Chapter: The Therapistâs Dilemma: 3Unlocked Door, Recorded SessionđŠđ«ŠđâLeave it unlocked,â Kai said.I stood in my office Thursday at 6:55 p.m., hand on the doorknob. The building was quiet again. Most of the floor had emptied an hour ago. Only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant rattle of a cleaning cart somewhere on the lower level broke the silence. My pulse was a steady, ugly hammer in my throat.The messages from the unknown number were still on my phone, the screen lighting up every time I looked at it like an accusation.Thursday. 7 p.m. Same office. Leave the door unlocked this time. I want a front-row seat. Or every progress note youâve ever written gets the full soundtrack.Kai leaned against my desk, arms crossed, watching me with that same dark focus he brought to every session. âWe do what they asked. Then we see who walks through that door.ââAnd if itâs more than one person?ââThen I handle it.â His voice was flat, no room for argument. âYouâre not doing this alone. Not tonight.âI tur
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Chapter: The Therapistâs Dilemma: 2Security at the Doorđ§đŠđ«ŠâDr. Crowe? Itâs building security. We got a report of noises coming from this office. Everything alright in there?âKaiâs cock was still half-hard, shiny with me. Cum leaked onto the desk blotter and the scattered progress notes. My skirt was bunched around my waist. My blouse hung open. I could smell sex in the airâthick, unmistakable.Kai pressed a finger to my lips and mouthed, âAnswer.âI cleared my throat, forcing my voice steady. âEverythingâs fine. I was just⊠moving furniture. Dropped a box of files. Sorry if it was loud.âSilence on the other side. Then the security guardâs voice again, skeptical. âSounded like more than files, maâam. You sure you donât need assistance?âKaiâs hand slid between my legs again, two fingers pushing through the mess heâd left, slow and deliberate. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping.âIâm sure,â I called out. âJust me in here. Finishing late notes. You can go.âAnother pause. I heard the soft crackle of a
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Chapter: The Therapistâs Dilemma: 1Session After Hoursđ§đŠđ«ŠâYouâre late, Kai.âI didnât look up from my notes when the door to my private office clicked shut. The clock on the wall read 7:12 p.m. Our session had been scheduled for six-thirty. The building was nearly empty. Most of the other therapists on the floor had gone home hours ago. Only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of a cleaning cart somewhere down the hall broke the quiet.Kai dropped into the chair across from me as if he owned it. Twenty-two. Tall. Dark hair that always looked like someone had just run their fingers through it. A thin scar along his jaw he never explained. The kind of patient every professional boundary manual warned about in bold letters.âTraffic,â he said. That lazy smirk. âOr maybe I just like making you wait, Dr. Crowe.âI set the pen down and finally met his eyes. âThis is the third time this month. If it happens again Iâll have to refer you out. The court wonât accept incomplete attendance.ââNo you wonât
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Chapter: Strict Mummy, Filthy Boy: 3Unlocked Door, Unfinished BusinessđŠđ«ŠđâLeave it unlocked,â Jax said.I stood in the dark kitchen the next night, hand on the back-door deadbolt. My pulse was a steady hammer in my throat. The message from the unknown number still sat on my phone like a threat that refused to fade.Same time tomorrow night. Leave the back door unlocked. I want a closer look at how strict Mummy really is. Or the photos go straight to Ms. Riveraâs email and the judge who placed me here.Jax leaned against the counter behind me, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. âWe do exactly what he asked. Then we see who walks through that door.ââAnd if itâs more than one person?ââThen I handle it.â His voice was flat. âYouâre not doing this alone.âI turned the lock. The soft click felt too loud.We had spent the day preparing. Jax checked every window, every closet, every possible angle. He found nothing. Whoever had taken the photo from outside his bedroom window was careful. Professional, even. Th
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Chapter: Strict Mummy, Filthy Boy: 2Welfare Check and Wet Sheetsđ«ŠđŠđâMs. Harlan? We know youâre home. Please open the door. This is mandatory.âI yanked my robe closed with shaking hands. Jaxâs cum was still sliding down my thighs. The bedroom reeked of sex. He sat on the edge of the bed, completely unbothered, watching me like this was entertainment.âGo,â he said quietly. âIâll stay up here. For now.âI hurried down the stairs, heart hammering. I flipped on the porch light and opened the front door just enough to see two people, a woman in her forties with a clipboard and a younger man in a state-issued jacket.âMs. Harlan?â the woman asked. âIâm Ms. Rivera from Child Protective Services. This is my colleague, Mr. Thompson. We received an anonymous tip about a possible welfare concern regarding Jax. May we come in?âAnonymous tip. My stomach dropped. âItâs nearly midnight.ââWe understand the hour is unusual, but late-night checks are sometimes necessary. Is Jax home?ââHeâs upstairs. Asleep.â The lie tasted thin.
