Pengantar Psikologi Klinis

by Suprapti Sumarmo Markam

  As I watched him go, I said in my best Vince Vaughn voice, “Our little baby’s all growns up.”

  Alaria frowned. “He’s not our baby.”

  I wasn’t listening to her, though. I was looking down the pier at a suspicious-looking figure in black, who was pointing the Revenge out to an orcish Warrior in plate armor.

  “Hey Krug?” I called out uneasily.

  “What?”

  “You feel like giving me that loan for 4000 gold?”

  “Pirates don’t give loans.”

  “Then can you get us out of here in the next 30 seconds?”

  “Done.” Krug shouted out, “Start the engines!”

  The turbines ramped up, going from a low whine to a thunderous roar.

  I watched as the orc yelled across the docks and gestured towards the Revenge. His voice was drowned out by the engines, so I couldn’t hear what he was saying – but I could guess, especially since several more Rogues and Warriors came running. They joined the orc, and all of them started running down the pier towards us.

  But by then the Revenge was in the air and soaring into the sky.

  Varkus’s thugs shrank to the size of ants, then disappeared completely as the docks turned into a doll-sized playset and finally into a collection of matchsticks jutting out into a turquoise sea.

  And then we were gone.

  35

  That night Alaria and I lay in bed in the captain’s quarters. It would be our last night on board the ship, and we were determined to make the best use of our remaining time.

  Except we weren’t exactly doing that.

  We were naked beneath the sheets, yes, but we hadn’t had sex yet. We made out tenderly, sweetly, but beyond that our caresses were tentative… hesitant. Like a couple who had broken up and then reconciled, but the wounds are still fresh.

  Which described our situation precisely.

  While we’d had plenty of sex over the last three days, we had never had it alone. Meera had always been there as a buffer between us, a barrier to talking about the things we needed to talk about but didn’t want to.

  After kissing for a while, we stopped to talk. Just not about the important things.

  “What’s the plan when Krug drops us off?” I asked.

  “Go after my next ex-master.”

  “Any idea who that is?”

  “It depends on where he drops us off.”

  We discussed a few more things – supplies, money, the threat of Varkus’s men coming after me – and then we lay there in silence.

  Finally I decided to start the conversation. “Alaria – ”

  “Shh,” she said, putting a finger to my lips. “We weren’t going to talk about it ever again, remember?”

  “It’s not that. I need to know something else.”

  She looked wary. “What?”

  “When Dorp did that… illusion of you on the ship deck…”

  Her body language immediately became closed off. Cold.

  “What about it?” she asked in an emotionless voice.

  “What was it that makes it so terrifying to you?”

  “Being in chains with a bunch of screaming brats is your idea of a good time?”

  “I don’t want them to be screaming, but a bunch of babies doesn’t sound all that bad to me.”

  Especially with the right woman.

  Alaria shuddered. “No thanks. Kids aren’t for me.”

  Something about that statement made me a little sad, but I pressed on. “Okay, but what about the chain?”

  “You know I always hated being a slave.”

  “But the chain was made out of gold and diamonds. Like engagement and wedding rings.”

  She lay there staring up into the darkness, not saying anything.

  When she finally did, her voice was quiet and composed.

  “I’m never going to get married. I never want to get married. It feels like a trap to me – like another master, another way for someone to be able to tell me what to do. Which is why I didn’t want to tell you ‘I love you.’ It felt like one more way to be trapped. It felt like one more hold you have over me. And I don’t like people having holds over me. I want to be free.”

  “I know,” I murmured. The words stung, but they only reaffirmed things I already knew.

  “But…” she started, then trailed off into silence.

  “But what?”

  “…I’ve been finding myself wanting to say it more and more. In fact, that was what I fantasized about most when you were gone. All the emotional stuff. Over and over again, I thought about saying ‘I love you’… and I was so sad I would never get to see that look in your eyes again. The way you light up whenever I say it. And that scared me, because it’s like I’m willingly putting a chain on myself again.”

  “I don’t want it to be a chain,” I said gently. “I want it to be something you want to say. And if you don’t, then… I don’t want you to say it. Because being with you is enough. I don’t need anything more from you than that.”

  She lay there still, then nodded. “Okay.”

  “Okay,” I agreed, then leaned over to kiss her.

  She put a finger up, though, and pressed it against my lips to stop me.

  “What?” I asked, alarmed.

  She turned onto her side to face me. “Now I have a question.”

  “Uh-oh,” I said jokingly, though the unease I felt was real.

  “Yeah, now you see how it feels.”

  “Alright… rip the Band-Aid off fast.”

  She frowned. “What’s a Band-Aid?”

  “Never mind. What’s the question?”

  “Meera… what did she do for you that I haven’t?”

  Conflicting pop culture voices rang out in my head:

  DANGER, Will Robinson!

  It’s a TRAP!

  “We don’t have to talk about this,” I said, trying to evade the question.

  “I want to know,” she insisted. “What did Meera do for you that I haven’t?”

  I sighed.

  Better to be honest than cagey and evasive.

  …I hope.

  “Well, she… she willingly wore the collar.”

  “She did that because she liked it, though,” Alaria pointed out. “And because she didn’t feel like she had the freedom to do what she wanted without it.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “But you liked it, too, didn’t you?”

  “I wanted you, not her. I told you I was thinking of you every time I was – uh, while she and I were – ”

  “I know. But… you still liked her wearing the collar, didn’t you?”

  “…sort of. Yeah, a little.”

  “She was submissive to you.”

  “Yes.”

  “And… you liked it.”

  “Not all the time,” I protested. “I missed you, and your independence, and your spirit – ”

  “But sometimes,” Alaria persisted. “Sometimes you liked having her be submissive.”

  “…yes.”

  “Worship you.”

