"Good caveman," she says, then walking away.
I am still in the starfish position and she turns and winks at me before beginning to untie me.
For a moment, I thought that she was going to leave me there. Her character was so believable. Oh fuck, yeah. My submissive is a wonderful dominant as well. How spoilt I am.
SIENNA
The drive home after the club is beautiful. The summer breeze drifts through the limousine window so perfectly. We had stayed and watched the dancers for a while longer, after the red door experience that we had shared, but now we were both ready to call it a night.
"Sienna, you are exceptionally beautiful," he says, holding my hand.
I look into his eyes and kiss his mouth sensually.
"I am lucky to have met you."
I am dropped to the main door and I sneak up hoping not to wake Jenna. I sneak past her room and hear her snores that echo into the living room.
The last two days with Jonathan have been unbelievable. Horse riding at his home and then tonight at the club. It is only eleven pm and I feel as if I am in some kind of dream. Everything I want is happening. A psychology internship, a great college, the sexiest man alive wants me and my best friend lives in the dorm with me. Wow, it's wonderful.
I place my bags down from the night before when I’d slept at Jonathan's. I put my pajamas on and hang up the yellow dress. A hot cocoa might be a good idea to settle me before I go to bed.
I get to work at nine am and Jeremy smiles at me as I wait for Jonathan.
"There is work in the Langdon room for you, I just got a message from Jonathan saying that he'll be in a bit later."
I look at Jeremy who is much chirpier since his new fling with Holly. It's quite obvious that they like each other. Filing should never take as long as that, I think, deviously.
I walk to the Langdon room and there are more books for me to read. There is one on depression and another on narcissism. I guessed this week that I would be allowed to sit in on more sessions with clients. Well, I hoped I could. It was very interesting and I liked seeing how Jonathan acted with them all.
Sometimes, it was hard to believe that he was a psychologist. I wondered if all psychologists had their own addictions like Jonathan did. Maybe it was a coping mechanism or a genetic trait that could be passed down to children. Mmm, it was hard to know. It's funny how the sex or voyeur addiction he had was without anyone else. It's kind of like he had been looking for someone to share it with, and now he had me.
I flicked open the book on narcissism and was intrigued by the chapter headings, "How to Spot a Narcissist; How to Deal with a Narcissist; The Ten Common Tricks Narcissists Use; How to Manoeuvre a Narcissist and How to Help a Narcissist With Treatment From a Psychologist's Viewpoint."
It intrigued me how there were people in the world that enjoyed using others to benefit themselves. I found the concept hard to grasp. There were many personality types, but narcissists were so unbelievably selfish. They could pretend to be a friend and then completely walk away if they didn't get what they wanted. It was disgusting really. I knew that Jonathan had a few narcissists that came to him, and they probably found it hard to be counselled due to the selfishness of the disorder.
I got to the page of narcissistic traits. "Nothing is his/her fault, he/she will always be the tragic victim, everything will be about him/her, he/she will never admit to being wrong, he/she will be angry with you every day, he/she may give silent treatment or neglect you for several weeks at a time, while you do everything possible for the relationship he/she does nothing, putting friends/family down behind their backs, blame others for their lack of success, and are emotionally distant unless they want something."
Wow, these people were assholes. I can't even imagine the self-esteem of a partner going out with one of these people. What a horrible disorder for the human existence to uncover. Ugh, I wondered how they acted with Jonathan.
"Hey there, Ms. Ruston. Busy reading, I see."
It was Jonathan talking through the buzzer.
"Hello, Mr. Ellis. Any narcissists today?"
I heard him chuckle as he cleared his throat, "Yes in five minutes actually. A client called Jenny Struthers. Get in here so you can listen."
I place my book down and go into Jonathon's office. He looks gorgeous in his mint green shirt. I sit at his desk and Jeremy brings us both coffee, ready before the client arrives.
"Ms. Struthers is here."
"Send her in Jeremy, thanks."
