The Kink Therapist: Nothing But Trouble (Erotic Romance Novelette) (6 page)

I cry out, much to his delight, I can see
truth swimming in his eyes, and he begins drawing Xs and horizontal
stripes on my thighs and ass.

As the burn builds and builds, I scream in
frustration, unable to wiggle my way to relief.

“What a lovely shade of pink and not a welt
in sight.” He picks up a leather paddle, smacks his palm very
slowly, and checks my expression.

I’m gawking and shaking my head, no.

He smirks, dismissing my non-compliance.
“
I’ll
say when you’ve had enough.” He lets a smack fall into
my cheeks. He pauses, checking my reaction again. It kills, but I
only give him tears. He continues on, watching me in between, and
leaves me with five smacks on each side. He switches position, now
standing by my leg, gives me five right in the middle that
reverberate wonderfully through my pussy.

When he’s finished, I’m brimming with a
strong need for fuckery, one so excruciating, it makes me cry.

“You look horny, Miss Channing. All puffy
and wet. You take that skanky-assed cunt and get fucked elsewhere.
Do you understand me? I don’t care what you do
off
school
property, but while here, you will be respectful, sweet and
angelic. Got it?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

“Turned on is not what we’re going for. Tell
me what you crave most, Miss Channing?”

“To get fucked.”

“No. What’s the reason for all of your
bratty misbehavior lately? What do you
want
?”

“Um, I want to feel truly sorry, for
everything weighing me down, and paid up … and bouncy.”

“Bouncy, huh? I certainly wouldn’t have
guessed that by the soaked condition of your slit.” He huffs and
rubs his face. He’s quiet for several moments. “Okay. Scene
over.”

While he begins freeing my hands and ankles,
I cry, “No, no please. I don’t want this to be over. Are we done
for the day?”

“No, not done. We’re just changing
direction. You need more shame. Get dressed and follow me.”

More shame?
I shudder.

CHAPTER 4

Once in my skirt and panties, I follow Brent
back into the main office.

“David. We’re ending this scene and going to
the house. Thanks for agreeing to combine your session. See you
next Monday.”

“Wait! Can he come? Please?”

“Yeah. I guess that could work.”

I look at David and plead with my eyes and
hands clasped together, but I don’t have to beg. His sly smile
tells me he’s already obliged and thrilled that I asked.

His face scrunches in confusion, but I
shrug, because I have no clue what’s coming next.

We follow Brent out of the office. Raisin
Bat is gone.

Outside, it’s overcast with the aroma of
promised rain, and drops start to fall as we begin following a
flagstone path from the out building, through a medieval-looking
iron gate to the back of the main house, where I spot a
breathtaking lagoon pool with a waterfall. Perfect for
skinny-dipping. Surely that’s crossed David’s mind too.

With David walking last in line, I imagine
he’s watching me, so I add more wiggle and shake to my ass. On
every hill, I also make sure to bounce so my skirt flips up to give
him a peek of my fresh coat of pink. We walk through sliding back
doors into a world of stark white and grey.

Still in the back of the house, Brent ushers
us into a room that looks to be a teen girl’s room, all baby blue,
with white furniture, including a canopy bed, and fucking Justin
Bieber’s face on the wall. Old school Justin Bieber with the mop
hair, not the wannabe hip hop punk he turned into.

“I’m your dad now, Molly,” Brent says. “And
I’m going to catch you two in the act. You can be doing anything
salacious you want or just making out and grinding. Just be busy,
on the bed and horrified at my sudden arrival.”

He leaves the two of us, the door closed
after him.

David’s not looking as happy as I feel. He
looks nervous … or bummed? Did he not want to do this? Maybe he
doesn’t like the plan.

“You’re not
bi
, are you?”

“Hell, no!”

“Then … what’s wrong?”

“Not
that,
that’s for damn sure.” He
scowls and hooks his thumbs in his back pockets. “You fucked him? I
thought … he didn’t do that with clients.”

