The Therapist Page 2

  “Faster.”

  At the breathy order from Fawn, Rae complied. Her hand drew back and drove back in, and the whimper she received told that Fawn approved. She drew out and back in again, her arm flexing as she quickly found a flow that had her palm slapping against Fawn’s crotch each time she thrust into her. Her own breaths soon coming faster as she watched where Fawn’s fingers danced in a frantic fashion across her clitoris.

  Opposite them, Ms Ness clenched her hands in her lap. The knuckles whitening. Her entire body rigidly tense, as though she worried a single movement might make the mirage of her fantasies disappear.

  A long drone of a cry came from Fawn. Her fingers worked faster, harder, over her swollen peak. Rae’s fingers slammed faster, harder into her.

  At the pinnacle of climax, a sharp gasp blasted from Fawn and her body arched backward, her breasts thrusting up against the air, but her fingers continued strumming, Rae continued pounding into her, and as a wail announced her orgasm, her legs contracted, cum spilled from her cunt, and she shot out a hand to steady Rae’s movements.

  Chest heaving, she relaxed her spine, the muscles throughout her body visibly softening against the mattress. With a tug, she pulled Rae down to her, the hand she slipped into those dark strands bringing Rae’s mouth to her own, and they kissed. Long and slow. Sensual and lazy. Their lips sliding across each other’s. Melding into each other’s. Fawn’s tongue licking out as Rae drew away and turned toward Ms Ness.

  Showtime.

  Their movements languid, the two women rolled up from the bed, their approach toward the seated client almost as lazy. Bending down had Rae’s breasts swaying forward, and she reached for a hand and drew Ms Ness to her feet.

  Slipping behind the client, Fawn brought her hands around and worked the tie of the robe she wore. Freeing it set the robe swinging open, displaying the tanned skin beneath, and Ms Ness’s breasts trembled as their peaked nipples broke out of their confines.

  Leaning in, Rae drew one of those stiff buds into her mouth, while Fawn slipped the robe from the client’s shoulders. Switching screens, Chase watched how Ms Ness leaned into the caress. How her hand half lifted. Her fingers half curled. As if she wanted more but lacked the confidence for the request.

  Taking her hand once more, Rae walked back and led Ms Ness with her. As her legs bumped the foot of the bed, she sank down and kicked back. Shuffled her butt over the blankets. Spreading her thighs wide created a gap, and she patted the bed between them. An invitation.

  “Sit,” Rae said, as if to eliminate doubt from the offer.

  Ms Ness hesitated less than a second before spinning herself and parking her ass between Rae’s legs. Rae’s arms slipped around her waist as soon as she had, and she drew the other woman against her chest. Reached down farther and nudged at her thighs, until Ms Ness took the hint and parted them as far as Rae’s own legs would allow.

  Lifting her gaze, the client stared up at Fawn, questions in her eyes. What am I doing here? What the hell’s going to happen?

  Will I enjoy it as much as I hope?

  Taking hold of the client’s left leg, Fawn stretched it wider and hooked it over Rae’s knee. She did the same with the other leg, before dropping to the carpet in front of the exposed crotch.

  A quick flick of a switch gave Chase an angle his main cameras couldn’t catch, and yeah. As he’d suspected. The client’s pussy sparkled with want.

  Sticking with that angle, he watched as Fawn gripped hold beneath Ms Ness’s thighs and tugged her forward until her ass hit the bed’s edge. As if to test the reception, she brushed just her fingertips over the spilled wetness, and the client gave a quiet gasp, the sound forced like she’d held her breath for moments before it broke free.

  Not bothering with any more preliminaries, Fawn dipped her head between the client’s thighs and gave a long lick of her tongue over the glossy folds, before clamping her lips right over the clitoris in a way that had the client jerking against Rae.

  Lifting her head only slightly, Fawn peered up at her. “You like?”

  Ms Ness nodded. “Yes. Yes, I like.”

  Not another word needed, Fawn dived right back down and wrapped her mouth over the client’s cunt.

