Chapter Four: Psycho Seduction

Charlotte point of view 

Do I give two fucks ?? 

“I’m done with you, Charlotte. You fuck like a toad.” That was the first message I woke up to see from my boyfriend, Sean.

At first, I thought I was hallucinating. I mean, we all hallucinate when we wake up, right? Not until I took a shower and still saw the message hanging right there on my phone. Tears drizzled down my face, and I couldn't stop crying as I put on my shirt. Really, that was his reason for a breakup, after everything?

I couldn't hold myself together, so I decided to drive to my workplace and drown myself in therapy sessions with patients who had been diagnosed.

I stepped into the office and my gaze met that of Adrian Blackwood. “I guess my day couldn't get any worse,” I mumbled under my breath. 

I dropped my bag on the couch before walking toward my chair.

“Good morning, beautiful. I got this for you.” I stared at the paper bag on the table.

“It's prohibited for a therapist to accept a gift according to work ethics,” I said calmly.

He looked quite normal today, so I decided to continue with the session.

“Do you mind if we have a drink?” I wanted to say no; I wanted to refuse having a drink with him. But it wasn't like having one or two sips was going to do me any harm, so I agreed.

He picked up a bottle of wine hidden under the table along with two cups. He passed me a cup, and I slowly drank it down. I didn't realize when I had already had more than five shots.

“That's enough.” I paused, taking the papers in my hands to read the instructions he should follow. I wasn't a heavy drinker, so it was quite rare for me to get drunk.

Adrian stood up from his seat, glaring at me with the most seductive gaze ever.

“I like you, Charlotte.” He paused for a while, then he reached my chair and pinned both of my hands to the seat, hard. I wanted to press the red button which indicated a help signal, but I was still wondering what he wanted to do to me.

He knelt down while his nose sniffed at my entrance. I was wearing a long, straight silk skirt that covered my thighs. He lifted my skirt up gently and slowly, bringing his nose deeper. I didn't tell him to stop; that was because I loved the way he made me feel as I fought hard against my moans.

My head tilted back and my mouth went agape the moment his hands touched my already wet entrance. His fingers pinched my clit while I let out a devouring moan.

“That's more like it, princess.” Slowly, he removed his hands from where they pinned me against the chair. My hands voluntarily went toward his shoulders while his hands slowly removed my panties. First, he sniffed them deeply before tossing them across the office.

Without notice, he took me by my waist. My senses heightened as he carried me in his arms and laid me against the couch.

“Spread your legs for me.” I don't know why I was doing this, but his eyes... I couldn't stop. I opened them wide, letting him in. He started to kiss me gently, from my abdomen until he almost reached his goal. His hands started to create friction against my clit.

“Fuck... goodness... damn!” I started to spit the words out unconsciously.

“Mr. Adrian,” I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well.

“You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly.

He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back.

“Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”

After a while, I got the courage to shout, “Please, stop!” But he didn't. Instead, he continued harder.

“You have to beg me to fucking stop, Charlotte. I can't, not with this body.” He bit his lower lip, which sent me into another rage of pleasure.

“Fuck... oh... no... hmmm.” Soon after, he released his hands from my clit. I stared at him, hoping I could stand up.

“We are not done yet, Charlotte. Spread your fucking legs.”

By this time, my legs had begun to shake badly; I couldn't hold it any longer. I was feeling the pleasure—it was like honey mixed with milk and friction. I liked every bit of it. He dug his head into my pussy and started to tongue-fuck me. The warmth of his tongue against my skin was what drove me crazy. I didn't do anything to stop him; I just made sure to bury his head deep into me.

“You don't smell like roses; you smell like a real woman.” He continued to bury his head, turning his lips as he started to fuck me really well.

“Oh, that's so good. I want it deeper,” I said, watching the way he continued to move deep inside me. His hands reached for my boobs as he squeezed them lightly. “Oh my God, Adrian, this is too good.”

Just then, he withdrew, picking up his shirt while cleaning his mouth like I was dirt. He quickly buttoned his shirt like he was in a hurry, wiping the sweat from his face with a handkerchief.

He picked up his suit and his shades while glancing at me. My legs were still spread apart and my body ached for more. My pussy longed for him, yet he stared at me like I wasn't worth it.

“Aren't we going to fuck?” I knew I sounded dumb saying that. Yet the silence wounded me deeper, like he had studied me in a way that he knew I would be affected.

“You earn the fuck, Charlotte. Or maybe you beg to be fucked.” I stared at him until he closed the office door shut once again.

This time, I felt like a therapist who had been played by her patient, yet I still couldn't deny that he tasted so damn good. This was satisfactory; I could still feel the way he gripped me and how I moaned.

I wanted more