A heavy weight settled in my chest. She was right, but I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t already too attached. If I slept with him, would I be able to keep my heart intact?
“Yes. I know.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
“How about you, girl? Have you met anyone interesting enough yet?” I asked her, alluding to her equally uneventful love life.
Just like Claire and me, Alison was single and couldn’t find the right guy for her. She claimed that all the guys she’d met so far were boring and wouldn’t know where a vagina was even if their life depended on it.
“Yeah, right. It’s more likely that I would end on Mars than find someone.”
“Never lose hope!”
“Now you sound just like Claire! She’s always so optimistic and bubbly.”
“Someone has to be. Especially when you spit fire.”
“I do not spit fire!”
My chuckles turned into fits of laughter. “Yes, you do.”
Several minutes later, we ended the call, but I wasn’t any closer to solving my dilemma. Was I strong enough to resist Daniel after I slept with him?
I took off my clothes, staying in my shirt and panties only, and dragged myself to my bed, too anxious after all this thinking about Daniel. I needed some relief. I needed Daniel to give it to me.
I closed my eyes and imagined all the things I wanted Daniel to do to me. I moved my hand beneath my shirt and cupped my breast, meeting my hardened nipple. I wanted him to suck it. I wanted him to play with my breasts before he went down on me...
My other hand found its way over my stomach and into my panties, which were already wet, my arousal dripping out of my pussy continuously. My fingers flickered my swollen nub that begged for attention, and I imagined Daniel’s mouth on it. He would suck it hard while he fingered my pussy, and it would be oh so good...
“Daniel,” I moaned and bucked my hips on my bed, shuddering from the intensity of the rising pleasure. “Daniel, fuck me.”
My fantasy unfolded, becoming too real for me.
He ripped off my panties and came in between my legs, his cock huge and pulsating. He thrust into me at once, giving me what I wanted for so long. My pussy wrapped around him tightly, pulling him further inside, and he started pumping me.
“Yes, Daniel!”
I brought my other hand inside my underwear and pushed two fingers deep into my wet hole. I stimulated my clit and fingered myself at the same time, on the verge of an explosive orgasm. I was going to come really hard, and it would be all thanks to him...
He was fucking me fast now, and I couldn’t breathe anymore... He was in too deep... I would come any moment...
“Daniel!” I screamed and convulsed violently when my orgasm rushed through me, leaving me breathless and dazed.
“Damn. This was something else,” I muttered after a while, trying to catch my breath.
I didn’t remember the last time I’d been this horny. I sat up and removed my hands from my sensitive mound. I’d thought this orgasm would help me douse my lust for him, but it only made it stronger. I wanted him so much, and I couldn’t fight against it anymore. I couldn’t resist him after all.
I was going to sleep with him, but I needed to end our professional relationship first. I just hoped I was strong enough to walk away after everything was said and done because I would lose my appeal once he had me, which would definitely lead to a broken heart if I was foolish enough to feel something for him.
So I mustn’t forget that this was just sex and nothing more.
Chapter 6
I was taken aback when, one week later, Daniel called me for another appointment. Since I hadn’t heard from him at all since our heated kiss, I’d thought he wouldn’t come back anymore. So, when he called me and scheduled the appointment for that day, I was relieved and overjoyed at the same time. He didn’t quit. He was going to continue his therapy.
However, this could mean that he didn’t want sex with me anymore, and if that was the case, I had no idea what to do.
I checked my face in my compact mirror to see if my makeup was in place. Today I dressed in a dress that was more appropriate for a bar than the office, but I toned it down with a blazer that I’d buttoned up, so it hid the low neckline of my dress that showed my breasts.
The knocks on my door interrupted my reverie, adding to my uncommon nervousness. “Come in.”
My heart started pounding in my chest when he entered in all his glory—clean-shaven, and in a black business suit that I desperately wanted to take off so I could see his gorgeous body.
“Hello, Daniel.” I was surprised at how calm my voice sounded when I was anything but.
“Hello, Marissa.” His eyes held mine, trapping me instantly. “It’s good to see you again.”
His smooth voice sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and my mound warmed, reminding me of how much I wanted him to be deep inside of me.
“Please, take a seat.” I waited for him to sit across from me before I gave him my usual professional smile. “I’m glad that you decided to continue with your therapy.”
“I don’t want to let what happened the last time between us ruin what we have.”
What we have. “What we have?”
“A successful client-therapist relationship.”
Right. Did this mean that he wasn’t interested in me anymore?
“It’s good to hear that,” I replied in lack of anything better to say. What was happening to me? Why was I tongue-tied in his presence now? Me—who was always composed and able to deal with all kinds of situations.
“Look. I wanted to apologize for how I reacted the last time. That was uncalled for.”
I was astonished that he actually apologized for that. “Yes, it was.”
“You were right. You’re my therapist and sex would complicate everything.” His half-smile was bitter. “It’s ironic, considering that I’m a sex addict.”