  Body sagging, almost in relief, Ms Ness let her head fall back, and Rae guided it to her shoulder, propping it there as her hand swept over the client’s stomach, down lower, until she toyed where Fawn licked. As she feathered back over skin that had definitely been kissed by the sun, she detoured to a breast. Cupping it with a hand, she plucked at the hard nipple, and Ms Ness gave a low groan, arching up into the touch.

  With Fawn lapping and suckling at her cunt, Rae stroking and teasing her flesh, it didn’t take long for an already aroused Ms Ness to sink back against the supporting body completely. Head tipping to the side, she lazily reached up an arm and circled Rae’s neck, drawing her lips down to her exposed throat. Giving a low grumble of satisfaction when Rae accepted the direction and sucked the skin there into her mouth. Her other hand, she allowed to creep the length of her body until her fingers brushed over Fawn’s head and tangled in the looser strands at her crown, as she guided the other woman into the pattern of tonguing she obviously craved.

  And any doubts Chase might have had about her full participation vanished in a beat.

  Eyes drooped to half mast, lips almost swollen around the low moans drifting out between them, and her body undulating toward the caresses of the two women, Ms Ness couldn’t have looked more contented. More at home. Like she’d finally found exactly what she’d been seeking and was only too happy to drown in the erotic reality of her fantasies.

  Hell, it was a sight to watch. An honour to be able to watch. Because even though her face twisted with the concentration of female climax, even though her body contorted itself against Fawn’s willing face, his client shone bright like a woman experiencing the best fucking moment of her life.

  Chase knew when she drew close by the tightening of the muscles through her legs as her knees lifted and her toes flexed and her moans of pleasure deepened. As though she didn’t want to break that spell, Rae quit with her explorations of her body and brought her hand to Ms Ness’s breast. Gently rolled her nipple between her fingers before giving a slight tug. Repeated the movement. Growing faster.

  And the client’s entire body seemed to dance to her orgasm. Her hips rocked against Fawn’s mouth. Her body bowed her breasts high into the air. Her hands slammed down to her sides and gripped at the bedding. Twisting the sheets into a knotted mess as her cries blasted through the speakers into the small room with Chase.

  It had taken less than three minutes for Ms Ness to splash Fawn’s face with cum.

  For seconds following, she stayed there, supported by Rae, her eyes closed as her chest pumped high and low with her breaths. Lips gently nuzzling at the woman’s jawline, Rae trailed her fingertips over her flesh in lazy circles, while Fawn pressed soft kisses along her inner thighs.

  “More,” she finally whispered, the request barely audibly over her breathing. “Let me give something in return.”

  Opening her eyes, she twisted in Rae’s lap and pushed at her chest until Rae settled into her back. Ms Ness rolled onto her knees and hooked an arm beneath Rae’s thighs. Encouraged her to move higher up the bed.

  “Okay?” Rae asked, peering down at the woman.

  Nodding, the woman swept her hair back from her shoulders and dipped her face to Rae’s pussy. She gave only a few licks of her tongue to begin. As if unsure. As if testing what Rae liked, what she herself liked, but when Rae released a sigh, she lapped harder, delved deeper between the fleshy folds on offer with the stiff tip of her tongue.

  The hesitation Chase had expected didn’t show its face. Hell, even a lot of guys got intimidated about going down on a woman for the first time, but his client had dived right in there like she couldn’t fucking wait to sample the goods.

  Score for Ms Ness.

  Wrapping an arm around each of Rae’s hi
ps, she slid her knees backward, until her body arced into where she tasted and her ass prodded high into the air. An invitation, if ever Chase had seen one.

  Rather than give it to her as she seemed to want it, Fawn took hold of the client’s hips and tugged her sideways. Lifting her face from Rae’s crotch, she glanced back over her shoulder, as Fawn forced her onto her side. Frowned when she was pushed down onto the bed and onto her back. Reaching over, Fawn offered a hand to Rae and helped her to her knees, and as his assistant shuffled over the blanket toward where Ms Ness peered up at her, Chase had to wonder how the woman would cope with what he suspected they had in mind.

  Again, though, she didn’t flinch. Not once—as Rae brought those knees forward until either side of the client’s head. As she leaned over Ms Ness’s body and braced a hand beside her torso. As Rae lowered her cunt down to her face.

