by Ashlee Price
We both heard the knock at the door. Zane only missed the beat for a second before he was telling me to ignore it. My assistant had heard us and was asking if everything was okay. It would have been if Zane had stopped, but he wasn’t going to. I had to choke out an answer in between moans and orgasms. It was harder than I would have imagined.
When she left, I bit my lip as another orgasm ripped through me. It was a relief to feel the heat push into me. Zane refused to wear a condom, and I’d come to love the way he felt when he came inside of me. It meant that he was done, but there was never a time that I wanted more. He always made sure to leave me fully depleted. I don’t know how he did it, but the man was some kind of passionate lover. It was always so intense.
“You never said anything.”
“Huh?” He wanted to talk, and all I wanted to do was take a nap. My head was resting on the desk and I was trying to catch my breath, not even worried about the stapler that was biting into my side.
“I told you that I love you, Camilla, and you didn’t say anything.”
My mind worked slowly, remembering him saying something like that. What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t even think at the moment, let alone have that kind of conversation. Zane seemed bothered by my silence.
Chapter 2 – Zane
I waited for her to say the words, but Camilla was still face-down on her desk. I watched her full, round ass move as she breathed, and before a minute had passed, I was hard again. I wanted to be inside of her, and since she wasn’t ready to tell me she loved me as well, I was going to make her scream out my name. I was going to make her love me.
Sliding back inside quickly, I heard the sharp intake of air and the gasp as I drilled home. Some might say that it was ironic that I was banging the very person who was supposed to be helping me with a sex addiction, but to me it just seemed right. How could being inside of her be wrong?
***
I felt lighter when I got out of the doctor’s office. She always made me feel that way, and it was something that I’d come to rely on. Camilla kept my anger down, and for once I was able to get through a day without getting into an altercation. Everyone around me thought that she was working wonders on me, but it wasn’t her intellect and advice helping, it was the tight pussy in between her legs and the innocent moans that did it for me.
The problem was becoming clear, though. It wasn’t enough. Once a week wasn’t enough, and even though my company would pay for more sessions if I needed it, that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to wake up to her every day and go to bed with her in my arms every night. I was past loving her. As far as I was concerned, it was time for us to get married and start our life together. I didn’t want to wait anymore, and I didn’t want to be apart from her.
It hadn’t been an hour since I left Camilla, and I could already feel the need to see her again coming back in full force. I wondered if she felt the same way. I’d felt for sure that she did, but then she hadn’t said it back. That fact was running around in my mind, and I didn’t know how to take it. I’d made her come over and over again, and still nothing. What was I doing wrong?
What had felt like a cloud that I was walking on now felt like just thin air under my feet. I needed a drink before I went home. I’d walked to Camilla’s office because I only lived a few blocks away, but instead of going home, I made my way to the bar down the road. I needed a drink and I was itching for a fight as well, anything to get my mind off of the what-ifs and don’t-knows.
Johnny was behind the bar and had a beer and a shot of whiskey in front of me before I could even order it. “Good man.”
I didn’t know why he was always so nice, but I suspected it was because he’d seen me get into it with far too many people in that bar.
“How are we feeling today? You got that look in your eyes, and I just replaced the bar stools that you broke last time.”
“I paid well for those stools, plus some.”
He kind of cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, you did. I’m just asking to see if I need to get ready.”
I kind of chuckled and took a sip of my drink. Was it really that obvious that I was about to go off the handle? I didn’t like the idea that I was that easy to read, but I was definitely feeling it. I wanted to do something to get all of this aggression out. I could have picked up another girl, but she wouldn’t be what I wanted. It would have just made the feeling worse.
Getting my phone out of my pocket, I saw Johnny going to another customer as I ignored his question. How was I supposed to know how tonight was going to go? Flipping through recent pictures, I looked at the ones I’d taken today. When Camilla had had her face buried in the desk and I was sliding my cock into her, I’d gotten a short video that I started to play.
The sounds that she made were sidetracking, and it was hard for me not to want to call her. I put the number in my phone several times, but quickly ended the call before it could go through. I didn’t know if she was still at work. Most likely not because of the time of day. I didn’t have her cell phone number, and that had never occurred to me until then. How was I supposed to get a hold of her now?
That frustrated me to no end. The anger was rising inside of me. I wanted to break the phone because of how stupid I felt about it. How had I not gotten her number? I would have broken the phone if there wasn’t such good content on it. I didn’t want to lose the pictures of her as she came down from her orgasms, or the video that I’d made today. I did want to break something, though.
“Hey man, don’t I know you from somewhere?”
The ill-advised man had his hand on my shoulder like we were friends. I didn’t know him, and even if I had, I would never allow someone to be that close to me. I didn’t like to be touched, and I certainly didn’t want the man’s breath on my face. I could smell the booze on his words and the stale smell crinkled my noise.
