Chapter Twenty-Six
Maya
“Bend over the kitchen counter,” the masked man growls in my ear.
I haven’t really seen him since Friday night’s literal run-in.
He brought the dogs out Saturday morning, and then he drove me to collect my car Saturday night once it was dark enough for him to wear his mask without being pulled over by a cop.
I was with my family on Sunday, and I had a training course after work yesterday.
My skin has been crawling with the need to get close to him again. With how much I’ve missed him.
He came over last night, took the dogs out, then made me dinner while I was at the course.
The gesture of cooking for me and cleaning up after himself was heartwarming in a way I can’t explain.
I felt cared for and loved. Which makes no sense.
He put me to bed after I ate and didn’t initiate sex, so the flip back to dominance this morning has me on edge and desperate already. But I can’t stay.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” he snarls when I hesitate to respond to him. “Bend over the kitchen counter.”
“I have to go to work. I can’t.”
“This will only take a couple of minutes. Bend. Now.”
A thrill goes through me, and anticipation skitters up my spine at the thought of what he has in store for me.
My knees are unsteady as I walk to the counter and lean forward.
He steps behind me, his warm hands caressing the sides of my hips over my dress before running up my spine and back down again slowly.
“I’m going to slide this dress up and take your panties off,” he whispers, his breath hot on the back of my neck.
“Then I’m going to eat your pussy and ass until you’re on the edge, ready to fall apart for me.
I have a couple of toys I’m going to place inside you, and you’re going to leave them there all day.
You do not have permission to remove them.
You do not have permission to come until you are with me again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, clutching the edge of the counter to hold myself up when my knees inevitably buckle.
He drops to his knees behind me, and then his hot mouth is on my pussy. He sweeps his tongue over my clit, along my entrance, and up to my asshole, probing me with his tongue and eliciting full-body shivers. I moan when his mouth moves back to my clit and he grazes me with his teeth.
“Sir, I need to…” I cry out after only a couple of minutes.
“I’m going to come.” I squeeze the counter, arching my back and trying to stop myself from coming.
Trying to focus on anything other than the pleasure coursing through my body.
And at the exact moment I think I can’t last a second longer, he withdraws his tongue from me, leaving me wanting, trembling, and gasping for air.
“Don’t move.”
I breathe hard, resisting the urge to touch myself and finish what he started.
I’m so on edge. So desperately in need. And then he’s back.
He spits on my hole before pressing a toy against the entrance to my ass.
The smooth plug stretches me at first as it pushes through the tight ring of muscles at my entrance, but then it settles snugly inside me.
Next, he inserts another, larger toy inside my pussy, which has me mewling and whimpering.
He steps back from me, and I remain still as he admires my stretched holes.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, jostling the toys and sending pleasure shooting through me. “I’m going to take a picture. I need to always remember this sight.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say with a moan. This is so intense, and I have never wanted to defy him more. Never wanted so badly to make myself come even though it would mean him punishing me for it.
“Good girl,” he whispers before pulling up my panties again. “Stand up.”
I follow his instructions, clenching as the foreign weight of keeping the toys inside me settles. I won’t be able to move without being aware of them.
“I can’t keep them in all day. I’ll need to use the restroom.”
“You may take them out if needed as long as you put them back in again immediately afterward. Absolutely no orgasms until you are in my presence again. Do I make myself clear, Kitten?”
His voice is stern and unforgiving. I swallow at the severity, and while the words are simple, they carry the weight of unspoken consequences, a judgment hanging heavy in the air. The notion of disappointing him is unbearable.
Because no matter how much the not knowing messes with my head, I can’t deny what he does to my body.
“Yes, Sir,” I respond.
He leans forward, and just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he moves his mouth to my ear. “I won’t kiss you goodbye after burying my tongue in your ass but know that I’ll be just as desperate for you all day. Don’t disappoint me, Kitten.”
Well, fuck.
Eight hours later, I decide firmly that I am never doing this again. I don’t care if I disappoint him. No, that’s not actually true. I could have removed the toys and left them out until after my last patient of the day, but I didn’t.
