“Do you feel good?” he asked Elaine, his lips shining with her pleasure.
Running her hands over her breasts, she smiled up at him. “I feel wonderful.”
Dan turned toward Addison. “Thank you.”
“You did it, not me,” she offered with a smile.
“I couldn’t have without your guidance.”
“It’s just a simple progression from gentle to fierce which allows her body to build at a steady pace.”
Shrugging as if she’d just spoken a different language, he said, “Well, thanks.”
“Don’t thank me yet. We still have further to go. Dan, why don’t you stand up against the wall for Elaine.” Raising his eyebrows at his wife, he rose to his feet and leaned up against the wall next to Elaine. “Elaine, you might want to get a pillow to put under your knees.”
Elaine turned, grabbed a pillow and dropped it at Dan’s feet. Crawling onto it, she looked up at him with a tensionless smile that radiated satisfaction.
Running his thumb up and down her jaw line, he bent over and kissed the tip of her nose. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
It was true Addison did not force her patients to engage in any act they didn’t want to do. They had discussed this well in advance, and so Addison already knew that Elaine had agreed to do this with her husband. Nevertheless, she still waited silently for Elaine’s answer. Elaine kissed Dan’s palm. “I don’t have to do anything, but I want to do this.”
Addison knew exactly how she felt. That day in the park, she wanted to bring Decland pleasure the same way he’d given it to her. It wasn’t about sex; it was about mutual appreciation and sharing. Now, here she was, witnessing it between her patients.
Dan nodded and grit his teeth, looking up at the ceiling as if he were praying for the strength not to pin his wife to the floor and fuck her brains out in front of their therapist. Addison cleared her throat as she moved closer to sit a few feet away from Elaine. As she adjusted her robe around her, she whispered, “Elaine, take the base of Dan’s shaft and guide his head toward your mouth.”
Elaine grabbed Dan, opened her mouth wide and shoved him in, causing herself to gag and pull back, coughing. Dan’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, we don’t have to do this. Elaine, it’s fine. Really.”
“No, I’m doing this,” she demanded as she went in for round two.
“Stop, Elaine. Hold on for a second,” Addison demanded. “Giving a great blow job isn’t about how far you can get him into the back of your throat.”
“It’s not?” Her blond eyebrows raised questioningly.
“Not at all,” Addison added. “Many women have terrible gag reflexes. This is about delivering pleasure on multiple fronts.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, Dan is a well-endowed man…”
“Thank you,” he interrupted with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Addison continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “When I say take him into your mouth, what I mean is, suck him in to the point where you’re comfortable.”
Tentatively, Elaine flicked out her tongue, running it over the small slit at the tip of his cock. Dan sucked in a breath, his hands in tight fists at his sides as if he was try to control himself. Wrapping her hand around the base of his length, she parted her lips slowly allowing his head to penetrate her mouth. Dan’s head fell back with a sigh, his chest expanding with the calming breaths he was taking.
“Good, Elaine. Now, try to swirl your tongue over him while adding suction. Move your head back and forth slightly.”
As her head began to move, the muscles lining Dan’s abdominals began to shudder. “God Almighty,” he whispered, his shoulders hitting the wall behind him. Sweat beaded his chest as Elaine sucked harder, her pale cheeks hollowing out with the effort.
“Now, use your hand and stroke him as you keep going.”
Elaine quickly began to run her fingers up and down his shaft. The sound of skin on skin filled the room like a symphony of sex. Sucking, licking and stroking was the ballad of the night. Still, Addison was focused on the technical. Though these two were clearly quick studies in pleasure, the voyeuristic part of her had yet to come alive. There’d been a time when she’d have to touch herself just to relieve the aching between her legs after a session like this. But now she felt only technical pleasure and professionalism. Even her voice sounded different—cold, no longer husky the way it used to get.
Dan slammed his hand into the wall, his knees bending with every passing moment. Still, Addison knew she could push him further toward a toe curling orgasm like the one she’d given Decland. “With your other hand, gently cup his balls. Don’t grab them but massage them.”
