Previous Part: Doctor cures Arshitha’s Hypersexuality
The drive back to Udvit’s house was charged with unspoken tension. Arshitha sat in the passenger seat, her legs crossed tightly. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. She glanced at him occasionally. Her dark eyes filled with a mix of anxiety and something else—something raw and unfiltered.
Udvit kept his focus on the road, though his grip on the steering wheel tightened every time he felt her gaze linger. When they arrived, Udvit led her inside without a word. His demeanour was calm but commanding. He gestured for her to sit on the couch.
He then disappeared into his study for a moment, returning with a notepad and a glass of water. He set the water down in front of her and sat across from her, his expression serious yet gentle.
“Arshitha,” he began, leaning forward slightly, “we need to establish some rules. This isn’t just about indulging your urges—it’s about control. Discipline. Do you understand?”
She nodded slowly, her throat dry. Control had always been her weakness. It was why she had spiralled so deeply into her hypersexuality in the first place. The idea of handing that control over to someone else terrified and excited her.
Udvit continued, his voice steady. “From now on, you’ll call me Daddy when we’re alone. Not uncle, not doctor. Daddy. It’s a term of respect, of submission. It’s a reminder of the dynamic we’re building.”
Her breath hitched at the word. “Daddy.” It rolled off her tongue hesitantly, like a forbidden fruit she wasn’t sure she should taste. But the way it sounded—low and intimate—sent a shiver down her spine.
“Good,” he said, a hint of approval in his voice. “Now, here’s what I expect from you. No more random encounters. No more acting out impulsively. If you feel the urge to touch yourself or seek pleasure elsewhere, you come to me. You ask for permission. And if I say no, you accept it. Understood?”
Arshitha swallowed hard, her heart pounding. The idea of being denied something she craved so deeply was almost unbearable. But how he looked at her—firm yet caring—made her want to comply. “Understood… Daddy.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Good girl.” He reached for his notepad and began writing.
“I’m going to consult with some colleagues to ensure we approach this medically as well. Hypersexuality is a complex issue, and we need to address it from all angles. Medication, therapy, and our arrangement will all work together to help you.”
She shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his words settling over her. Our arrangement. It sounded so clinical, yet there was an undeniable undercurrent of something far more primal.
Over the next few days, Arshitha struggled more than she expected. The medication Udvit prescribed helped dull the constant ache of desire, but it didn’t erase it. There were moments when the temptation became overwhelming. She would lie in bed.
Her body humming with need, and her fingers would drift dangerously close to where she wanted them most. One such night, she couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed her phone and video-called him, her hands trembling as she waited for him to answer.
When his face appeared on the screen, she blurted, “Daddy, please. I can’t—I can’t do this. Just let me—”
He cut her off with a raised hand, his expression stern. “No.”
Tears sprung to her eyes as she whimpered, “But I’ll be good. I promise. Just one time—”
“Arshitha,” he interrupted, his tone softening slightly. “This is exactly what we talked about. You don’t get to decide when you indulge. I do. Now, take a deep breath and focus. Have you been meditating like I told you?”
She shook her head, her lower lip quivering. “It doesn’t help. Nothing helps.”
“Then you’re not doing it right,” he said firmly. “Sit up straight. Close your eyes. Breathe through your nose, hold it for four counts, then exhale slowly. Do it with me.”
Reluctantly, she followed his instructions, allowing his calm, measured breathing to guide her. Gradually, the tension in her body began to ease, though the ache still lingered.
“Good,” he murmured after a few minutes. “Now, tell me something. What are you feeling right now?”
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze through the screen. “Frustrated. Empty. Like… like I’m not in control of myself.”
Udvit nodded, his expression thoughtful. “And what do you think giving in would accomplish?”
She hesitated, then admitted, “It wouldn’t fix anything. It would just make it worse.”
“Exactly,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “You’re stronger than this, Arshitha. Remember why we’re doing this. Why did you agree to this?”
She nodded, her tears drying as she clung to his words. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He gave her a small, approving smile. “That’s my girl. Now, get some sleep. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
The next afternoon, Udvit invited her again with a plan. They needed to explore her boundaries further to test the limits of her trust and control. When she arrived, he led her to his bedroom. There, the atmosphere was deliberately calm but charged with tension.
“Undress,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Arshitha hesitated for a moment before obeying, her hands trembling as she peeled off her clothes. Standing before him completely bare, she felt exposed in more ways than one.
Udvit circled her slowly, his gaze assessing. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But beauty isn’t enough, is it? You crave something deeper. Something… darker.”
She nodded, her breath quickening as he stopped in front of her. He reached out, tracing a finger along her collarbone, down to her chest, and finally to the curve of her hip. “Tell me what you want, Arshitha.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I want… I want you to take control. Completely.”
His eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Good girl. On your knees.”
She sank to the floor without hesitation, her heart racing as he stood over her, his presence dominating and commanding. He cupped her chin, tilting her head back to meet his gaze.