He wasn’t the first client who’d hit on me, but so far I’d never taken it personally. I was good-looking and listened to them, so they were naturally attracted to me. However, a major part of me wanted Daniel’s attention to be real. I wanted him to want me because of me, not because he had to feed his addiction.
How bad was I to actually plan on sleeping with him, knowing it went against my principles and could make his condition worse? Strangely enough, I didn’t care about that.
“I’ll be direct with you, Daniel. You’re not the first client who wanted to turn the professional relationship into something more intimate.”
His hands clenched on the armrests, his jaw visibly tightened. “Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Did you sleep with them?” His voice was thick with tension, giving me another indication that he didn’t want me sleeping with other guys.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I didn’t sleep with them. I don’t sleep with my clients, Mr. Chisolm.”
He smirked, immediately picking up on the way I addressed him. “Oh, so we’re not on a first name basis anymore?” his voice was laced with sarcasm. “Did you want to sleep with them?”
I glowered at him, offended that he actually considered me to be that type of person. “I don’t deserve your insults. I deserve respect, so if you can’t act like a civilized person, you should leave my office.”
He looked away, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Fuck. I keep screwing up.” He brought his remorseful gaze back to me. “I’m sorry, Marissa. It’s just that I’m so jealous.”
“Jealous? Why?”
“You don’t want to make this easy for me, do you?”
I gave him a half-smile. “Where is the fun in that?”
“That’s true.” His eyes flashed with desire, a mischievous smile playing across his lips. “I’m jealous because I want you. I want you so much. Somehow, with you, it’s much more than lust. Whenever I think about you being with other guys, it bothers me. It bother
s me a lot.”
His unexpected honesty doubled my heart rate, and for a moment there, I thought I understood him wrong. He’d actually admitted to me that he was jealous of other guys?
I put my elbows on my desk and leaned toward him, wanting to get to the bottom of this. “So what you’re saying is that you actually feel something for me?”
He slid his hand down his face, which was another sign of his frustration. “I don’t know. I’m confused. I just know that I can hardly sit here and pretend you’re nothing more to me than a therapist. I don’t want to fuck up and lose you as my therapist because you’re damn good at what you do, but this is stronger than me.”
My pussy was getting hotter, urging me to close the distance between us and finally fuck him. His words pushed away my reason, making my lust for him grow stronger with each second. I’d kept my feelings suppressed for too long, and now that we’d finally reached this point, I needed to be honest with him.
“I want you too,” I admitted to him barely audibly, giving up on pretending. “I want you so much, Daniel, but I can’t see you professionally anymore. I’m attracted to you, and if we’re going to have sex, we’ll have to quit our professional relationship.”
“I knew you would say something like that. The thing is—I don’t want to lose you as my therapist because I feel as if the therapy helps me.”
“I feel the same, Daniel, and I would want nothing more than to continue working with you, but we can’t do that. I can’t do that. We can’t mix work and pleasure together. If this means anything to you, I can recommend you someone else who can work with you. That is, if you wish to continue with your therapy. I know some good sexologists who are as good as me or even better. So what is it going to be?”
“I don’t even need to think about it. I want you so badly, and I’m done trying to ignore it.” He stood up, loosening his tie. “Okay. We will stop seeing each other as a client and a therapist. Are we done talking now?” He already moved around my desk, reaching me in two quick strides. “I want to fuck you.”
He didn’t even allow me to answer, slamming his lips on mine when he pulled me up from my chair. He pushed me against the wall and held me in place with his hand on my waist as his other hand went underneath my blazer. I moaned into his mouth when he cupped my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple. I was so ready for this. Every nerve in my body responded, awakening to the sudden burst of pleasure in me.
“No bra? Fuck, Marissa. What are you doing to me?” he growled and buried his head into my neck, pushing his other hand under my blazer and cupping my other breast.
“Daniel. Oh God.”
I was already completely wet, holding his head tightly as he played with my breasts. His lips did wonders to my sensitive skin, traveling all over my neck and collarbones before he moved away to look at me with his lustful eyes.
“I need to see your tits.” He pulled off my blazer and tugged the upper part of my dress down, threatening to rip it apart. My breasts bounced out, completely exposed to his fervid eyes. The way he looked at them made it impossible for me to breathe. “Fuck me, Marissa. You’re so perfect.”
His thumbs grazed my big, brown nipples, making them even harder, and I pushed my mound against his rigid cock.
“I need you inside of me.”
“Be patient.”
He enclosed his hot mouth around my nipple, sucking on it, and everything in me spasmed with pleasure. He rubbed my other nipple with his palm, his intense stimulations making me dizzy, and I pushed myself against him again.
He pulled the hem of my dress up and moved his hand inside my red lace undies, sliding his deft fingers through my wet folds.
“Look at you. You’re already wet for me.”
“Daniel... That is so good. Yes. Touch me.”
“Mmm.” He thrust two fingers into me, making me cry out when the burst of pleasure rocked my body. “You’re so tight. I love it.”
“Please, Daniel...”
“Please what?”
“Do something...”
“You want to come, sweetie?”
“Yes...”