I laughed. “No. We didn’t fuck. We were just
goofing off. He did spank me good and plenty though. See?” I hike
my skirt to show him my fresh color in case he missed it on the
walk over. “Ya jealous, Fanelli?” I tease. “’Cause you sound kinda
jealous.”

He rubs his arm. “Maybe. You’ve been playing
carrot to me all morning, so I’d like to hit that.” His hand’s
under my crotch, rubbing it before my next breath. “That. Right
there.” He keeps wiggling his fingers firmly over my petals.

“Mmm, uuhhh, that’s so nice.” I sink into
his touch and clutch onto his hip. “Um, if you’re not into guys,
David, then why are you seeing a guy therapist? A therapist like
him?”

“He’s helping me find my safe zone, where I
can thrive comfortably in my kink, and in my skin, without sliding
into criminality.”

“Makes sense. So, what turns you on more?
Watching in secret or the person knowing you’re watching?”

“I like both. It’s the ‘secret’ urge that
scares the shit out of me. Are you an exhibitionist, Molly?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then why do keep teasing me and showing
off, flaunting your hot stuff like you are? You’re so bad. Are you
a sadist then? You’re intentionally killing my nuts, and you know
it.”

“I’m just bad. Trouble. Aren’t we in Match
2? I told you I fight dirty. Having been on your end, I find the
watching thing very hot. Soooo … um, if you want, you can spy on
me, peek in my windows, watch me on a cam, slip into my closet. I
don’t mind.”

“What! Are you serious? Why would you offer
that?
I
think … you’re
lying
about your truth. I’m
aiming for a safe and healthy outlet here. God, how I want to chase
the certain destruction that you are.”

“I’ve just been bored out of my mind since
getting kicked out of college. Uh … riot. Not
all
my fault.
I’ll explain later, if you really want to know. If someone else can
get the hots out of my dull life, that’ll perk me up. Ohmygosh,
David, my face and pussy are so tingly just thinking about you
watching me, whenever you damn well feel like it.”

“See? You
are
a naughty showboat, a
day away from twirling on a pole. But, I don’t need to peep in your
windows, although, the thought of it drives me fucking nuts.” He
backs me into the bed. “
Stalking
is a line I won’t cross,
unless it’s just roleplay or for consensual kicks when I’m in a
relationship. You don’t have to work so hard, Sporty Spice. I like
subtle things too. A hair flip, lotion or lipstick application … or
an out-of-the-blue neck massage and stretch, with breasts perched
out. God, that was so damn hot. You did it twice today.”

“I did? I didn’t even know.”

“I know. That’s what makes it hot. I like
intentional and
un
intentional sexiness.”

I sit and grab his waistband, my fingertips
curling in. “I’m not really digging subtle today. I want to be
entirely intentional, if that’s all right. I know how to baby your
nuts, if they need much kinder attention.” I strip off his belt and
free his goods. He’s hot and hard, totally glorious in my grabby
mitts. His skin is like velvet. I massage his balls gently and tug
down on his sack. “Got any STD’s?”

“No. Do you?”

“Nope.” In a sultry voice, I whisper, “Then
… when we’re all alone, if you want, I’ll suck you into ecstasy and
let you drain your pearls in whatever hole you want.”

“
Any
?”

“Any.”

I hear the guttural growl in his throat.
“Molly Channing. Shame on you. Given your enthusiasm, I’m not sure
exactly which one of us it would be a point for.”

“Me neither. Can I show off for you right
now?”

He rubs his hands together and smiles like a
kid in a candy store. “Fuck, yes. Show me whatcha got.”

I smile as I slink further up on the bed and
lay back. He’s standing at the edge and looking down on me. I close
my eyes as I glide one hand up between my legs and shimmy the other
up my sweater shirt. I grind the heel of my palm into my clit, like
he was doing before, and draw furious circles over my panties.
Moisture quickly licks my fingers. “Mmmm, David.” I writhe and arch
my back as I smack and massage the puffy, hot lips of my pussy.
“Ooohh.” I jerk my bra up, freeing my breasts, giving him his first
good look at my full Cs that I’m attacking with pinches and hard
grabs. “Uh, uh, oh, ohmygod. I’m so horny for you, David. You’re
making me so hot and wet. Mmm. Uuuhhh.” I buck and rock into my
action.