A thin, blond woman walks in wearing a nice A-line skirt with a diamante top. She is obviously curious about me as she raises an eyebrow and looks to Jonathan, who was unphased by her inappropriate gesture.
"Ms. Ruston is my intern. You don't mind her sitting in, do you Jenny?"
She looks over at me and gives a fake smile. "No, how lovely."
I sense her fakeness and I try not to judge her, but I think she will be a hard woman to like.
"How are you?" says Jonathan softly.
"Everything is getting too hard. My mother is unbearable and I am going to disconnect my phone soon."
Jonathan looks at her and raises a brow. "Oh, why?"
"She knows that I don't need her checking up on me. If I wasn't on the phone to her last Thursday I would have got the modelling job with Howard's Modelling Studio. God, she makes me insane. If it wasn't for her, I would be successful."
Jonathan knew she was blaming her mother for nothing. He remained calm.
"Jenny, your happiness and success have nothing to do with anyone but you."
"What?"
Jonathan tried to explain without getting into hot water on the subject.
"Sometimes, things occur in our lives. If you blame everything on your mother, then you will never take responsibility for yourself. I mean, does she blame you for anything?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does your mother blame you for anything that goes wrong in her life?" says Jonathan plainly.
"No, of course not!" says Jenny. She was confused by where the conversation is heading.
"So, your mother takes responsibility for what happens in her life, then?"
"Yes, of course, she does. It is not MY fault!"
Jonathan looks at her and says nothing else as Jenny realizes his point.
"But, if she wasn't so..."
"You can't blame anyone else, Jenny. You are in control of your own life," says Jonathan kindly, but firmly.
"She is still a hindrance to me."
Jonathan looks at Jenny, who was rather pissed off about having been made to see light on the subject. She looks at the wall and acts like she is royalty; too good to be told what to do.
"I want you to write a list of five things you are grateful for, every evening before you go to bed. I want you to do this every day for the next week."
"I doubt that there will be five a day."
"Start with the small things, like food and clothing," Jonathan says with a smile.
"I don't think it's fair to give me extra work. I will do it to show you that I can."
Jonathan looks at Jenny who is still obviously pissed off about his words and she gives a fake smile.
"Alright. I want you to continue with the relaxation techniques in the afternoons as well."
Jenny looks at the clock and is obviously happy to see that the time is nearly up.
"Yes, relaxation techniques and the gratitude thing. I best be off I have an appointment with my agent in a half hour."
Jonathan nods and agreed that she should go. She stands at the door and waits for Jonathan to open it. She only looks about twenty-three at the most. Jonathan opens the door as he expected to have to do and then he smiled at me, looking glad to see her out the door.
"Wow that was interesting. You could have cut the air with a knife," I say, shocked by her rudeness.
"She is a bit of a handful, but she has come a long way, really. She was told by the court that she must have a year of sessions or go to jail for her theft
."
"Oh, okay. What did she steal?"
"A few months ago, she stole a car, so she could get to a modelling job on time."
I looked at Jonathan who looked a little tired. We had stayed out late last night and I felt like he was trying to act energetic, but failing miserably.
"I should go and have a break, I'm exhausted from last night."
"Me too," he says as he yawns.
I kiss him and walk out knowing he needed a break. I was sure he would fall asleep on his couch.
JONATHAN
Sienna knew that I wasn't myself today. I was a little bit under the weather from a cold that I woke up with this morning. She was lovely, kissing me goodbye before she went for a break.
I thought of us in the club together as she had strapped me up in a starfish position. Oh, yes. Fuck, it was good. Today I noticed that she had been wearing a pink skirt and a white top that was silky and made her breasts look so hot.
I wanted her to go straight into the Langdon room when she got back. I was going to surprise her and would be waiting in there for her. I knew she would be at least half an hour so I waited a few minutes and then go in. The lounges were long, leather and I would be sitting on one waiting for her when she got back. I hoped she wouldn't mind.