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Chapter: Strict Mummy, Filthy Boy: 1Lights Out Means Nothingđ§đŠđ«ŠâLights out means lights out, Jax.âI shoved his bedroom door open without knocking. The lamp was still burning. Bass thumped from the cheap speaker on his desk. Jax sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but black boxers, phone in one hand, looking at me like heâd been waiting for this exact moment.Heâs nineteen, tall with lean muscle from street fights more than any gym. A thin scar cut through his left eyebrow. The state had dropped him on my doorstep six months ago because no one else would take a delinquent with his record. My rules were simple. Bed by eleven. No music after ten. Door stays closed. He broke every single one on purpose.âCouldnât sleep,â he said. That lazy, filthy smirk. âKept thinking about the way your robe kept falling open after dinner.âI stepped inside and shut the door hard enough to rattle the frame. âYou donât get to talk to me like that. This is my house. My rules. Phone off. Lights off. Now.âHe stood. The boxers did nothi
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Chapter: My Sisterâs Ex: 2Stolen HoursđŠđ«ŠâCome in before someone sees you crossing the yard in daylight.âRyan opened the guest house door the second I knocked. It was just after ten in the morning. Claire had left for work twenty minutes earlier. My parents were at a doctorâs appointment across town. The main house was empty.I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me. Ryan didnât waste time with words. He backed me against the wall, kissed me hard, and shoved his hand under the sundress I had thrown on. I was already wet. I had been wet since I woke up still feeling him from the night before.âYouâve been thinking about it,â he said against my mouth, fingers sliding through the slickness between my legs. âI can tell.ââRyan, the blackmailer texted again,â I managed, but my hips moved against his hand anyway. âHe wants to meet. He says if we donât show, Claire gets the videos this afternoon.ââWeâll deal with him later.â He pushed two fingers inside me. The stretch made me gasp. âRight now I need thi
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Chapter: My Sisterâs Ex: 1Old FlamesđŠđ«ŠâStay. Just for a minute.âRyanâs voice was low in the dark kitchen of my parentsâ house. The rest of the family was in the living room watching the late movie, the volume turned up just enough that their laughter carried down the hall. My sister, Claire, had gone upstairs twenty minutes ago claiming a headache. Ryan, her ex-fiancĂ©, was supposed to have left an hour earlier after dropping off a box of her old things from the apartment they once shared.Instead he was still here, standing close enough that I could smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with the beer heâd had with dinner and the clean scent of his shirt.I should have walked out. I should have told him to go. Instead I stayed with my back against the cool granite counter, heart beating too fast.âRyan⊠Claireâs right upstairs.ââI know.â He stepped closer. The only light came from the under-cabinet LEDs, soft and blue, casting long shadows across the floor. âIâve been trying not to look at you all nig
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Chapter: The Brideâs Sister: 3Wedding DayđŠđ«ŠâWe have to meet him. Thereâs no other choice.âEthanâs voice was tight over the phone at 6:12 a.m. I was already awake, sitting on the edge of my hotel bed in the dark, staring at the blackmailerâs last message. My sisterâs bridal suite was two floors down. Hair and makeup started at nine.âWhere?â I asked.âSame industrial park. Thirty minutes. Wear something you can move in. And Lila⊠whatever happens, you stay behind me.âI hung up, pulled on jeans and a dark sweater, and slipped out of the hotel before anyone in the bridal party was awake. The city was still quiet. Ethanâs black car was waiting at the side entrance. He looked exhausted, still in last nightâs clothes, jaw set hard.Neither of us spoke much on the drive. His hand rested on my thigh the entire way, heavy and possessive, as if he needed the contact to stay calm.The warehouse looked the same in the gray early light. The blackmailer was already there, leaning against a rusted shipping container, phone
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Chapter: The Brideâs Sister: 2The Night BefoređŠđ«ŠâGet in here before someone sees you in the hallway.âEthan pulled me into his hotel suite the moment I knocked. The door clicked shut behind us. It was the night before the wedding. My sister was two floors down in the bridal suite with her bridesmaids, laughing over champagne and face masks. I was supposed to be with them.Instead I was here.Ethan didnât give me time to speak. He backed me against the wall, kissed me hard, and shoved his hand under my dress. I was already wet. I had been wet all day, every time I looked at my sister trying on her veil, every time someone called him the groom.âYouâve been thinking about last night,â he said against my mouth, fingers sliding through the mess he had left inside me hours earlier. âI can feel it.ââEthan, my sister is right downstairs,â I whispered, but my legs opened for him anyway. âThe blackmailer texted again. He wants money by morning or he sends the videos to her phone during the ceremony.ââWeâll deal with h
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Chapter: The Brideâs Sister: 1Rehearsal NightđŠđ«ŠâCome with me. Now. Before someone sees.âEthan grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the rehearsal dinner garden and into the dark side hallway of the country club. Music and laughter still drifted from the main room where my sister, the bride, was laughing with her bridesmaids. I stumbled after him, heart slamming against my ribs.He pushed me into an empty coat closet and shut the door. The only light came from the thin gap at the bottom. His body pressed me against the wall of coats, expensive cologne and whiskey on his breath.âEthan, what the hell are you doing?â I whispered. âThatâs my sister out there. Youâre marrying her in two days.ââI know exactly who Iâm marrying.â His voice was rough. He braced one hand beside my head and used the other to tilt my chin up. âAnd I know Iâve been staring at you all night instead of her. Youâve been staring back.âI should have pushed him away. I should have walked out and told my sister everything. Instead I felt heat r
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Chapter: The Therapistâs Forbidden Session: 3Final SessionđŠđ«ŠâOn your knees in the community center, Elena. Show him exactly why your therapist canât stay away from you.âAdrianâs voice was low and controlled inside the abandoned community center gym, but I could hear the tension underneath. The place smelled of dust, old wood, and faint bleach. A single emergency light cast a weak yellow glow across the scuffed floor. The blackmailer â a former patient named Derek who had been terminated after making threats months earlier â stood ten feet away with a phone in one hand and a smug, expectant smile on his face.I looked at Adrian. He gave me a small, tight nod. âDo it. Weâll end this tonight. Trust me.âMy heart hammered so hard I felt it in my throat. I dropped to my knees on the cold, dusty floorboards. The chill seeped through my thin skirt. Derek stepped closer, already unzipping his pants with a satisfied chuckle.âThatâs right,â he said, voice thick with triumph. âSuck me like the little therapy whore you are for the good
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