“Say it. Say you want me to make you come.”
“Make me come, Daniel. Please, make me come.”
“With pleasure.”
He pushed another finger inside of me, stretching me widely, and I screamed, forgetting that we were in my office and someone could hear us.
He clamped my hand over my mouth. “Now, that won’t do. Stay quiet.” He removed his hand after I nodded and brought it back to my breast, continuing to play with my sensitive nipple.
He fingered me relentlessly, creating spurts of juices that soaked my underwear. His thumb moved over my clit, rubbing it just the right way, and I was already so close...
“I’ll come, Daniel. Please... Ah... Right there...”
I thrashed my head against the wall as he moved his fingers faster, bringing me closer and closer to my much-needed release.
“Yes! Daniel!”
I came hard, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream through my release, and held onto him like my life depended on it. The waves of the most exquisite pleasure washed over me, stronger than anything I’d experienced when I touched myself imagining him.
“You’re so hot when you come like this. So damn hot.”
He claimed my lips once more, his tongue delving into my mouth with an urgency that added to my arousal before he picked me up.
“I’m not done with you,” his husky voice made me shiver, his almost black eyes swallowing me whole.
I ended on my desk with him in between my legs before he pulled off my dress and left me only in panties and high heels. His gaze went down my body slowly, checking every inch of me, and I relished in his attention.
“So sexy,” he muttered and slid my panties down my legs. His eyes grew impossibly darker when they landed on my shaved mound, and his breathing grew faster, matching mine. “You’re perfect, Marissa.” He knelt and brought his mouth to my pulsating core.
“But, I’m sensitive—”
“Shhh. Relax.”
Pressing his mouth on my clit, he pushed two fingers into my hole. I threw my head back and pressed my hand against my mouth, moaning when he started eating me. Oh my God... It felt too good!
He switched between sucking and licking time and again, creating a powerful build-up that promised to erupt into an even stronger orgasm. His fingers owned me as his tongue danced across my labia and clit, and I was so close to bursting...
“Daniel... Oh,God… What are you doing? It’s so good...”
I started grinding against his face, unable to contain myself and screamed when I came so close to climaxing... He was sucking my clit harder now, and I couldn’t bear it anymore...
“Ah! Yes!”
I pressed myself against his face the moment I began orgasming, repeating his name in delirium. My orgasm was so strong that my vision actually blurred for a moment, the flashes of white appearing in front of my eyes as I was thrown into an ecstatic haze.
“So tasty,” he said and licked his lips. “Look what you do to me.”
He took off his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, revealing his raging hard-on to me. My pussy contracted in response to his sexy cock. He was thick and long, beautifully shaped, and I wanted to put it into my mouth.
I slid off my desk and went to my knees. “I want to touch you,” I told him, looking him right in the eyes.
“Do it.”
His dick was hot. I couldn’t fully wrap my fingers around him since he was extremely thick, and I was impatient to have such a huge cock inside of me. His precum oozed out of his tip, and I collected it greedily with my tongue.
He hissed, grabbing my head, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Marissa.”
I swallowed it. “Mmm, I like how you taste.”
He let a long groan out. “Fuck. Suck me. Suck me hard.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I took his cock into my m
outh, wondering if I was able to get the whole length inside. It was impossible, since he was so long, and I barely took two-thirds of it. He didn’t seem to mind it, though, since he started moving immediately, urging me to suck him.
His moans and grunts as I pleasured him were the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. I quickened my pace, squeezing his sac with my other hand at the same time, which he particularly liked. I could feel tension building in him, which meant he was getting closer. His breathing turned ragged.
He watched me as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, a concoction of awe, disbelief, and need coloring his eyes. “Damn. I can’t believe this. This is so amazing. Keep doing it, babe. Don’t stop.”
His eyes rolled to the back of his head when I began sucking him even harder, his whole body trembling. His juices were now permeating my throat, allowing me to taste just how much he enjoyed what I was doing.
“I can’t believe this,” he repeated. “I’m actually feeling this.”
He took me by surprise when he pulled me up to my feet and pushed me against my desk with my back turned to him.
“I need to fuck you right now. I need to feel what it’s like inside of you.” He grabbed a condom out of his pants back pocket and sheathed his cock. “Finally.” His hands held my hips in place as he positioned himself behind me, his cock sliding up and down my mound.
“Daniel!”
He plunged deep into me, filling me completely, and it was more intense than I’d ever imagined it to be. My pussy hugged his big cock firmly, pushing him deeper inside, which spurred him to move right away.
“Damn. You feel so damn good. I can’t believe it.”
He palmed my breast with one hand as he held my other hip with the other, pushing into me fast and hard. It was difficult for me to stay silent, wanting to scream from the intensity of the pleasure he was giving me, thinking I wasn’t going to stand this for so long. It was unbelievably good, his cock pushing through my wet walls rapidly, as the overwhelming sensations overcame me.
“Daniel!”
My pussy clenched his cock as I orgasmed, and I lost myself in him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me flush against him, never stopping his relentless rhythm.
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