Sex Therapy
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“Have a seat,” I say, pointing at the chair across from me. “Let’s get started.”
“Yell if you need me,” Alexa says, exiting my office with a wave and closes the door behind her.
“Lock the door,” I tell Chloe, “and then sit down.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, thinking my request over before she does as I command. Good girl.
Once she’s in front of me, I take in the sight of her, vulnerable and willing. She sucks in a deep breath, staring into my eyes as if she wants me. I know she does. We have unfinished business to handle. She knows it just as much as I do. Where we had left off barely scratched the surface.
I was a student professor, assisting my mentor with a second year psychology class as part of my Ph.D. program. He had offered me the job, and I knew I would be a fool to turn it down, despite my current course load. I had thought about walking away when it had become too much for me to juggle. Then, I saw Chloe.
She strolled into the study hall late, wearing short shorts that hugged her ass and a white spaghetti strap shirt that showed off her nipples. I will never forget the day I met Chloe. That day alone has been in my spank bank for so long I can recall every detail from memory—from the scent of her sweet perfume to the way she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and gave me a look that just about killed me.
I was a nerd back then and far from the man I have become today. She changed me in ways I never thought possible. But I didn’t adapt fast enough to hold her attention. Our little tryst was not sufficient for Chloe. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I tried to make excuses for myself. As much as I wanted to find a way around the rules, I never did. Eventually, I told Chloe we had to wait until after the school year, give ourselves some room to breath.
And that was how I lost her. After six months of sneaking around, she wanted more. I was unable to give it to her. So, she went running into the arms of another man, all because I wasn’t ready to pull the trigger. I have been in love with her for so long that the pain of her loss has never gone away. Now, we have a second chance. I plan to make use of our time.
She crosses her legs and sits back in her chair, waiting for me to say something. But I continue to stare at her, allow my eyes to wander until I have taken in every part of her delicious body.
“Did you follow my instructions, Chloe?” My tone is firm, serious, and indicates there will be repercussions if she disobeyed me.
“Jackson,” she hisses, flashing a seductive look at me.
“What did I tell you? It’s Dr. King now.”
“Yes, Dr. King.” She bites down on her bottom lip. “I did what you asked of me.”
“Good.” I rub my hands together, excited. “Let me see.”
She glances down at her legs, shaking her head. “You want me to…” Her voice trails off as if she’s confused. But she wouldn’t have listened to me if she had a problem with how this is going to work between us.
“Yes, Chloe. I want you to show me your pussy. Spread your legs for me. Let me see that you’ve been a good girl, and I will reward you.”
“With what?” She’s playing dumb with me.
I laugh to myself. “You leave that to me to worry about.”
Hesitating, Chloe looks away from me, unsure of whether she wants to go through with this. We both know she wants this to happen or she would have disobeyed me on purpose. There’s no sense in denying her attraction to me.
“What happened to you, Jackson?” Her singsong voice is soft and music to my ears until she says, “You were never like this. The man I loved was different.”
“How would you know?” I say, defensive. This conversation has taken a much different turn from what I had expected. Speaking through clenched teeth, I spit out, “You didn’t stick around long enough to find out. You never bothered to give me a chance to show you. A kiss here and there, my hand grazing your breast, those were all small things that only made me fall harder for you, but you never allowed me to give you more.”
She folds her arms across her chest and frowns. “Why are you so angry? Have you been holding onto this resentment since I left?” Her nose scrunches in anger along with her brow before she speaks again. I kind of like it that she’s pissed because now she gets to feel the same way I did for all these years. “I gave you one last chance before I moved to tell me you loved me and that you wanted more, and you chose your career over me. So, don’t even go there, Jackson. You were content with being friends with some benefits, and that was all right with me, but I needed more from you.”
I stand up, hard again and so turned on by this conversation. Chloe’s defiance and attitude excite me because now I get to punish her for talking back to me. “You wanted more from me. But are you ready to give me more?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
With my hands on my belt buckle, ready to take it off and spank her with it, I say, “How about right now?”
Chloe nods. “I’m ready.”
Her eyes follow my finger as I point in the direction of the couch. “Get your ass over there and show me what I missed out on five years ago.”
Again, she does as I order and without a word.
For as long as I had known Chloe, she was always outspoken. Seeing this side of her is such a turn-on it makes me regret being such a nice guy when we were together. Nice guys always finish last. That saying has so much truth behind it. Maybe if I were more aggressive, more of a deviant back then, she would have waited for me instead of running away.
I sit in my usual leather chair, directly across from the couch where I treat patients, and tug at my belt once more, slipping it through the loops of my pants. “Let me see what’s under that skirt.”
Chloe separates her thighs for me, opening them wide enough to give me a good look. She shaved her pussy for me. Nice. Even from a distance, I can tell she is already wet, her skin glistening with her juices.
My dick hardens beneath my slacks, making it hard for me to function without getting some relief. Nothing beats the real thing. After all the times, I had dreamed of this moment, I want to remember it for the rest of my life, take a mental picture in case she decides to leave again. But this time I will not let her. Chloe is mine.
