Used by my Therapist #3
"Alice," Jonathan murmured, his deep baritone dropping to a low, gravelly rasp. He slowly closed the file on his desk, his large hands clenching into fists as if he were physically fighting the urge to reach out and grab her. "You... look very different tonight."
"I wanted a change, Dr. Vance," Alice said, her voice sounding breathless and husky as she walked over to the leather Chesterfield sofa.
Every step caused her leather skirt to slide against her skin, the friction making her pussy throb with a sharp, heavy wave of natural wetness.
She sat down, intentionally crossing one leg over the other, causing her skirt to ride up even higher, exposing the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
Jonathan stood up from his desk. He didn't sit in his usual armchair across from her.
Instead, he walked slowly toward the sofa, his towering, powerful frame cutting a dominant shadow in the low light.
He unbuttoned his suit jacket, resting his hands on his hips as he stood directly in front of her, looking down like a predator evaluating his prey.
"We need to talk about your progress, Alice," Jonathan said, though his eyes were completely fixed on the tantalizing glimpse of her bare breasts shifting beneath the loose green silk.
He leaned down, resting one hand on the back of the sofa, bringing his rugged, stubble-lined face inches from hers.
The heavy, masculine scent of his woody cologne filled her senses, driving her wild.
"You're testing me. You're pushing boundaries that we shouldn't be crossing."
"Am I, Jonathan?" she whispered, boldly dropping the professional title for the first time.
She looked up at him through her long eyelashes, her chest heaving.
The sheer proximity to him was driving her clit into a frenzy; her cotton panties were already completely soaked through with her thick, musky juices.
"Or are you just afraid of what will happen if you finally give in?"
Jonathan let out a low, dangerous growl deep in his throat.
His jaw clenched so hard the muscles ticked beneath his stubble.
"You have no idea what you're playing with, Alice. I am a grown man, and for the last three weeks, all I have thought about is ripping those pretty, proper clothes off your body and finding out just how tight you are."
The explicit admission sent a violent, electric shock straight to Alice's core.
Her mouth fell open slightly, her breath hitching as her nipples poked sharply against the emerald silk, completely visible to him now.
The professional veneer of the office was entirely gone, replaced by a suffocating, heavy cloud of raw sexual tension.
Jonathan didn't touch her yet, but the sheer hunger burning in his dark eyes told her that the slow build-up was officially over.
They were standing on the edge of a cliff, and the fall was going to be absolutely spectacular.
The heavy silence in the office was absolute, broken only by the frantic, uneven rhythm of Alice’s breathing.
Jonathan remained hovering over her, his dark eyes burning with a mixture of professional restraint and raw, unchecked possessiveness.
The scent of his expensive woody cologne mingled with the sudden, intoxicating musk of her own mounting arousal, making the air feel almost too thick to inhale.
"You shouldn't have said that if you didn't mean it, Alice," Jonathan whispered, his deep baritone dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register.
"I meant every word," she breathed back, her hazel eyes locked onto his.
That was the final thread snapped.
Jonathan let out a low, predatory growl and stood up to his full height.
He didn't say another word as he turned on his heel and walked purposefully across the room toward the heavy oak door.
His broad shoulders squared as he reached out, grabbed the brass handle, and turned the deadbolt with a loud, heavy click.
He turned the knob to test it, ensuring they were completely sealed off from the outside world.
Alice’s heart violently leaped into her throat. The sound of that lock turning was the definitive end of her safe, quiet life. She was locked in a dark room with a dominant, thirty-seven-year-old man who wanted nothing more than to ruin her.
Jonathan turned back to face her, already stripping off his midnight-blue suit jacket and tossing it carelessly onto a nearby chair.
He followed it by unbuttoning his charcoal vest, letting it fall to the floor.
As he walked back toward the leather Chesterfield sofa, his large hands moved to his collar, tearing his silk tie off with one fluid motion and throwing it aside.
He began unbuttoning the front of his crisp white dress shirt, exposing the thick, dark hair covering his powerful chest and the hard, sculpted lines of his abdominal muscles.
He looked absolutely monstrous, a towering alpha male completely untethered from his professional decorum.
"Get up," he commanded. The tone was absolute, dripping with an authority that left no room for negotiation.
Alice’s legs shook violently as she pushed herself up from the leather cushions.