Elaine reached out slowly. Sliding her hand between Dan’s legs, her fingers hefted him lightly as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. “Holy fuck.” His knees buckled. His body slid down the wall and as he tried to right himself, he gave up, falling to the floor in a heap. Elaine paused for a mere moment as she repositioned herself between his spread legs before setting upon him once again, this time taking him deeper in her mouth, sucking harder and stroking him frantically. His cock pulsed in her mouth. The veins running up his shaft seemed to expand with each bob of her head. Sweat trickled down his forehead. “Not much longer,” he whispered as his hips thrust to meet her wanton lips.
Addison smiled, and this was where she was going to tell Elaine the defining secret to giving head. “Elaine,” she whispered, “reach two fingers right behind his balls. There’s skin there between his balls and his anus. Massage that little part firmly.”
Addison could tell the moment Elaine pressed on that spot. Dan’s hips froze. He threw his head back and groaned. His fist slammed into the floor with the force of his pleasure as his cock started to throb into Elaine’s mouth. Not stopping for a moment, she sucked him harder until she’d gotten every last pulsating moment. Dan lay on his back, his breath heaving in and out. Reaching for Elaine, he pulled her up to lie beside him. The head of his cock popped out of her mouth and landed on his stomach with a light slap. It laid proudly still semi-erect across his lower stomach. “Baby, that was amazing.”
As she tucked into his side she sighed. “Agreed.”
“Well done on your first session. I’ll give you two a few minutes to relax and gather yourselves.” Addison rose to her feet, feeling conflicted. Should she just end it with Decland, or should she try to fight for what they had? Try to fight to have love like Dan and Elaine’s? There was only one way to find out—she had to talk to him. Addison tried not to rush out of the room. This wasn’t about her. It was about her patients. She walked slowly toward the door.
“Hey, Doc,” Dan called. Addison turned to look back at him. “Thanks.”
Chapter 23
After Dan and Elaine left her office, Addison practically sprinted for the door. She barely said goodbye to Jeffrey, just calling a “see ya” over her shoulder as she bolted. The cab ride to midtown off Madison seemed slower than usual. She sat, nervously waiting to get to Decland. Pieces of her hair were draped across her face wildly. If the look on her face wasn’t enough to get people to move out of her way, she was using her purse as a weapon to push pedestrians out of her path. As she walked into the steel building, the wide lobby seemed open from the front to the back with only a bank of elevators standing in the middle.
As she approached the marquis to find out where Decland’s office was, her eyes widened when she saw he was on one of the highest floors. Looking at the map of his floor, she saw that he had a large corner office. With all the determination she could muster, she hiked her purse up onto her shoulder. She was going to fix this mess. While she stood in the elevator waiting to get to his floor, she saw her disheveled appearance reflected in the doors. Her hair was curling even more wildly than before around her face. Her eyes were large and round looking on the verge of tears. Though her light pink silk blouse complemented her skin tone, it too was untucked, falling out over her
skirt.
The doors slid open at his floor revealing the white-walled lobby. Black marble flooring expanded through the lobby and around the corner. Addison quickly tucked in her shirt, fluffed up her hair, pinched her cheeks then confidently threw her shoulders back and proceeded forward. She walked right by the reception desk acting like she knew exactly where she was going.
The tiny brunette stood as she passed. “Excuse me, miss. Can I help you?”
“No, thanks,” Addison called as she walked down the hall then rounded the corner. She stopped in her tracks the moment she spotted Decland. His office wasn’t a typical office—the entire wall was made of glass with a clear view of his large, heavy wooden desk. Decland was leaning up against the front of his desk, smiling down at a petite blonde. Addison could only see her from behind, but from where she stood, it looked like her bare back was exposed from neck to ass crack, with only a sliver of material wrapped around her throat holding up the gray halter top dress. Addison took a step back trying to remain hidden from Decland’s sight.
There was something about that woman that made her hackles rise. Decland was looking amazing in his black suit with the front of his light green shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His hair fell into his face. He brushed it back with a laugh as his tongue darted out over his bottom lip. The blonde leaned forward, placing her hand on his thigh briefly as they both laughed. Her fingers pressed into his thigh, he placed his hand over hers. Addison barely held herself back.
