Dasia became nervous as the time came closer for her 'date' with Doctor Sylvan. Her tummy felt like bubbles were being mulled around in it. She had to put on a little more makeup to hide the wisp of perspiration on her forehead. She was also very determined to go through with her plan. This, hopefully, would ease the mild continual throbbing that seemed to take its place in her head. This should also ease the needs she indulged in when her pills seemed not to help. She took a look at her dagger and took solace in its strength.

"Dasia this is yours. I got it in a thrift shop"

She hadn't been out the institution in years, so any item that wasn't easily found in the confinement of the walls were a blessing to her. Plus, the good doctor was the one who gave her that particular item, and she accepted it with a smile. To her these little gestures secured his love for her. She could not be delusional when he clearly gave gifts to show his love towards her. It was how she viewed them. As lovers. All the little tokens she collected from him, she still kept them to this day.

Doctor Sylvan had placed a lovely dagger in her hand. It was rusted though. The handle had one red gem on it. The other was missing. The blade curved a tiny bit. The handle was made of a dark wooden substance and some carvings on it. Carvings were of flowers and leaves.

"Thank you Sylvan. I love it."

He smiled at her, taking her hand in his.

"I know you are not to have knives in your possession, but I wanted to do something special for you. Show you that I trust you".

He reached down and kissed one of her hand. She thought he was ready for another romp on his clinical table and turned to pull her panties down, readying herself. He protested her actions.

"No Dasia, that is not necessary. You are so beautiful and you deserve gifts. I just wish I can give you more."

Dasia searched the eyes of the doctor hoping that she could see his true intentions on his face. Her mind may have been unstable at times but she hoped that she can judge his character after all these years. Doctor Sylvan kissed her hand and she smiled, shyly too. A thing by now, she should not have been but considering how her heart felt after hearing those words spoken, this idea of the good doctor wanting her not just to appease his sexual appetite had her feeling differently in some way.

"Oh Sylvan, thank you, thank you, thank you. You are so good to me".

Her eyes lowered a little hoping to avoid his stare. Maybe her demure attitude got the better of him. Maybe this was all part of his routine. Maybe. But his demeanor changed and he lifted her skirt seeking out her flesh. Her face sank into his neck as she stifled a moan. More and more he was gratifying himself without the pills he once insisted she partake of. 

His fingers slipped in ever so smoothly and Dasia kept stifling her moan. She wanted him so badly. She had no idea how to show her appreciation and maybe even let him know she loved him as well. Maybe her body will speak for her. Just the thought of 'love' or 'loving' the good doctor was enough to spurt a flow of wetness. Doctor Sylvan felt the gush, or found her to become very slippery and couldn't control his need to slip between her legs. With his pants halfway down his legs he lifted one of her legs and pushed in hard and faster. Wanting to date the desire she always build in him, yet hoping he could linger a few more minutes.

She felt so good. He fitted inside her so snugly. He knew the reason. He was her only lover and he was taking full advantage. He rammed harder into her. He saw the tears and thought to himself that maybe she was in a little bit of pain. His need overshadowed her wants. Right now he was enjoying the soft tissues around his manhood. She was nestled in the crook of his neck and he had one leg up and his thickness hitting her insides. Doctor Sylvan only cared about how it felt to him right now.

Things were becoming a bit messy at home for him but he did not care as his sexy vixen was always ready to receive every inch he gave. He was so glad she welcomed him each time. He enjoyed it. Just as he was slipping in and out, rocking her into the table he felt his release nearing the tip of his swollen tool.

"Dasia do you want to taste it?"

By this time she had never really swallowed him whole and was curious. He didnt wait for her to answer, nor even cared if she had gotten her own orgasmic pleasure. He pulled out and pushed her head down .

"Open your mouth. Quickly!"

She did as commanded and Doctor Sylvan sprayed his entire load in her mouth.

"Good girl Dasia. Now swallow".

It was her first time and the taste did not sit well in her stomach. She wanted to gag but Sylvan insisted that she swallow and kept it, and she did.

She hid the dagger on the coffee table. Masking it among a purple scarf, with ideas to use it later on. IF Doctor Sylvan thought this was a social call she would bring it all to nought soon. Soon she will reveal her true identity and see how he really feels about her and what they had shared. The pain increased in her head and she felt the throbbing increase. It was time to take another dose of her meds, lay down, and enjoy her time to relax. He would soon be here and her pains would magically disappear. Wouldn't that be ideal right now?