brought the cigarette back to his mouth and moved his shoe between my legs, pressing gently on my arousal. I whimpered at the feeling, and he was very aware that I wanted his touch. He simply stared at my needy form beneath him.
He blew out smoke and lowered down to me, grabbing my chin and holding the cigarette to my mouth, speaking as I gently inhaled the bitter taste.
„Only good pets get rewarded,“ He simply stated and continued as he pulled the cigarette away from my mouth, I choked on the feeling of smoke in my lungs, „If you make daddy proud you get rewarded. Get your grades back up and I will see you again sweetheart~“ I swallowed as he pulled away from me, smiling at me. He continued to smoke as I stood up, my body not aching so much anymore. He buzzed the door and I walked out, my face flushed and legs shaky.
The staff from before approached me as I stepped out into the blinding hall. They grabbed my elbows just like before and led me back to the room.
I couldn’t help but feel excited for my next therapy session, my new encouragement switching my mindset completely. No matter what was thrown at me in therapy, I promised myself to get that A+ grade by any means.