  “I don’t know if I would go that far – ”

  “Worship your cock.”

  Oh man.

  As soon as she said it, little Ian went from flaccid to three-quarters chubby in two seconds flat.

  “…yeah.”

  “She would do anything for you,” Alaria whispered.

  “…yes.”

  “And that was a turn-on for you.”

  “Yes.”

  Alaria suddenly sat up in bed, swung her feet off the side, and reached for her bra on the nightstand.

  I groaned inwardly.

  I shouldn’t have told her all that.

  Now we were about to have a goddamn fight –

  But we didn’t.

  Alaria immediately got back in bed and pulled something out from a hidden pocket in her bra.

  I had to focus in the dark to see what it was, but when I did, I was shocked.

  It was her collar.

/>   The one I’d used to initially summon and enslave her.

  The velvet choker with the tiny metal skull on it.

  She held up her hair and fastened the choker around her neck.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, stunned.

  “I’m going to be your slave. And I’m going to do anything you want me to.”

  I put my hand on hers and shook my head. “You don’t have to do that.”

  She smiled. “You know the collar doesn’t have any power in it anymore, right? I won’t actually be your slave. We’ll just be playing.”

  “Yeah, but we both know it was real. And it represents something very real from your past. If you don’t want to put it on, then I don’t want you to.”

  “…I want to. In fact, there’s a part of me that really enjoys this… but I was ashamed to admit it. Because of my history. It wasn’t safe to do it with other people, but… I’d like to submit to you. Not always, but… sometimes. When I wear this.”

  “Isn’t that just like putting on another chain?”

  “…yes… but as long as I’m the one who decides when I get to take it off… then it’s okay.”

  My heart was beating faster, and I could feel my cock stiffening under the sheet. “You want this?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Do you?”

  “…yes.”

  She got out of bed and knelt on the floor, the moonlight from the window washing over her. She had never looked lovelier.

  “Master,” she whispered. “I am yours to command. What is your desire?”

  I stood up in front of her. I murmured my desires at first, then spoke, then ordered.

  She did everything with a look of lust and devotion that might just have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

  She took me in her mouth… between her breasts… then inside her.

  We were only a few minutes into hot, passionate sex when she asked, “What else did she do?”

  I stopped mid-stroke as Admiral Ackbar and the Robot from Lost In Space started screaming at me again.

  “Why do you want to know?” I asked suspiciously.

  “Did she let you do anything that you and I have never done?”

  I stared into her eyes.

  She seemed to be asking in good faith.

  “Well… she did anal with me…”

  Alaria smiled. She took me out of her, then placed her legs up in the air against my chest with her feet above my shoulders.

  And then she guided the head of my cock somewhere it had never been before.

  I stared at her. “Are you sure?”

  “Please,” she whispered seductively. “Please do this for me, Master.”

  “Do you like this?”

  “I like it well enough. And if you like it, then I want do it with you.” Suddenly she got a wicked gleam in her eye like the Alaria I was used to. “And I’ll be damned if an angel gets to say she had you some way I never did.”

  I laughed, then kissed her. And slowly eased my way inside her.

  She gasped, and we stared into each other’s eyes the entire time. Hints of pain and long moments of pleasure played out on her face.

  I have to say, it was a lot more fun with a woman I was in love with.

  When I was all the way inside her, I decided I wanted to try something new. I put my feet on the floor and dragged her along with me to the edge of the bed so that I could stand.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, intrigued.

  I wet two of my fingers with my mouth and slid them inside her pussy.

  “OH,” she gasped as I began to stroke my fingertips against her g-spot. At the same time, I slowly eased my shaft in and out of her. “Oh GODDESS…”

  Within seconds she was moaning loudly. Her breasts rocked back and forth on her chest as I slowly moved inside her.

  I could feel I was getting closer, and I decided I wanted one more thing.

  “You’re my slave, right?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “You’ll do whatever I ask?”

  “Yes, oh yes… UNH…” she groaned, arching her back in ecstasy.

  “Tell me you love me.”

  She froze and stared at me.

  “You don’t have to mean it forever,” I told her. “And you don’t have to say it outside of this room. But at this moment, right here and right now… tell me you love me.”

  She hesitated… then whispered, “I love you.”

  I smiled. “Good girl.”

  “Now you,” she whispered as she stared up into my eyes.

  “I love you, Alaria. More than anyone else ever before. I love you so much it hurts.”

  I went back to rocking inside her – and then suddenly the dam broke.

  Unbidden, Alaria began to say things I hadn’t asked for, more and more passionately, building up to a frenzy of emotion.

  “Oh Goddess, I love you… I love your cock,” she moaned as she thrust herself against me. “I love how you fuck me… I love how you look at me… I love you. I love you, Ian – I love you – I love you – OH GODDESS, I LOVE YOU – ”

  Suddenly she was coming. I could feel the contractions around my cock, could feel her pussy squirt hot and wet against my palm.

  And she kept saying it. As her body heaved with orgasm after orgasm, she kept saying it. Screaming it.

  “I LOVE YOU – I LOVE YOU – I LOVE YOU – ”

  Listening to her scream those things was absolutely the hottest thing I’d ever heard in my life.

  I came so hard I nearly blacked out.

  After it was over, when both my screams and hers had died down to whispers, we kissed – passionately. Deeply. Like a reconciled couple deeply in love.

  I pulled out of her and lay down next to her, both of us tracing our fingers over each other’s bodies.

  “You can take this off now if you want,” I said, touching the choker.

  “I think I’ll keep it on. I like doing things you want me to do.” Then she smiled seductively. “Is there anything else you want? …Master?”

  I grinned as I got on top of her and positioned myself between her legs.

  “I’m sure I’ll think of something,” I whispered in her ear as I slowly entered her, listening to her joyful sighs of pleasure.

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