“I can see that. I’m sick of watching
though. I want back in the game.” He lunges on me and possesses my
mouth like a fiend, thrusting his tongue in deep. Groaning, I suck
it and whirl my tongue around. While crushing his lips to mine, he
grinds his cock against my throbbing clit. “Uuhhh, Molly, you’re
wrecking my mind.”

We’re both soon breathing like starters in
the 4
^th
quarter.

He’s all up my skirt with grabby, greedy
hands, and palming me roughly once again. “I’m so glad he didn’t
fuck you,” he says in my ear, making me shudder. “Because I want
you. Would you maybe wanna date and fuck around?” He doesn’t wait
for my reply and finally devours the breasts he’s been mentally
mauling since I exposed them. He tears at me like he’s famished as
he fondles my cunt. Working his way down to my navel, he nibbles
and sucks me into insanity, but I crack up at the way it tickles.
My panties come off in a swoop that grazes my legs all the way
down, and then he takes all of me deliciously and viciously into
his mouth.

“Oh, God. I love what you’re doing.” I arch
my back and press up into his munching and sucking action. “Mmmm,
David.”

His tongue flicks and dances amongst my
folds and breaches the entrance, to caress and thrust into the
tightness of my walls.

“Uh, yes. Oooo.
That
. Gimme more of
that.”

And he continues to suck on my clit and fuck
me with frisky licks and dives for several minutes. “Waiting for
the full test drive before you answer?”

“Mmmm, no. I, uh, maybe would. Oooo. Oh ...
fuck. Yeah, I wanna, uh … date you, David. I already invited you
into my closet. Can you be satisfied with one girl though?”

“A girl like you? A hot bundle of sexy
surprises? Definitely.” He sucks and licks all the dew off my
petals. “Plus, you taste like heaven and have the rack and legs of
a goddess, which only increases your sticking power. I wish I were
different, but I’m not gonna lie, I need visual glue.” He’s a
famished beast, when he gets back to eating me out. I buck up and
down like an inch worm and squeeze fist clumps of his hair.

“Aaaaah.” My pussy’s ready to burst. “Oh,
God, David. Uh, uh.”

He leaves me on the brink and ravishes his
way back up to my lips.

“Crap! You’re evil. I want to come so
bad.”

“Whatever. Don’t even act like you’re
deprived. You already came at least once while I was getting
whacked.”

“What! How do you know that?”

He dots my face and ears and neck with soft
kisses and runs fingertips all over my breasts. “Never
underestimate my peeping power. Of course I’m going to search for a
glimpse of you, and I found it in a metal can on the desk. It
wasn’t high-def or anything, but it worked. Bad, bad girl. Watching
you go wild on your pussy and get off while watching
me
take
paddle raps actually got me off. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen,
hands down. While you were in the rec room, I left the corner to
clean up. Don’t tell.”

“I won’t. Damn, that’s so hot to know. Rec
room? Hmm. Tame name for a room for potential torture.” The fact
that he found a way to watch me should terrify me maybe, but it
makes me delirious with heat. “I’m ready to score some big points.”
I yank the front of his underwear down and seize his hardness. We
gaze into each other’s eyes as I stroke and squeeze him. He begs
for rougher and faster, and I wank him off harder to return the
favor.

He sighs, sets more weight on me again, and
grabs both hands to lace his fingers into. He pins them on either
side of my head. “You’re too good at that. I don’t want to come
yet.” Tucking his head into the crook of my neck, he whispers,
“You’re my dream come true, Molly.”

“Likewise.” I kiss his head.

He lets go of one hand and drifts his touch
back into my folds as he pulls me into another heated kiss, where
our mouths are fucking wildly in frenzy and we’re fondling one
another in savage kind.

I break off long enough to huff, “Fuck me,
Fanelli,” but my ‘dad’ busts in and royally kills the mood. Not to
mention my plan!