  Stretching back and gripping Rae’s hip, the woman drew her down closer and, opening her mouth wide, accepted the awaiting pussy between her lips.

  Rae let out a sigh, her lids half lowering with that first pull on her sensitive nub.

  Facing them both, Fawn lifted one of the client’s leg and hooked it over her own, and she worked herself tighter into the junction of the woman’s legs until their legs scissored each other’s and their cunts met. Bracing herself on an elbow, she began a slow undulation of her hips, brushing her pussy across Ms Ness’s, her clit across the solid tendon of the client’s inner thigh.

  A muffled moan came from between Rae’s thighs, and it took only seconds for the woman’s hips to start rocking in response to the pussy working at her folds. For her to bring her thighs in closer and hug the leg she brushed her clitoris against in search of joy.

  For seconds, Chase watched them. Just observed. No analysis. He always found so much beauty in pleasure, whether that of his own or others, and he couldn’t help but admire how sex performed in a way that was never truly intended could work so fucking well.

  From a simple missionary position between man and woman, to orgies that debased and explored avenues never meant for sexual stimulation while offering arousal in its higher forms. The true evolution of man.

  With her pussy being swallowed, her fist digging into the bed for support, Rae fondled the breasts the client pushed up toward her. Tugged at the stiff nipples as she ground her own hips, gave her own moans of pleasure.

  With her face wholly occupied, her throat bobbing as she swallowed like crazy, Ms Ness grabbed at her other breast, tweaking and twisting, adding to her own pleasure as she fucked the hell out of Fawn’s inner thigh.

  Fingertips digging into the soft flesh of the client’s hip, Fawn forced her to remain where she needed her as she stimulated herself against the ridge of the high junction, as her hips thrust forward and rolled back, as the wet sounds of two happy cunts colliding spilled out.

  Absolutely. Fucking. Beautiful. A few more minutes, and there’d be a trifecta of fucking ecstasy.

  With his cock as rock solid as it always got during a session, Chase shifted on his seat, unbuttoned his flies to let himself breath, and settled in for the rest of the show.

  ***

  Below Chase’s office, a narrowboat created ripples through the River Thames as he took a much-needed break. Hands in pockets, he pressed his forehead to the window, the density of the glass preventing him hearing the engine of the vessel as it chugged away from the city.

  He closed his eyes against the view, breathed in long and slow, his exhale just as regulated, and willed the remainder of his stiffy to take an epic walk in the other direction.

  Mr and Mrs Miller had left from their latest appointment almost fifteen minutes earlier. His dick didn’t run on any timescale but its own, though. Especially when Mr Miller had come in prepared for his attempt at communicating to his wife. Prepared with cuffs and feathers and body oil. And he’d shown his wife exactly what he’d wanted to do with them.

  Chase would never have guessed the guy had it in him. The session had certainly left him shocked as hell.

  Hard as hell, too.

  Hence the need to calm his cock the fuck down.

  The door to his office clicked open behind him, the quiet tap of heels coming no closer than the threshold. “You okay?”

  Smiling, he pushed off from the window and turned toward Raelyn. “Peachy. What’s up?” He knew he didn’t have another appointment for at least twenty minutes yet.

  “I need the bathroom.” She jerked her head toward the reception behind her. “Watch the desk for me?”

  Chase strode across the office toward the door she held open, already looking around her into the empty space. “Where’s Sam?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I already told you, Walker. She finally gave in and booked an eye test. Remember?”

  He may have had a vague memory of her saying something to that effect. Himself saying something like ‘Good—about bloody time.’.

  Grunting, he stepped around her into the fronting of C.W. Consult. “Go, then, while it’s quiet.”

  Leaving the door of his office open, she took that route through to the staff’s private area of the floor. An area equipped with lockers. A bathroom and shower. Viewing screens of most areas of the offices.

  It also led to Chase’s secret Toy Box he hadn’t bothered to fill since he’d sent his last ‘toy’ home.