“From now on, you belong to me. Your body, your mind, your pleasure—they’re mine to command. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her entire being thrumming with anticipation.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left her dizzy. When he pulled away, his voice was a growl. “Let’s see how well you follow orders…”
Arshitha’s fingers trembled as she packed her bag, her mind whirling with anticipation and anxiety. She had religiously followed his rules for three weeks—no touching, dirty thoughts, or relief.
The ache between her legs had been a constant companion, a gnawing hunger that only deepened each day. But now, finally, the wait was over. Udvit had summoned her, and she knew what that meant.
She showered meticulously, scrubbing every inch of her skin until it tingled. Her body thrummed with nervous energy. She chose her clothes carefully—nothing too revealing, but something that would hint at her submission.
A simple sundress that hugged her curves just enough to remind him of what he owned. When she stepped into her car, her stomach twisted with excitement. This is it, she thought. He’s going to reward me.
The drive to his house felt like an eternity. Her palms were slick on the steering wheel, her breath shallow as she rehearsed what she might say, how she might act. Would he be gentle? Cruel? Both? She didn’t care. As long as he touched her, as long as he gave her what she craved, she would endure anything.
When she arrived, the door opened before she could even knock. Udvit stood there, his presence towering and commanding. He was dressed casually—a white linen shirt rolled up at the sleeves and dark trousers that fit him perfectly. His eyes swept over her, assessing, approving.
“Good morning, baby girl,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down her spine.
“Morning, Daddy,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She stepped inside, her bag clutched tightly in her hand.
He took the bag from her without a word and set it aside. Then, without warning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, his lips brushing against her ear. “Did you follow my rules?” he asked, his breath hot against her skin.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said quickly, her heart pounding. “I didn’t touch myself, I didn’t think dirty thoughts, I—”
“Prove it.”
Her breath hitched. “How?”
He smirked, trailing a finger down the side of her face. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
She obeyed instantly, pressing her palms flat against the cool surface. She heard him step closer and felt his body heat radiating behind her. His hands slid down her back, peeling the dress off her shoulders until it pooled at her feet. She gasped as his fingertips traced the curve of her waist, her hips, her thighs.
“Three weeks,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Do you know how proud I am of you?”
She whimpered, her knees threatening to buckle. “Thank you, Daddy.”
His hand came down sharply on her ass, the sound echoing through the room. She cried out, more from shock than pain, but the sting quickly morphed into warmth that spread through her body. He spanked her again, harder this time, and she moaned, arching her back to meet his hand.
“You’ve earned this,” he growled, his palm landing again and again, each strike sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her pulse racing as she surrendered to the sensation. When he finally stopped, she was trembling, her skin flushed and sensitive.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
She dropped to the floor without hesitation, her eyes wide and pleading. He undid his belt slowly, letting it slip from his trousers before folding it in his hands. Her breath caught as he stepped closer, the leather grazing her cheek.
“Open,” he ordered.
She parted her lips, swallowing hard as he pressed the tip of the belt against her tongue. It tasted faintly of salt and leather, and she closed her mouth around it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked obediently. He watched her with hungry eyes, his breathing growing heavier.
“Good girl,” he said, pulling the belt free and tossing it aside. He cupped her face, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. “Today, you get whatever you want. No limits. No conditions.”
Her heart leapt at his words. “Whatever I want?”
He nodded, his expression softening slightly. “But remember, baby girl… you belong to me. Every part of you. And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”
Her lips curved into a shy smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Daddy.”
He helped her to her feet, his hands roaming over her body as though reacquainting himself with her curves. She melted into his touch, her earlier tension dissolving under his skilful caresses. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with possessive urgency.
She moaned into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. When he broke the kiss, she was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He guided her to the bed, laying her down gently before stripping off his clothes.
Her eyes drank him in—the lean muscles of his torso, the trail of dark hair leading down to his arousal. He knelt between her legs, his hands spreading her thighs apart. She shuddered at the intensity of his gaze.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
She hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing. “I… I want you to take control, Daddy. Completely.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “That’s my girl.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her inner thigh, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. She squirmed, her desperation mounting as he dragged his tongue along her sensitive skin.
When he finally reached her core, she let out a loud cry. Her back arched off the bed as he devoured her with relentless precision.
Her hands gripped the sheets, her toes curling as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away, leaving her gasping and trembling.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re going to beg for it.”
She whined, her body aching for release. “Please, Daddy…”
He shook his head, climbing over her until his weight pinned her to the mattress. “Beg louder.”
“Please!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Please, I need you!”
With a satisfied grin, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside in one swift motion. She screamed, her nails digging into his back as he filled her. He moved with a ruthless rhythm. Each thrust drove her wilder and wilder.
Her cries grew louder, more desperate. She was nothing but a writhing, pleading mess beneath him.
“Daddy, I—” she began, but he cut her off with a sharp slap to her ass.
“Don’t come until I tell you,” he growled, his pace never faltering.
She whimpered, her entire body taut with tension as she fought to hold back. But when he finally gave her permission, she shattered, her climax crashing over her in wave after glorious wave. He followed soon after, his release accompanied by a guttural groan that sent a thrill down her spine.
As they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Still want to call it hypersexuality?” he teased.
She laughed softly, her chest still heaving. “No, Daddy… I think I’m just addicted to you.”
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