Decland nodded. Collecting himself, he stood, buttoned his jacket then shoved his hands into his pockets. The blonde also rose, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail that ran down her back. As she turned to the side to stand next to him, Addison gasped… Jenna, that fucking twat waffle.
She leaned in on Decland, practically resting her pumped up cleavage on his arm. Addison could see her wrap her hand around his bicep as she reached up with the other hand, cupping his cheek. Son of a bitch. Her heart was racing. Anger pounded hard in her veins. She clenched her fist wanting to punch one of them, she just didn’t know who yet.
Jenna leaned in as she cupped his face. Decland drifted with her, lowering his face towards hers as Jenna planted a lingering kiss on his cheek, practically making out with his jaw. Addison could see her whisper something in his ear that made him raise his eyebrows and give her a little smirk accompanied by a chuckle. He ran his finger over his bottom lip as though he liked what she was whispering in his ear.
Addison whirled around on her heels feeling like she could light the world on fire. The receptionist came racing down the hall. “Excuse me, miss. But you can’t be in here without an appointment.”
Addison stormed past her, heading for the door she came in. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’m leaving. I’ve seen enough.”
Her body was a typhoon of emotions—anger, sadness, frustration, longing, even heartbreak. She shook with the effort to control them all. As she took steady, calming breaths, she forced her feelings to the side choosing to deal with them later. For right now, she needed to get her point across to Decland Wallace. She was not the kind of woman to be fucked with. She pulled out her phone, her plan already forming.
“You wanna play? Let’s play, you fuckable bastard.” She grit her teeth, cursing at her phone like she was talking to him directly rather than texting him.
Chapter 24
It was the first place they met. This was where it all started, and right now Decland couldn’t be happier that he was back here again. That first night with Addison in this inconspicuous club was one of the best of his life. The way she’d given herself up to him was a moment he’d never forget. Even then, the connection had been there. As he walked up to the door giving the bouncer his name, he was granted instant entry. This time around, he wasn’t led through the large entertainment area; he was directed toward a darkly lit hallway that he hadn’t realized was there before. The walls were covered in a dark crimson that seemed to meet with the dark carpeting. His footsteps were muted as he glided silently behind the hulking security guard.
“Where are we going?” he asked nervously.
Though Decland was a large man, this guy made him look like a dwarf. He was as tall as he was wide with shoulders that seemed to fill the narrow hall. The roll on his neck doubled as he shrugged, peeking over his shoulder. “Going to a private room.”
“Okay.” Clearly, Decland wasn’t going to get anything from him. When Addison sent him the text to meet her here, he was surprised, but when he tried to get any information out of her, it was complete silence. She didn’t even answer his text about other things. Just sent him the address and was told to be there. He couldn’t help but run his hands over his suit coat nervously. He was always down to mess around, especially with Addison, but he didn’t know how he felt about doing it here… again.
When the bouncer stopped, Decland nearly collided with him. He stopped just short of an inch from his back. The bouncer looked at him over his shoulder once more. “Back up.”
Decland took a large step back, holding his hands up. “Sorry, bro. Wasn’t paying attention.”
“We’re here.” He turned around to look down at Decland. He crossed his arms over his chest blocking the door.
“Okay. So… can I go in?” Why the hell was this gorilla standing outside the door if this was where he was supposed to be? He paused, apprehension weighing on him.
“No.” The gorilla stood in silence for a moment. Decland waited for him to say something more. Clearly, he wasn’t the chatty type.
The bouncer put his hand to his ear like he was listening to someone talking to him through the earpiece. He held up his hand to his face to reply. “Understood.”
Decland looked at him expectantly. “Come on, the suspense is killing me.”
“Doc is a nice lady.” His voice was deep, almost threatening. For a moment, Decland thought he was talking to the giant from the movie The Green Mile.
Decland nodded with a smile. “Yes, she is.”
