Chapter Five: Psycho Seduction

Charlotte point of view 

Fucked him and he tasted good 

“Ava, I kid you not, that dude is psychotic.” She rolled her eyes at me, trying to avoid my statement while sipping a glass of wine to obviously chill her mind.

“He manipulates me; he has a way of keeping me between his fingers, and I’m falling for it.” I paused for a while, staring at the table blankly.

“I swear I don’t even know how it happened,” I said silently, while Ava forced her laughter throughout.

“You obviously do; you know exactly how it happened.” She smiled gently, dropping her drink on the table. “See, you like him. I mean you really do. I see it on your face each time that”

“I like the way he makes me feel, not him. And that feeling is not enough to dive into a relationship,” I answered her, saying exactly what she would love to hear.

She chuckled gently. “No one goes into something just because they love. You can as well just fuck him and forget him; it’s that easy.”

Her phone rang immediately after, and she jolted to pick it up. Her facial expression changed; she stood up while explaining to me that she would have to catch me later.

“You must fuck that dude and at least ease your stress,” those were her words before she walked out the door, leaving me a bit confused. I stepped out to get coffee.

Black coffee! I sipped it slowly until I found my way back to my office.

Someone bumped into me, and he was as hard as a rock. I hissed loudly, hoping to hit the head of the motherfucker. “Can’t you watch your steps, or did you go blind overnight?” I asked, yet I didn’t receive a response. 

Instinctively , I stared at the individual, aiming to say more, until my eyes met his.

“Mr. Adrian Blackwood, my apologies, sir.” Chills ran through my bones as I walked into my office.

He stared at me boldly, silence overtaking the wheels. He took a step further while I stood my ground.

“Call me Adrian, Charlotte.”

I took a deep breath while I took my seat. “Your appointment is scheduled for Friday, not today. I had that emailed to you, sir.” I saw his lips form a smile that faded away so fast.

“I know. Erm, I didn't come for therapy. I came for something else and decided to check on you.”

“Alright,” I replied coldly. The air was weird.

“I’m sorry about last time; it was a mistake.” I closed my eyes deeply, my heart thudding harder with every bang it made in my chest.

“A mistake? I bet you enjoyed every inch of it.”

He dropped his keys on the table while he looked at me. “You sounded like you wanted more. ‘Oh... Adrian, fuck, this is so good.’” He copied my voice exactly the way I sounded.

“That’s enough. I don’t want to do it again,” I said, covering my face with a file I easily found. I didn’t want to look at him, especially his eyes, which sent my sexual urge ablaze.

“Alright.” He picked up his keys and was about to turn his back on me when I spoke.

“Wait...”

Fuck, I’m so foolish. I didn’t intend to tell him to wait or anything. I wanted to tell him something different.

“Deep down, I know you still want me.” He walked towards me, grabbing me by my neck while forcing me to stand from the chair, and then he slammed me against the wall.

“It’s against the ethics of my profession. I’m a therapist, and you are my patient,” I struggled to say.

“I’m no patient, Charlotte. I’m in my proper senses, a man with a dick and a fucking cock. Fuck your ethics.” He released his grip.

He scattered his hair slowly with his right hand; it was quite nice.

“I’m going to ask you this question now: do you want to fuck me?”

This was insane. What kind of man asks that type of question? I stared at him blankly. I didn’t speak, and he walked towards the door, leaving.

He was about to open the door when I spoke.

 “I want to fuck you, Adrian Blackwood. I want your cock buried in me so deep until I can’t take it any more. Fuck the life out of me, please.”

He walked up to me, grabbing my lips in the most desperate and affectionate manner I have ever seen.

“You taste so damn good,” he muffled between kisses, while his hands reached for my white shirt. He began to squeeze my boobs softly, circling them with his palms in a way that got my eyes roaming toward the ceiling.

“Mmm, shit,” I moaned heavily. He sat in his chair and my legs crossed over his thighs. I sat in a way that put my ass directly on his cock.

I took off my panties almost immediately while lowering myself onto his dick. That feeling comes when it slips in slowly with just enough lubrication. His dick thick and a little bit veiny which was perfect 

“You taste better than I imagined,” he said, biting my neck slowly while I started to grind like my life depended on it.

I started to hear his moans, and they sounded like wood banging against one another. His eyes were closed while the fresh scent of mint escaped through his mouth, which was open wide.

I started to grind him slowly and softly, forward and backward, as his moans continued to increase. Then I humped on his dick like crazy. His hands shook silently while he held me by my ass.

“That’s more like it. I love the way you do it.” I nodded, lost in the pleasure, in the satisfaction of the heat of his body against mine, and in the way I felt right at that moment.

He pulled me off, carrying me effortlessly from his dick before dumping me on the couch.

“Spread your legs.” And yes, I did, without waiting for a second command.

I opened my legs wide as he sank his rod into me.

“Oh... no,” I whimpered.

“That’s how you fuck,” he stated, staring right into my eyes while he gave a bold smirk.

“I love every inch of your body, Charlotte.” He kissed my abdomen before continuing to fuck me.

My legs folded in a way that spelt pleasure. My voice and my moans aligned with his name. “Adrian!”

Soon he was done with me, while we both kept breathing loudly like our lives depended on it.

Sex? It was both heavenly and pleasurable. And Adrian was the man who made me feel that to my core. I just fucked my patient.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked while I smiled.

“Maybe because I just fucked my attractive patient.”

We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path.

“I must say, you fuck too good.” I bit my tongue.

“I want more, daddy,” I sounded way more seductive than my looks.