“Touch yourself for me,” I tell her, keeping my focus on her.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to remain in my chair. As much as I want to lick her pussy, I need to wait, let Chloe do some of the work before I teach her the lesson she should have learned years ago.
She reaches between her legs and plays with her clit. “Is this what you want, Jackson. You want to watch me?”
“Yes, keep going.”
I hadn’t thought any of this through beforehand. Not only is this making my cock twitch, but also I am torturing myself by keeping a distance. This is another one of my impromptu plans I hadn’t spent the time to hash out. Chloe works for me now, which hardly matters in the grand scheme of things. Most of my secretaries only make it a few months, if that.
I’m not much of a planner. Kind of like how I randomly meet women in bathrooms between patients. All I knew going into today was that I was hoping Chloe would give me a nice little show before I send her out front to do her job. I’m not about to go home again to jerk off all night. That pussy is mine.
She probably thinks this is part the job since I intentionally flirted with Alexa when we were discussing Chloe’s resume. When I told her not to wear panties, she understood there was something off about this situation, yet she did as I instructed and without complaint. That’s my kind of girl. I always knew there was something about her that I liked.
“You can watch all you want, Jackson,” she says, as she rolls her thumb over her clit. “Or would you rather be the one to do it? I want you to make me come.”
“Oh, I will be the one to do it.” I press my palms to my knees and lean forward, holding her gaze. “For now, I want to watch you. Finger your pussy for me.”
Without another thought, she slide
s two fingers inside her wetness, letting out a soft moan. “I’m so wet for you, Jackson. Are you really going to sit here and stare when you could join me?”
She has a good point. My dick is tenting my pants. Wiping my sweaty palms down the front of my slacks, I contemplate my next action. A small part of me wants to kiss her and make up for old times, show her the man she used to know. But I am no longer that man.
My life had changed for the worst the day she left, and I have not been the same since. There’s no point in denying my true identity. If she wants Jackson King, she’d better get used to the way I am now and forget the old me. I will show her exactly who I am and what I am about. She will never forget it.
“Taste yourself,” I say, watching her as I loosen my belt from my pants, pulling it off in one swift motion. “Suck on your fingers, Chloe.”
I fold the belt in my hand and crack it like a whip though I didn’t need to do that to get her attention. Because I already had it. From the second she walked into my office, Chloe hasn’t looked away from me.
As expected, she listens to me once again, removing her fingers from her pussy. She holds them up to her lips and runs her tongue along her skin, before sticking them in her mouth.
“Taste good?” I ask her, loving every minute of the show she is putting on for me. My eyes travel between her pussy and her mouth as I unzip my pants, ready to join this party. I point at the ground and say, “Get on your knees, and come here.”
A blush spreads from her cheeks down to her chest. How can she be embarrassed after what she just did in front of me?
“As you wish, Dr. King.” She winks at me, and I lick my lips.
Using the couch for support, she slides off the edge and onto the carpet, getting down on all fours to crawl over to me. This is so fucking hot I am in physical agony. If I don’t fuck her, I will be feeling the effects soon enough. I open my legs to give her enough room to fit between them.
She reaches into my lap, her fingers grazing the button of my slacks. I swat her hand away in an instant.
“You can only touch me when I tell you to. Understand?”
Looking shocked, she stares at me as if she’s still my student and upset that I scalded her in front of the class. While I am still her teacher, this classroom has a much different setting. Soon, Chloe will learn my ways whether she likes them or not.
“Yes, Dr. King.” She straightens her back, keeping her hands at her sides and waits for me to continue.
Popping open the button on my pants, I watch as her eyes land on my cock. “You will get it soon enough. Be patient, love.” I sit up just enough to pull my pants and boxers over my hips, springing my erection free, and allow my clothes to bunch around my ankles.
Gripping my cock in my hand, I give myself a few strokes, laughing on the inside as Chloe’s eyes widen. She’s salivating, practically beginning to suck it.
“You can touch me,” I say in a firm tone. “Show me what you got.”
She places her hands on my thighs and moves closer, her hand quickly replacing mine. Sticking out her tongue, she makes eye contact with me the entire time, as she moves up my shaft, making her way to the tip. After waiting this long to fuck her, she had better not even think about teasing me. If anyone is doing that, it will be me. Not the other way around.
Wrapping her plump lips around my cock, she peeks up at me as if asking me with her eyes if she’s doing a good job. Best secretary I have ever had.
I pat the top of her head. “Keep going. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
Chloe answers with her eyes in the form of acknowledgment that she understands me. Leaning back in the chair, I take her hair between my fingers, holding her head in a vise and forcing her to choke on my dick. While it hasn’t been long since my last blow job, this feels pretty damn amazing. She has some skills that surprise me.
Massaging my balls with one hand and stroking my shaft with the other, she works me over like a pro. I never expected my Chloe, the girl who I had barely made it to second base with in the past, to be so in control. On the outside, she’s so shy and weak. But I like this side of her just as much as she likes it when I order her around. We’re different, yet still, the same, and we still want the same things.