Bouncer giant looked him up and down like he didn’t believe a word he said. The man pointed a finger in his face. “There are rules.”
“Okay. Lay them on me, big guy.” He was anxious to get to Addison—not to just get in her pants, but he wanted to see her, hold her, talk to her. The silence she’d been giving him all day was killing him.
He held up his fingers. “One: go inside put on whatever clothes are laid out. Two: at all times you will follow directions or the room will no longer be available to you.”
“Okay. Simple enough.”
“I wasn’t finished. Three: you break her heart, I break your face.”
Decland squared his shoulders feeling like something was off. Why was the bouncer so concerned about Addison? This guy was huge, but he wasn’t going to back down to anyone when it came to Addison. “I would never hurt her. Now let me in there to see her.”
Again the gorilla shrugged, stepping to the side then leaning up against the wall beside the door like he was getting comfortable. Decland reached for the door, hesitating while his nerves ran rampant. “Are you going to stay there the whole time?”
“Maybe.”
“Fair enough. But if you come in before knocking, we will have a problem.”
The bouncer gave him a wide, white grin. “You a’ight.”
Decland scoffed. “About time you warmed up.”
The feel of the cold metal of the door knob was a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from his hand. The sound of his hammering pulse was loud in his ears as he entered into the room. It was very similar to the area they’d met in that first night—the size of small bedroom, one large window on the opposite wall, the dark colors of the hall flowing into the room. He fully expected Addison to be waiting for him, but the space was empty, except for a lone chair facing what could only be described as a bed but looked like a large padded table, covered with a loose white bedsheet.
He took a step toward the chair, a pile of fabric catching his eye with a small piece
of paper folded on top of it. Classical music was being piped in. It was the same music that played when he walked into the room the first night he’d met Addison. The paper rustled slightly as he unfolded it to read the note. Addison’s elegant handwriting was sprawled across the page.
Put this on. I’ll be waiting.
Decland could feel the pull of his lips as he fought the urge not to smile. Whatever Addison had planned for him, he was not going to object. With fumbling fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt. His hands shook with nerves making him take more time than he cared to. He folded his shirt and jacket, neatly laying them next to whatever Addison had picked out for him. His belt slid away at the same time he kicked off his shoes to remove his pants. For a moment, he debated whether or not to keep his boxer briefs on but ultimately decided to lose them. His cock hung heavy between his legs. The thought of what Addison might do to him was already giving him a hard on. He lifted what looked like black silk pajama pants from the chair. As he stepped into them, the cool fabric barely brushed his legs. If he hadn’t had the drawstring to hold them up, they’d slide right back down.
He stood waiting. The only sound filling the room was the music and his deep breathing. This was new for him. Sure, he had sex with Addison here once before, but it hadn’t been intentional. Judging by the layout of the room and Addison’s silence all day long, this was planned with extreme detail, which made him wonder what the hell he was in for. Excitement and fear riddled his body as he waited. He swung his arms around like he was warming up for the gym—Lord knows she’d give him a workout. The silence of the room was broken by the sound of a squeaky door hinge.
With a deep breath, he spun around hoping to see Addison. He nearly choked. “Mother of God.”
Addison stepped into the room like she owned the place. The leather of her over-the-knee stiletto boots barely made a sound on the carpet. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, her reckless waves curling behind her. She smiled at him, her glossy red lips calling to him. Though she wore the delicate lace mask that she had in place the first night they met and it had turned him on that night, now it seemed to make her distant. He’d play along with it for now. At some point, he wanted to see her large amber eyes staring up at him. To feel that connection was exactly what would keep him coming back forever. It wasn’t the boots or the hair or the mask that captivated him; it was her and the black leather skirt that was barely a strip of fabric covering her. It had one zipper that looked like it went from top to bottom. One pull with his teeth and that thing was gone. Pale skin peeked out between the top of the skirt and bottom of her corset. The bondage-like top had strategic holes cut into it allowing her skin to peek out here and there. Each cup had a zipper around it. If she were to unzip them, the fabric would fall away revealing her perfect breasts. Decland didn’t know where to start or what to take off first.
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