  Cricking his neck, like that could banish his urge to give in to those particular needs, he made a lazy walk to the desk Rae and Sam usually sat behind when not assisting in client sessions. Sleek and elegant in design, the polished wood curved around the two chairs it obscured, with barely a sharp edge in sight. Chase pulled out the cushioned seat he knew Rae would’ve just vacated and sat his rear down in front of the screen she’d left active with an image of Tom Hardy.

  Lips twitching, he reached for the mouse and clicked the image away, slid the cursor across the files listed on the left, and pulled the daily appointments spread up.

  Four pm would be his next booking. He double-tapped there, and when his eyes scanned over the name of his next client, his nostrils flared on his inhale, his lips curving as he breathed out.

  Abi.

  Abi, whose session would be filled with her explorations of her body. Of letting go of her inhibitions as she owned a self-induced orgasm.

  Hopefully.

  Would she remove her underwear second time around? Hell, maybe she’d remove everything.

  Aaaaand … fuck his cock for getting all up in his face again.

  The air-rush of a door opening had his spine snapping straight and his head flipping toward the entrance.

  He sat frozen for a moment, as the young woman herself stepped through the glass partition. She stopped short as soon as her gaze landed on him.

  He shot to his feet. “Abi …” He ordered his arse back down again as soon as his cock banged to be let out.

  “Mr Walker?” She took a few steps forward, a frown appearing as her gaze skimmed over the reception area. Probably looking for anyone but him. “I … I wasn’t expecting to find you …”

  “I’m just watching the desk for a few minutes.” His hand slapped down on the desk like an exploded punctuation to the announcement, like he had no fucking control of his limbs on that side of his office door. “You’re early.” He frowned at himself. “Stupid thing to say. You’re always early.”

  “I like to be on time.”

  She crossed the bridge dividing her from the desk until she stood directly across from him. Peering down. Making him peer up. Except her breasts expanded and retracted as she breathed, and he had a really hard time focussing on anywhere but those. So much so, it took him a few seconds to recognise the basket of nerves she’d carried in with her.

  “Everything okay?” he asked.

  Her fingers twitched, and she took a deep breath as if she needed to steel herself to share her thoughts. “I actually can’t make today’s appointment.”

  His frown crept back in as the disappointment slammed i
nto him and his dick made a slow wilt south. “You can’t?”

  She shook her head. “My mother …. She’s making me go me shopping for ….” She pinched the bridge of her nose, waved her arm back down to clasp hands.

  Chase hadn’t even seen her that agitated when she’d turned up there to masturbate for the first time in her life, and seeing her like that then, just over having to cancel on him, had his brows edging lower.

  Her discomfort kicked up a notch as she twisted her hands together. “I have plans to fulfil for the … wedding.”

  For some reason, her explanation felt unfinished. Like she had more to tell him. That time when Chase got to his feet, he didn’t give a damn that his semi erection might be on show. “That’s okay. We can just reschedule.” He shuffled paper about on the desk like that’d solve the problem of her leaving in a few moments. Because his head really didn’t like the idea of that happening. “Can you make it tomorrow?” he asked, already tapping at the screen with the mouse. “We can squeeze you in for five …”

  “I won’t be coming back,” she said quietly. “I—I can’t come back. I’m sorry, Mr Walker. I’m …” She swayed on the spot, as if she didn’t know whether to stay longer, or just go.

  She went. Just turned away and went. Her feet like a Geisha’s, as she speed-walked for the door, yanked it open like she had a fire up her arse, and swung herself out into the landing of the floor they occupied.

  As soon as she vanished from sight, Chase’s body jolted him out of whatever trance he’d been gawping from. “Shit.”

  He almost threw himself out from behind the desk and jogged for the exit. Hauling the glass panel inward, he searched the landing for her feminine frame and sent up a silent thanks when he spotted her over by the lifts, tapping her toes against the tiled floor.

  On the wall above her, yellow lit the floor number on fire and a quiet ping sounded out.

  His dive toward her was something fucking epic. “Abi, wait!”

  Her entire body jerked at his shout, and as she turned toward him, the lift doors sliding open to accept her, she seemed poised to bolt and make a run for it.