"Trust the process. This is all a part of the treatment," Dr. Nightshade murmured, his voice smooth and reassuring as his hands moved over her trembling stomach, gently caressing and exploring the sensitive skin.
Trust the process. Commands like this had been drilled into her head since birth. "Trust the process, submit to guidance, allow the energy to flow through you, surrender your doubt."
Naive and sheltered by the teachings of The Fellowship, she had no framework in her mind, no language to voice the unease that had subtly begun to creep through her.
She knew his words were meant to comfort her but the look in his eyes and the way his fingers lingered on her skin sent a strange shiver down her spine.
"C-can you explain what you're doing?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushing crimson. "I-I mean... I know this is for my spiritual... education... but... are you able to explain it to me? Please?" Her wide eyes looked into the therapist's with a quiet, hopeful trust.
Dr. Nightshade gave her a soft, patient smile, the kind that always made her feel both small and safe. Like the devoted acolyte she was. A good little girl. Any tension that had been building eased.
"This is a specialized technique, Ella. The Teacher himself sent you to me. My work is designed to re-align your energy centers. You said you've been feeling tense? This will help, trust me." His tone was so calm, so confident, it was hard not to believe him. His eyes dipped down to her chest as he continued, "It will dissolve any blocks in your energetic field and restore a sense of inner harmony."
His hands moved higher as he spoke and her breath hitched as his palms gently caressed her sides, just beneath her ribs. She was wearing a thin sports top and leggings, and she could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric. Was this supposed to feel so... intimate? The way his fingers brushed against her, so deliberate, so slow, was beginning to make her heart race.
"Dr. Nightshade..." she started, but he shushed her gently, his thumbs tracing small, soothing circles against her sides.
"Relax, Ella. Remember, deep breaths. It's my job to take care of you. It's your job to let me." His voice was low now, almost a whisper, and it sent a strange, tingling sensation through her body. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel this way, hyper aware of each touch.
His hands slid higher, thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts, and she bit her lip. Her breasts were large; full, round, and perky, they strained against the thin fabric of her shirt with every breath she took.
Dr. Nightshade's gaze lingered on them for a moment. A raw hunger flickered in his eyes before he looked back at her face. "Energy is radiating from this area, you hold a lot of tension here," he said, his voice still steady, an entirely professional observation. His hands moved even higher, palms cupping the outer curves of her breasts, and Ella's breath caught in her throat.
"H-how do you release it?" she asked, her voice shaky, eyes curious.
"It's all about your energy centers, Ella," he said, tone soothing. His fingers began to knead gently, thumbs brushing over the sensitive flesh beneath her bra. "I work with the body's intuitive wisdom. It's all about letting energy pathways open, like rivers melting free from ice. I guide the current, soften the resistance, and let the natural flow restore harmony to the body."
Born and raised in The Fellowship, she had been taught about "cleansing rituals" and "energy realignment," but in all of her 18 years, she'd never been taught about the body or touch itself. There was no language in her teachings, or the context of her life, for what was happening here: no talk of pleasure, no talk of physical need outside of food and water. Just energy and light and service and purity, and the endless mantras to stay open and obedient to the guidance of the healers.
She'd certainly never been touched like this before, not by anyone. The sensation was intoxicating, warm and tingly. His fingers were so skilled, measured and unhurried, she couldn't help but arch towards his touch.
"You're doing well so far, Ella," he murmured, his voice low and honeyed. "Now, you must REALLY let go." His hands moved slowly, methodically, fingers tracing the curves of her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the thin sports bra, straining towards his fingers.
Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly. The way he was looking at her, like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, made her feel something she'd never felt before.
"Dr. Nightshade?" she whispered, her voice and body shaking, as his hands moved lower, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of her top.
"Relax, Ella," he said again, "Trust the process," his voice was soft as his fingers slipped beneath fabric, the tips warm against her bare skin. He hooked beneath the edge of her bra and lifted, freeing the heavy swell of her breasts.
His hands turned insistent as they cupped Ella's bare breasts, thumbs brushing over her stiffening nipples. She gasped, her body curving instinctively into his touch, though her mind fogged with confusion and uncertainty.
This is part of the treatment, she reminded herself. Even IF the way his fingers teased her skin was awakening sensations she didnt feel in control of.
"Your body is responding perfectly to the therapy, Ella. Just let me guide you."
His thumbs pressed down harder, circling her nipples in slow, deliberate motions that sent jolts of heat coursing through her. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape her throat. "Dr. Nightshade, I..." she started, but he shushed her again, his breath warm against her ear.
"Shh," he whispered, "this is all part of the process. Every body holds tension differently. My job is to tune into your unique energetic signature and guide the release where it's needed most." His hands moved lower, cupping the full weight of her breasts. "And you, Ella? THIS," he lightly pinched her nipples, "is where you need it the most."
His fingers began torturously slow circles over her nipples. "That's it... You're safe to let go, trust that your energy knows the path forward." She could feel his warm breath, the faint scrape of his stubble, and the heat of his mouth as he spoke against her skin.
