Surrender to a Sex Therapist (2 page)

“
My dear,” he said, as he took my hand and guided me into the vehicle. “You look stunning.”

I figured he was just being polite. How could I look stunning in a six year old prom dress and makeup borrowed from Lucy? I thanked him then sat with my hands folded in my lap, like a terrified schoolgirl, while he got in beside me. The driver shut the door, closed a smoky window that divided front from back, and we slipped away from the curb.

His hand enveloped my knee and he drew closer, until the side of his body pressed tight against mine. “I’m sorry I had to cut our time together short yesterday.” His fingers moved higher, swirling circles over the silky fabric covering my thigh. “Should we pick up where we left off?”

Before I had a chance to reply, he turned my face to his and claimed my lips again. The feeling he stirred in my mouth zipped right to my groin, bringing the tingle he’d sparked the day before back to life.

“
Oh, Mr. Nich--I mean, Dmitri.” I gasped when his lips moved from mine and he licked the soft flesh of my neck, then he trailed the tip of his tongue over my collarbone. “This feels so good.” And it did. Even Doug, though I missed him terribly, hadn’t been able to elicit such an instant, lusty response from me.

“
You feel like paradise,” he murmured, as he pushed my dress up over my thighs, then higher still, until the thin material pooled around my waist. “I knew you would. And you taste divine, too.”

My pussy throbbed stronger as his long, thick fingers edged beneath the hem of my panties (which, to my embarrassment, were E-Mart cotton bargain briefs). Flames of desire licked my clitoris as his touch skimmed over it. He tortured me with feathered strokes at first, before he spread my damp slit and caressed my inner labia. He then teased my quivering hole, poking just the tips of his fingers in. Then he withdrew them to rub the thick pads into my clit until a sublime friction built in this bead of flesh. I moaned loudly and hoped the driver wouldn’t hear my outburst of desire.

With lips pressed into my cheek, he whispered, “Come for me, darling. I want to watch you climax from my touch. Hopefully this will be the first of many times.”

How could I respond to that? There were no words, but no words were needed, for my body responded with a primal language all its own.

He slipped the straps from my shoulders and urged my dress away from my medium-sized breasts. I’d never been terribly fond of my body--I always felt I was out of proportion, with too little on top and too much on the bottom--but now much of it was fully exposed to Dmitri’s gaze, and his eyes seemed to blaze with lust for what he saw. His head dipped to my rosy nipple, and the tip soon hardened as he held it delicately in his teeth while he flit his tongue over it. He divided attention between my two breasts like this, laving them thoroughly with an eager tongue. When his mouth left one, a big hand would mould around the soft, rounded globe, his thumb stroking the erect tip until my aureoles puckered and tingled even more.

When my pussy could take it no longer, his fingers finally returned to stroke another path down my seeping labia. He wet his fingers thoroughly in my juices then ground these wet tips into my clit, rubbed them up and down in a sensuous pattern that brought the perfect friction back.

My hands found his chest, and I fumbled at the buttons on his expensive suit jacket, then I undid his dress shirt beneath as well. I groaned when my small palms closed around the walls of muscle hidden under his clothes. I clutched to his firm chest as his fingers brought me closer to climax.

My cunt walls squeezed hard around the two fingers he slipped inside me. His other hand pinched and rubbed my clit, working it expertly until the friction became a intense tingling that made the bead of flesh pulse so strong my need to come almost drove me mad.

“
That’s it, sweet one,” he said, and I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to notice how earnestly he watched me. “Come hard for me. Hold nothing back. We’ll get to the games of denial later.”

I wondered what he meant by that last sentence, but the thought left my head in a flurry as the orgasm crested and washed away all coherent thought. I thrashed in the seat, letting out a small scream before I could stop myself.

We had scant time to dress when the car stopped. Dmitri helped me adjust myself after he refastened his shirt and jacket and righted his tie. I swore the driver gave us a knowing smile as he held the door open. In response, I blushed until my ears burned.

Our delicious dinner consisted of roast duck, expensive wine I’d never heard of, and a pasta dish with a sumptuous cream sauce that melted in my mouth. As we finished our meal, Dmitri put down his fork, tented his hands over his plate, and stared at me. “I admit I have an ulterior motive in asking you out tonight.”