***
Sienna walked in, not expecting anyone to be in the room.
"Shit, you surprised me," she says.
I look at her and used my eyes to undress her.
I buzz Jeremy, "Jeremy, don't disturb us. We're looking over cases."
"Sure thing Mr. Ellis. Holly is here now."
"Wonderful," I say, still eyeing Sienna.
"You are a devil, I thought you would have had enough of me by now."
I let her walk to me. I hold her waist as I sit on the lounge with her belly at my head.
"I am so turned on by you, I can't help it."
Sienna runs her fingers through my wavy hair and I find myself wanting to pleasure her. I’ve never been so unselfish in the past with people as I am with her. My hands reach under her blouse and I unclip her bra. She looks flustered.
"Oh Jonathan…," she says, biting her lip.
I unbutton the front of her blouse and her tits fall out in front of me. I stand and kiss them as she holds onto me and breathes heavily.
My hand reaches to her zip on her skirt and I unzip it slowly, she is standing with an open blouse and white, lace panties. I scoop her head up in my hands and kiss her passionately, then pull her hand towards the lounge.
"Lie down, Sienna."
Sienna places a cushion under her head and I look at her pussy through the lace. I can just make out the opening of her vagina at this angle.
"Fuck, you're hot," I say grasping her breasts. Her nipples are erect and I suck and nibble on them in a passionate frenzy.
"Jonathan, Oh, God."
I continue fondling her breasts and the silkiness of her skin delights me.
I undress her again with my eyes. She lifts her bottom up so then I can remove her panties. Her pussy sits perfectly in front of me.
I place my fingers on her mound and she jumps slightly as she moistens. Amazing how she is so ready at even the slightest touch. I open her up with my fingers and eye the wetness. She is the sexiest woman that I have ever seen her.
I place my mouth inside her moist pussy and frig it with my tongue. She moans and arches her back in pleasure, rubbing on her tits.
"Jonathan, oh…"
I continue with my tongue and place my finger over her clitoris and rub it as I wet her pussy lips with my kisses. She tastes perfect, and her hips move above me as she moans.
I slide a finger inside and push it in to touch her sweet spot, rubbing at that soft, spongy tissue.
"Ahh, ah…!"
I add a second finger and tease her by going in and out slowly.
"Jonathan, please." Her whimper was music to my ears.
I enter one more finger and start vigorously frigging her. Her hand moves down and touches her clitoris.
"Oh yes… I'm cumming."
I move my mouth down after her orgasm and lick her wetness which tastes even sweeter than it had done before. My cock is extremely erect and she has turned me on to the point of bliss and fantasy.
Sienna looks at me and sits up on the lounge. Without a word, she opens my trousers and I feel myself gasp. So imaginative, so pleasing. She moves her hand inside and pulls out my hard cock. Fuck yes.
Her mouth moves up and down my shaft and I am in heaven. She sucks on it as hard as she can and I feel myself melt.
She pushes me down and I sit on the couch. She gets on all fours and signals with her a raunchy slap on her ass that I should enter her.
"Oh, fuck me, Jonathan. I want your cock."
I grab her ass and push myself inside. I have never wanted to fuck her as much as I do now.
I push into her and move my cock slowly, to tease both myself and her.
"Oh, oh. It feels so hard."
I get into a slow rhythm and my shaft feels so good inside her. I want to last it out so I push in, then out again slowly. But how long could I keep that up for?
I feel my shaft in her wet pussy and my cock seems to enlarge even more.
"Fuck Sienna, I am so horny for you."
I continue in and out as Sienna cums on my cock. I could feel the quivering and contractions of her inner walls around me, and she shook from the force of it as it rippled through her. I can tell she is exhausted from it, so I quicken the pace.
"Oh, oh," she moans, "Oh, fuck, Jonathan."
The word fuck sends me into oblivion and my pace quickens.