I almost forget about them when I’m in a session. I go into my professional zone, and the outside world fades away. Or at least it has up until now. Because now that I’m about to bring my last patient for the day in—a patient I am more than attracted to—I absolutely can’t forget.
No, there’s no way I can sit in a room across from Ryan Rivera with my pussy and ass plugged. I open my door to head to the bathroom, but there he is. He gives me a predatory smile, and before I can stop him, he walks straight inside.
“Oh, uh, I was just going to...”
He looks back at me with a raised eyebrow when I trail off, and now I don’t want to disappoint him either. And what am I actually going to do with the toys when I take them out?
“Are you okay, Maya?” he asks. “You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine,” I say, closing the door and slowly walking to my seat while clenching my pelvic floor muscles. This will be fine. Once I sit down, I’ll be able to forget about them. I can do this. I am in control.
“So, Ryan, as I mentioned when we last saw each other, I wanted to review things today. How your sessions have been going, progress, and next steps.”
I need to refer him out. This will be a difficult conversation, but I can’t continue to be his therapist while thinking about him the way I do.
Ryan nods but doesn’t say anything. He sits with his legs stretched out and his hands in his pockets. He’s somehow a combination of relaxed and intense.
“I—” My voice is cut off when the plug in my ass starts a slow vibration.
“Yes?” he asks as I fake a cough to hide the moan that nearly escapes my mouth.
Then the toy in my pussy starts vibrating too, pulsing as if it’s moving in and out. Oh fuck. This can’t be happening.
“I… um, I think… Would you excuse me… for just a moment,” I say as the vibrations in my ass intensify and heat begins to build in my gut.
“What’s that noise?” Ryan asks, and I think I just died inside.
I swallow and try to act unfazed, as if I’m not feeling anything. As if every nerve ending isn’t alight with pleasure. “I’m, uh, it’s probably just a phone in another room.”
“No, that’s not it. Is it coming from you? Do you need to get that?”
“No!” I cry. “I’m sorry, I need to… I’ll just be a minute.”
I push to a stand, but the vibrations and pulsing motions build to an unbearable tempo. I grab the back of my chair to stop my knees from buckling, and then Ryan’s arms are there, catching me, not letting me fall.
“I think you need to lie down,” he says as I bite my lip to hold in my moans.
I shake my head and go to move again, but he holds me tighter. Sparks of electricity thrum over my skin, and the dichotomy of pleasure mixed with unbridled fear has me shaking.
“Ryan,” I groan, pushing him away without putting my strength into it. He doesn’t move. Sweat beads on my temples at trying to hold back from coming right here in my patient’s arms. I’m failing.
“Or maybe you need something else?” he whispers, his voice filled with a dark taunt. I squeeze my eyes shut as the pleasure intensifies. Sweat rolls down my spine as I force myself to resist the need to come. He’s my patient. I can’t do this.
Yes, you can, that voice in my head snarls. Give in.
“I need...”
“Yes?” he asks, his hand moving to my jaw. “Tell me what you need. Let me give it to you.”
I can’t hold back the moan anymore.
“I need you to leave,” I say. “I’m not well. I… I’m sick. I…” My eyes roll back as another wave of pleasure passes over me.
“Can I help?”
“No!” I practically shout, then wince because this isn’t his fault. Why the hell did I agree to this? “Please, can you reschedule with Charlotte? I need to… I can’t continue.”
A look of disappointment mars his handsome face, and guilt mixes with everything else I’m feeling. Then the vibrations stop completely, and my body slumps, the sweat coating my skin turning cold. “I’m so sorry. Charlotte will reschedule you.”
Ryan nods and tells me to feel better before leaving the office, and I collapse back into my chair. The weight of shame presses down on me, and tears prick my eyes. Do I want to belong so much that I’m willing to sacrifice my career and give up my professionalism?
Absolutely not.
And why the hell did my masked man put me in this position? He knows how important my job is to me. Oh God, I hope Ryan believed I was physically sick and not just sick in the head.
I need order.
I can’t defer my power to another. Not when he won’t respect that I cannot let a patient see me like that. Especially not a patient who is undeniably the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life. Someone I was about an inch away from begging to fuck me.
I’ll refer Ryan out at our next session. I can’t ever be in this situation again.