My bite of duck almost caught in my throat. “Oh?” was all I could manage.

He smiled that winsome smile. “Charlotte, I’ll be honest with you, I don’t trust a lot of people. But I keep my friends close and take good care of them, though I have few. You see, people treat me differently once they know my family history. I admit, part of the reason I work as a therapist is to keep up a ruse of being just another person, not a ridiculously rich man. I hate that people’s demeanor toward me changes the moment they know I’m Vladmir Nichvaldov’s son.” He paused, engulfing my small hands in his massive ones. “You’ve known who I was from day one, and you’ve always treated me like a human being. Not like a billionaire. Thank you.”

“
Oh, well…” I went to push up glasses that weren’t there and felt a fool for the action. “You’re very welcome, Mr. Nich--I mean, Dmitri.”

“
Which is why I’ve decided to make you an offer. I like to think I pay you well as my secretary, but, with your father’s medical bills, I imagine you could use a raise to cover all those costs.”

A raise? He’s going to give me a raise after making mad, passionate love to me?
I almost had to pinch myself.

“
But you deserve more than a raise, which is why I’d like to ask you to become--”

Oh, no, he wasn’t going to ask me to marry him, was he? I clutched at the tablecloth and held my breath.

“
--my mistress.” With a vulpine expression, he produced folded papers from a pocket inside his jacket and slid them over to me.

My hope plummeted. It was too good to be true after all. His mistress? What did he think I was? Some floozy who’d drop my drawers for a wad of cash? I looked at the papers he’d just pushed in front of me, felt my anger growing. “What is this?”

“
That is a contract outlining my part in this bargain, and yours. I’ll provide your father with top medical treatment. There is a perfect senior care facility my mother lives in. Gives the people there a sense of independence, while still providing excellent help. I’ll also set you up in a apartment close to the facility, so you can visit him everyday…”

I scanned the terms of the contract. It was slim, and my duties as mistress were kept brief and vague, but it said the terms were to be further explained, as the deal progressed, by Mr. Nichvalodov.

My anger became a cold fist that settled in the pit of my gut. “Do you think I’m a possession, a prostitute?”

He looked surprised by my quiet question, then his face went impassive. “Well, I’ve known many fine, respectable prostitutes in my time, Charlotte. The word doesn’t always have the negative connotation you assign to it. As for a possession, no, you’d be my companion, my confidant, my lover.”

“
So that’s why you’ve been so nice to me.” My rage now crawled up from my gut, spreading icy fingers through my chest. “You wanted to get close, learn about my life, so you could use it against me. That’s what this is. You’re using my situation against me.”

Now his green eyes darkened with obvious distaste. “I don’t prey on people’s weaknesses, Charlotte. I’m merely giving you an opportunity to be worry free when it comes to financial matters. To care for the father I know you love dearly. You told me that his illness is getting to the point where you struggle to meet all his needs.”

The rage was all encompassing now. I wanted to cry, to scream, to slam my tiny fists into his brick-like chest. I shoved the contract toward him and stood, but my gaze did linger on the papers. The deal would make my life, Dad’s life, so much easier. “You can shove your contract--”

He stood and moved with the speed of a panther, ensnaring my wrists and pulling me down into his lap. Thankfully we were in a private room of this exclusive restaurant, so no onlookers could see my embarrassment or frustration.

“
Instead of taking instant offense, why not think this over before you say something you’ll regret?” he growled in my ear.

I snatched myself from his lap and grabbed his glass of wine. Before he could stop me, I threw the red liquid in his face. It missed entirely, splashing against the white dress shirt he wore instead. Before he could react, I snapped, “That’s what I think of your proposition,” as I bolted from the table and then from the restaurant.

***

My anger cooled somewhat on the bus ride home. Dad and Lucy asked repeatedly how the date went, but I begged off, saying I must’ve ate some bad shrimp and I needed to go straight to bed. I asked Lucy to spend the night in the spare room, so someone was there to check on Dad through the night. I just couldn’t bear his concerned questions right now, and I was terrified I’d just lost the best paying job I’d had in years.