“I don’t know you, now get off of me.” I pushed the man back pretty hard and waited for him to say something. He didn’t, just fell to the floor because he was too drunk to pick himself up. There was a moment where I thought about just taking all of my frustrations out on him, but I knew that it wasn’t going to be enough. He wouldn’t fight back for that long, and I wasn’t into just beating someone down. I wanted to get hit, and I wanted them to try, and then I wanted to win. That was the only way that I was going to feel better.
Johnny was looking at me, waiting for me to do what he thought I would. Instead I tipped the glass again. I needed more to drink. When I got what I wanted, I moved to the back of the bar to see if there was anyone that I could start something with. There had to be someone in here that could get my adrenaline going.
***
I waited for the office to open. I knew that Camilla’s office opened at nine and I hadn’t slept a wink. My face still hurt from the fight the night before, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I had to see Camilla, and I was afraid she wasn’t going to want to speak to me. Why hadn’t she just told me that she loved me back? Was that really so hard?
Getting the answering machine, I threw the phone to the ground and watched the pieces come apart. It wasn’t the first time that I’d done it, so I knew that it was only going to take a minute to put it back together. Why wasn’t anyone answering?
Putting it back together, I started the phone back up and pulled the short brown strand out of my mouth. I’d been chewing on it since I’d found it on my jacket. I knew that it belonged to Camilla, and in a way it made me feel closer to her.
“Dr. Loring’s office, how can I help you?”
“I need to speak to Camilla.”
“You need to speak to the doctor? May I ask who is calling?”
“No, you can’t. Just put her on the line.”
“She’s in with a client. Would you like to leave a message?”
“I know that she’s drinking coffee in her office, so put me through now.”
I was watching Camilla drink her coffee. It was what she did every morning, and
it had become a routine of mine to watch her through her window. Now I wanted to be in there with her when she did it. I didn’t want to miss her as much as I did, and even though I was tired, I wouldn’t have missed seeing her for anything in the world.
The woman on the phone sounded like she wanted to say something, but she must have thought better of it because she didn’t try to argue with me. It wouldn’t have done her any good anyways. I heard the ringing going through to Camilla’s phone, and I almost melted right there when I heard her voice.
“Hello?”
“Camilla, I need to talk to you. What time can I come in?”
“I’m booked today, Zane.”
“Well, cancel your afternoon. I need to see you.” I hated to hear the desperation in my voice, but I knew that I couldn’t help it. I had to see her.
“Okay, Zane. Come on by after four. That’s when my last client will be gone.”
“I want to see you now!”
Chapter 3 – Camilla
“Zane, you have to keep your voice down. What has gotten into you?”
He seemed really upset, and I couldn’t for the life of me understand why. What was going on with him? When I’d seen him yesterday, he was forceful like always, but now he seemed almost manic. The doctor side of me was concerned, while the side of me that slept with him wondered what could have changed his mood so much. Something had happened.
“I just need to see you. I wanted to call you last night, but I don’t even have your number. So I waited for the office to open. I need to see you, Camilla, and I don’t want to wait any longer. Are you alone now?”
I looked around the office. There wasn’t a soul in there, but I wasn’t prepared for Zane. I was still sore from the last time that I’d seen him, and I wasn’t too enthused about making it worse. Zane was like a strong medicine that you only needed a little bit of. I didn’t need any more of him now, and I certainly couldn’t handle him first thing in the morning. Even this evening would be a stretch for me.
“I have someone in my office now. I have a full day, and I don’t know when I’m going to be able to fit you in.”
“So you have someone in there now, or they are on their way?”
“Um, someone is here now. I really can’t talk, Zane. I’ll call you in a little while.”
I tried to hang up, but he stopped me. “I know that you’re alone, Camilla. I can see you.”
I got this eerie feeling when he said that. Where was he? Could he really see me, or was it just him trying to call my bluff? I was at a loss about what to do. I looked around nervously, like Zane was just going to pop out. When he didn’t, I wanted to know what he meant.
“What are you talking about, Zane? What do you mean you can see me? You can see me right now?” My voice was going up a couple of octaves even though I didn’t want it to. He was freaking me out. I didn’t know if this was another one of his power games, but it was one that I didn’t like.
“I’m just messing with you, Camilla. So you’re alone?”
I didn’t want to admit that I was, but I was still shaken up. I didn’t want to tell him I was alone, but I was sure that he would know it if I was lying to him. What kind of hold did he have over me? “Yes, I’m alone.”
“If you won’t see me now, touch yourself. I want to hear you.”
Now I was really starting to blush. I couldn’t believe that he was talking to me in this way, but I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to let it go. I looked around again, still expecting him to jump out at me at any moment.
“It wasn’t a request, Camilla. Now.”
There was that word again, and the tone that made me jump out of my skin. I don’t know why it was so hard to hear him like that, with the edge to his voice, but it bothered me more than I wanted to think about.
“Zane, I’m at work and it’s nine o’clock in the morning.”