Her tight black leather skirt clung to her hips, and her emerald-green silk blouse shifted over her bare breasts, her hard nipples visible beneath the fine fabric.
She stood in front of him, feeling incredibly small, delicate, and entirely at his mercy.
Jonathan didn't waste a single second. He stepped into her personal space, his massive frame completely eclipsing the warm light of the desk lamp. He reached out, his thick, warm hands grabbing her by her waist with a bruising, territorial grip, and yanked her body flush against his.
Alice let out a sharp gasp as her bare breasts slammed into his hard, hairy chest.
The heat radiating from his skin was blinding.
Before she could even process the sensation, Jonathan’s hand slid up to the back of her neck, his thick fingers tangling into her loose chestnut hair, pulling her head back ruthlessly.
He slammed his lips down onto hers.
The kiss was brutal, hungry, and completely dominant.
Jonathan didn't coax her open; he demanded it.
His tongue surged deep into her mouth, thick and wet, tasting of dark espresso and pure masculinity.
Alice let out a muffled whimper against his mouth, her mind completely fracturing as a violent jolt of electricity shot straight down to her dripping crotch.
She had never been kissed like this—never been taken with such savage, absolute certainty.
She wrapped her slender arms around his thick neck, arching her body into his as she kissed him back with a ravenous desperation.
She sucked on his tongue, her small whimpers filling the quiet room as Jonathan groaned deeply into her throat, his large hands sliding down to her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh through the leather skirt to press her pelvis hard against his.
Through the fabric of his trousers, Alice could feel a massive, rock-hard ridge pressing directly against her lower belly.
Jonathan was entirely rigid, his thick cock pulsing with raw heat as he devoured her mouth.
He tasted her deeply, his thumbs rubbing the sides of her jaw as he tilted her head to find a deeper, meaner angle, thoroughly driving the shy girl out of her mind.
When he finally pulled back to breathe, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips in the dim amber light. Jonathan’s dark eyes were wild, his chest heaving as he stared down at her flushed, ruined face.
"You're shaking, Alice," he growled softly, his thumb sweeping across her swollen, wet lower lip. "Are you scared?"
"Yes," she whispered honestly, her eyes wide and dilated as she looked up at him. "But please... please don't stop."
Jonathan smiled, a dark, handsome expression full of predatory satisfaction.
He wrapped his large hand around her upper arm and guided her backward until the back of her thighs hit the hard edge of his massive mahogany desk.
He swiped his arm across the surface, carelessly scattering folders, pens, and his leather notebook to the floor with a loud clatter, clearing the space completely.
"I'm not going to stop," Jonathan murmured, his hands moving to the top buttons of her green silk blouse. "I am going to thoroughly break you open right here."
The mahogany desk was cold against the backs of Alice’s bare thighs, but the contrast only made the burning heat of Jonathan’s body feel more intense.
He stood between her legs, his powerful frame blocking out the rest of the office as his large hands ripped open the remaining buttons of her emerald green silk blouse.
The fabric parted with a soft rustle, exposing her completely bare chest to his heavy, dark gaze.
"Beautiful," Jonathan growled, his deep voice thick with a sudden, heavy hunger. "Look at you. No bra, just waiting for me."
He cupped her full, supple breasts in his massive hands, his calloused palms rubbing against her soft skin. He squeezed them aggressively, lifting their weight before his thumbs caught her nipples, pinching and twisting the erect, dark pink peaks.
"Ah! Jonathan!" Alice shrieked out, her back arching off the desk, her fingers clawing at the polished wood behind her. A sharp, agonizingly perfect jolt of pure pleasure shot from her breasts straight down to her crotch.
Jonathan didn't give her a second to recover.
He leaned down, burying his face in her chest, and took one swollen nipple deep into his mouth.
He sucked on her ruthlessly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud while his teeth lightly grazed the base.
Alice let out a series of broken, breathless whimpers, her head tossing from side to side on the desk.
While his mouth devoured her chest, his hands moved down to the waistband of her black leather pencil skirt.
He unzipped it with a sharp metallic slide and dragged it down her hips, along with her tiny cotton panties.
He tossed the clothes carelessly onto the floor, leaving Alice completely naked from the waist down, her slender legs spread wide on the edge of his desk.