The next morning I dragged my butt getting ready for work. I dreaded what I would face. At least the office hadn’t called to tell me not to bother coming in. I figured that was a bonus. The bus ride there seemed way too short that day. But during it, and the night I’d spent lying sleepless in bed, I’d decided to accept Mr. Nichvalodov’s offer, sign his contract. The dollar figures I’d seen in those papers would be more than enough to adequately care for me and Dad. Dad came first. I had to do this for him.

The office was quiet when I slipped in. My boss wasn’t out front at the water cooler or near my desk, as he often was when I arrived. Taking a deep breath, I held it while I calmed my mind.
Now or never, Charlotte
.

My heart thudded in my ears like a loud drum as I approached his door. I noticed it was open a crack, and when I tapped lightly with one knuckle, his deep voice drifted through. “Come in.”

I walked in, and when he looked up I froze. Gathering up every ounce of courage, I held his intimidating gaze. “Do I still have a job here?” I hated the tremble in my voice.

He gave a small smile, which granted me some relief. “Yes, you’re still my secretary.”

I nodded, moved a bit closer to his desk. The lump in my throat was hard to swallow down. “I’ve … I’ve decided to accept your offer, if it’s still on the table.”

His smile widened. White teeth showed, and I felt a bit like a rabbit staring down the wolf. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled some papers out. The contract. I quit breathing for a moment when he slid the document toward me.

Again I told myself, now or never. With shaky hands, I took a pen from Dmirti and bent over to sign on the dotted line. As I did so, he came around the desk and slipped his warm, strong hands around my waist. My heart and breathing sped up, and I chided myself for such foolish reactions to a simple man. But then, I was wrong. Dmitri Nichvalodocv could never be a simple man.

“
I’m so glad you decided to accept.” His arms engulfed me now, and he turned me so I was held tight against his chest.

“
You’re not mad about the wine?” I stammered, trying not to look away from those incredibly intense eyes.

He smirked. “I’ll get another shirt.”

His hand glided up the side of my body, around my neck, and then his palm cradled my head. I wore my long hair loose today, so he tangled his fingers in my curls and yanked my mouth to his. Our lips crushed together, and his tongue plunge into my mouth violently. There would be no denying him access now.

“
Oh, Charlotte,” he whispered against my cheek, before claiming my lips again. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

He pushed me up against the desk and swept a pile of papers out of his way with one big hand. His other hand cupped my ass and hoisted me up on the desk. My heart now boomed so loudly in my ears I swore it would burst.

He tore my clothes from me in a torrent of passion. My fingers worked in a nervous flurry to peel off his shirt and the rest of his suit. As we undressed, our hands roamed over each others’ bodies, kneading, probing, caressing. My skin became charged with his erotic touch.

He adjusted me on the desk so I was sprawled out on it lengthwise, and then he swept more papers and the phone off the surface. Then he pulled back from me, and those emerald eyes ravished my body with an intense up and down appraisal.

“
You’re gorgeous. I knew you would be a stunning sight when I got you naked.”

His lips were once more upon me, kissing my neck. Now, he added licks and gentle bites too. I soon squirmed against him and let out a soft mewling as his hands explored every inch of my skin. As his tongue moved lower--across my clavicle and down to my breasts--the throbbing in my pussy went from a dull tingle to a hungry throbbing. I needed him to touch me between my legs desperately.

“
How many men have you known before me?” His question fanned my nipples with his warm breath.

I arched my back to get closer to this delicious sensation. “Only two. I don’t get out much.”

He laughed at this, but not cruelly. “You might find you get out a lot more, now you’re my mistress.”

A thrill ran in a straight line from my gut to my heart. My throat seized, but I managed to regulate my breathing. Between his promises and his ardent nipple play, I was beginning to feel like melting candle wax. But I wasn’t complaining in the least.

His mouth made love to my breasts, my nipples, and the sensations his teeth, lips, and tongue stirred zipped straight to my cunt. It now screamed to be touched. Inside, I was a wild woman who wanted a carnal fucking, but I dare not utter this confession to my new lover.