“I bet you’re wet.”
“I’m not.”
“Then check.”
My hands hovered where he wanted me to touch. I didn’t have to touch myself to know that he was right. Every time he talked to me in that way, it was instant wetness. He was handling me like I was his property. I should have been offended. Why wasn’t I offended when he talked to me like that? What the hell was wrong with me that made me want him when he was like this?
“Now, Camilla, or I’ll come to your office and do it myself. You know what will happen if I do that.”
A shiver ran through my whole body and before I could think better of it, I was pulling my skirt up and moving to do what he said. I tried to tell myself that it was because I wanted to, not because he told me to.
I sighed when I made it to my final destination. I was extremely hot and wet. I wanted him badly. Before I could get myself into more trouble, I pulled my hand away.
“So?”
“What?”
“Are you wet, Camilla?”
I wanted to tell him no, to tell him that he was wrong, but I didn’t like thinking about lying to him. “Yes.”
“I want you to touch yourself, Camilla. Get your fingers all wet for me.”
Shocked by what he asked of me, I closed my eyes as my fingers moved back underneath my skirt and panties. I tried to muffle the sound of need that I felt, but it was hard. I wanted him so badly. My mind was in need of more than just a rub.
“Okay.”
“Now push your fingers inside quickly.”
My hand moved of its own accord and I gasped when I did as he said. I was sore from him the day before, and I could feel the walls closing in around my penetration. I couldn’t stop the way it felt and I wanted to explode.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“Do you wish it was me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Stop.”
My eyes flew open and I pulled my hand away, pouting. I didn’t want to stop. He’d gotten me all riled up, and even though I knew it was wrong, I didn’t care. I wanted him badly, and if I couldn’t have him, I was willing to settle for the pleasure of my own ministrations. But to stop wasn’t fair. When I made a sound to that effect he kind of chuckled on the phone.
“You don’t know how good you sound when you’re like this, Camilla. Taste yourself. Lick your fingers for me.”
I paused at the suggestion. I could see that my digits were in fact glistening with my juice. I’d never tasted myself before, but when he said it, I knew that I was going to. He had some hold over me. When I popped my fingers into my mouth, he made a sound on the other end like he could see and taste what I was tasting at that moment.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
I didn’t answer him, but Zane continued. “Just know that I’m going to taste you this afternoon, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, Camilla.”
I nodded my head to no one in particular and tried to temper my body’s response to him. It was hard to do, but something that I knew I must.
“Don’t lie to me again, Camilla. I know everything, and next time I’ll make sure to punish you.”
I told him that I wouldn’t and heard him hang up. I was staring out the window, lost in thought, when I saw a car across the street flick its lights on and take off rather quickly. I had a sinking feeling that it was Zane. He’d been watching me the whole time. What was he doing there? How long had he been sitting there?
Sure that I was just freaking myself out, I called my assistant in and asked her about the call.
“Sorry that I sent it through, Camilla, but that man yelled at me. I figured that he was better mad on the phone than mad in here.”
“Did he say something, something threatening to you?”
“Not really. It was just the way he said everything. Was that one of your patients? Because that man was scary sounding.”
I couldn’t say one way or another, but it occurred to me that he wasn’t just a patient of mine. He was my lover as well. Zane was scary when he wanted to be, and I wasn’t th
e only one who saw it. I didn’t know much about that man other than what I’d learned in the last couple of months. None of it was really more than a need for him that I couldn’t deny and the fact that he’d gotten into some trouble a while back.
Now I wasn’t sure what to think, but the idea of him watching me was enough to completely creep me out. My mind was on him when my first client came in for the day. Like everything else that had been going on lately, I was just going to have to push Zane to the back of my mind. I was there to help people get better, even if I was at a loss for what to do for myself.
For the rest of the day, every time I looked out the window, I was dreading four o’clock when I was supposed to see Zane. Should I confront him with what I knew to be true? And if I did, what would be his reaction? The man’s temper was always something that I liked, how passionate he was about everything, but what I didn’t like was when that anger was pointed at me. If I came to him with what I knew, I had a feeling that I was going to get the full wrath, and I wasn’t prepared for that.
Part 5: Dylan
Dylan is falling deeper and deeper in love with Maya. Even though he knows she’s married, he can’t help it. She’s perfect, and for once he’s not thinking about the wife he lost. Life doesn’t seem to be such a mess and he finally has some hope for the future. Dylan knows that it’s all because of Maya. The only problem is that she belongs to another.
Dr. Camilla Loring is doing her best to get over her own issues while trying to help others. Dylan has been coming into her office for almost two years, since his wife died, and she notices the change in him. He’s happier than she’s seen him in a long time, and she’s curious about the change. It comes as no surprise that he’s found a new love, but she’s not ready for who it is. Maya is a familiar name from another client, and when she puts two and two together, it all starts to make sense. It’s a small world after all.