I should have claimed her when I had the chance and made her mine. Chloe was always supposed to be with me. We were meant for each other. My life shattered into a thousand pieces the day she walked away, leaving me struggling to survive. There were some days I thought the pain would kill me. Or I would end up killing myself with my reckless behavior.
What had started as binge drinking and wild parties had turned into a sex addiction. Well, as a sex therapist, I should use the medical term: hypersexual disorder. Even though I know I have a problem, I will never label myself as someone who has this condition. I can kick this habit just like I did drinking. It’s all in my mind. It’s not about the sex. Chloe left a gaping hole in my heart that I needed to fill with something. I chose sex. It’s that simple.
A crazy twist of fate brought us back together. Now that I have her back, I am never letting her go. She will suck my cock and obey me like a good girl for the rest of her life. Soon, she will realize she is mine though I bet she already has an idea that this will become permanent.
If only I had the mental strength to keep my demons at bay. Today is not one of those days. I doubt tomorrow will be one of them either. I like sex too much, and Chloe’s lips on my cock feel too fucking good to make her stop. I’m about to come, so close that my body is on fire.
I focus on her head bobbing up and down in front of me, clutching her hair tighter, as she deep throats my cock. The tears spill down her cheeks and leave streaks of mascara in the process. She’s my little whore now. For once, I will have something to look forward to when I come into the office. Instead of whiny patients I can’t stand, I can use Chloe and her beautiful body to fulfill all my fantasies, take care of my urges.
Just because she’s back in my life doesn’t mean I will change overnight. The itch I need to scratch will always be there. This time, Chloe will be the one to quench that hunger. Not some strange snatch I found by chance.
When I finally come, I come so fucking hard I think she has trouble sucking down all of it. But she takes one for the team, licking what’s left from her lips as she removes me from her mouth.
“Anything else I can do for you, Dr. King?” She asks smiling up at me and still holding onto my shaft.
“Plenty,” I grunt. “Get up and bend your sexy ass over my desk, so I can fuck you from behind. But I’m going to punish you first.”
She releases her grip on me and sits back on her legs. “For what? I did everything you asked.”
I press my index finger to her lips to silence her. There she goes again with that mouth I remember. “Keep it shut before I have to shut it for you.” My voice sounds like a growl. “Do you want me to spank you?”
She nods, just as I was hoping.
“Good girl.” I point behind me, and her eyes follow my finger. “Now, do as I say and get on that desk. Right now.”
Chloe pushes herself up from the floor in silence. With her skirt so short, it gives me a nice view of her body as she walks past me. I used to think pussy was just pussy, no matter where I got it from. But I waited too long for this moment with Chloe. Not only is this time different, but it's also everything I had hoped for, everything I had imagined.
She moves the chairs in front of my desk out of the way and sinks her elbows into the wood, changing her position a few times before she looks over at me with a smile. “I’m ready for you, Dr. King.”
Getting up from the chair, I grab hold of my pants that are still around my ankles and pull them up just enough, so I don’t trip on them as I make my way over to Chloe. I remove a condom from my pants pocket and position myself behind her.
I’m about to rip open the foil packet, ready to sink deep inside her when I hear Alexa’s voice blare through the loud speaker on my phone.
“This better be important,” I yell.
“It is. I promise. Kelly Madison keeps calling the office and is begging to speak to you. She says she wants to kill herself, and that you’re the only person that can calm her down.”
“She just wants attention again.” I roll my eyes and blow out a puff of air. “Every three months, she does the same exact thing. Did you go through the usual script I gave you?”
“Yes, of course, but she wants you.”
If Kelly’s husband had paid even the slightest bit of attention to her, she would not be doing this on a quarterly basis. Like clockwork and without fail, she pulls this stunt on me. Too bad her husband sees right through the façade. He brushes it off and tells her to call me. Bastard.
I rub my hand over Chloe’s bare ass, stopping myself when the thought to spank her pops into my head. Alexa does not need to hear that through the intercom. Before Alexa rudely interrupted me, I had planned to start by spanking Chloe for leaving me behind. I wanted her to feel the pain I endured.
Instead, I bend down to kiss each of Chloe’s ass cheeks, and she rewards me with a moan as my lips graze her soft skin. I can smell her juices, which makes this even harder to stop myself from plunging my tongue between her folds. She is so fucking wet, all for me, and wanting more. If only I could finish what we started. But duty calls.
Getting up from a hunched position, I press my chest to her back and whisper into her ear, “Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook. We’re not done here.”
“I was counting on it.” Her voice is so soft I doubt Alexa can hear her.
“Patch the call through, Alexa. I can talk Mrs. Madison off the ledge.”
Like a good assistant, Chloe picks up the receiver when the call rings through on my end. “Hello, Mrs. Madison, Please hold for Dr. King.” She clicks the mute button and hands the phone to me. “Just let me know when you want me and how you want me, and I’ll make sure I am available.”