"Oh yeah, I'm cumming Sienna, oh yeah."
SIENNA
Jonathan pulls out of me and I am exhausted from our escapade. I have never felt as horny for him as I did just now, and my breathlessness makes me get us both water from the cooler.
"Jonathan, you devil," I say winking, and then drinking.
We both manage to drink two glasses of water in seconds. I put my clothes on and he did his trousers up again.
"I better fix my hair and check my face," I say, going to the bathroom of the Langdon room.
"Meet me in my office in ten and we'll see the next client."
"Sure," I say waving my hand from the bathroom and trying to find the button-hole on my blouse.
Jonathan went out the door and I look at my face in the mirror. I have never been so happy and exhausted at the same time.
I think about the way he touches me and a shiver of ecstasy runs through my body even now. The college guys just wanted to get their dick wet, cum and leave. They wouldn't know how to do what Jonathan did to me.
I thought of all the women who had never had a man like Jonathan to pleasure them. How would they go through their life like that? It's important to feel wanted and craved. I mean I wasn't even skinny, really. My hips were large and I had bigger legs and a wobbly, rounded ass.
Jonathan made me feel sexy with his dirty talk, and also by the way he continually wanted me. I had never known such pleasure and ecstasy. It's very sexy and even romantic in a lustful sort of way.
I could have sex with him three times a day or maybe more. I craved him and it provoked me in a carnal way. I was still working and learning a lot during my internship as well. I had it all.
I finished primping my hair and I walked and joined Jonathan in his room.
Jeremy was enthralled with Holly who was bending over placing files in a cupboard. I got to see Holly who looked a lot less flushed than the first time I had seen her as I walked past.
I opened the door, and he was waiting for me with those dreamy, hazel eyes. He looked sexier, if that was even possible. The stubble on his face was gently protruding and making me blush again.
"The next client has Tourette's and swears a lot, without meaning too," he says.
I smile and look at him, "Sure, I think I can handle it."
Jonathan sat eyeing me as he liked to do, so I blew him
a kiss.
I got lost in his eyes. He was so dreamily handsome. I sat at his desk then and looked at his Rubix cube.
"I've given up on it, so you can play with it!" he says.
I picked it up excitedly and gave a smirk. "What do you mean play, I could solve it!"
We both laughed and I knew that I would never have the patience to spend time on something like that. I was so glad that I could play, though. I liked fiddling and even at college, I liked to play with pens or the edges of my notebook. I liked fiddling while Jonathan watched me. It was extremely explicit as it gained a sexual undertone.
We waited and the client must have been running late. Jonathan was still watching me and I looked up at him every now and again, content with being confused by the Rubix cube.
"You do know we are addicted to each other, don't you?" I say finally.
He smiled and looked into my eyes. "Yes I do, and I like it. It's lots of fun, don't you agree?"
I smile, nod a yes and bite my lip to tease him. He looks intrigued by me, like I am something he had only just seen.
God, I still feel horny and I could have sat on his cock easily and cum another two times at least.
"Mr. Ellis, there is a Mr. Rogers here to see you," said Jeremy.
"Thank you. Please show him in."
I sit looking at Jonathan and try to maintain my professionalism for the next client. It was really hard to switch off the addiction. Eyeing him was just too easy and I felt myself drift back into reality now as Mr. Rogers came in.
Jonathan shook his hand and greeted him, "Hi Jim. How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks, Jonathan… ass crack, penis, dick fuck."
I tried to not react and I felt sorry for the poor man, who was really good-looking and had a beautiful smile.
"How is your wife, Yvonne?"
"She's fine. Tits and jelly babies."
I sat and realized how lucky I was to be normal, except for my Jonathan infatuation and slight food addiction.
"I don't know how she puts up with it really. Do you?" says Jim, happy that nothing bad came out.
"Well, she loves you, obviously. Why don't you bring her next time?"
"Yes, she'd fucking like that, actually."
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