The next session

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎

𝐈 almost didn’t go back.

After what happened last night - after moaning his name into my pillow, after crying out for him while my fingers worked between my thighs - I swore I couldn’t face him again.

But I was there anyway. Sitting in the waiting room, my heart racing, my palms clammy. My body buzzed with nerves, shame, and something darker.

The door opened, and his voice cut through me like smoke.

“Alessia Cruz.”

I looked up.

There he was. Dr. Zayn Steele. Tall, broad, tattoos curling up his forearms under his rolled sleeves. His lip piercing caught the light as he gave me that unreadable look.

My stomach twisted.

“Come in.”

I followed him into his office, every step heavier than the last.

He gestured to the same chair across from his desk. “Sit.”

I sat. My legs crossed too tight, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.

His sharp eyes tracked every movement. “You look nervous.”

“I am,” I admitted softly.

“Good.” He leaned back in his chair, arms folding across his chest. “That means you’re ready to be honest with me. So. Did you do the assignment?”

My heart thudded. “No.”

“No?” His brow arched, but there was no anger in his tone. Just curiosity.

I shook my head quickly. “I tried, but… I failed.”

“Failed?” His voice wrapped around the word like it tasted good on his tongue. “Tell me why.”

My throat was dry. I licked my lips, my eyes darting away. “I just… couldn’t.”

“That’s not an answer.” His voice dropped lower. “What stopped you?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I don’t want to say.”

“Then I’ll make it simple.” His gaze locked on mine, unblinking. “Did you feel anything at all?”

“Yes.”

“Did you stop because you didn’t like it?”

“No.”

His smirk deepened, slow and dangerous. “Then why, Alessia?”

My body trembled. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The truth slipped out of me like a broken secret.

“Because I kept thinking of you.”

The words hung in the air. Heavy. Forbidden.

His eyes darkened instantly. His smirk vanished.

Silence stretched between us, so thick I couldn’t breathe.

Then he leaned forward, elbows resting on his desk, his gaze sharp enough to cut through me. “Say that again.”

My breath shook. “I… I thought of you.”

His jaw tightened, his piercing glinting as his lips parted slightly. “While you touched yourself?”

My whole body went hot. “Yes.”

He didn’t move for a long moment. Just stared at me with that burning gaze. Then, slowly, he stood and walked around the desk.

My breath caught.

He stopped in front of me, towering, his presence overwhelming.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I lifted my chin, meeting his eyes even though my pulse was racing.

His voice dropped to a whisper. “Then maybe I should show you how it’s done.”

My lips parted, my chest rising and falling too fast. “Zayn…”

His hand lifted, brushing my chin lightly, tilting my face up. His thumb traced the corner of my lips, slow, deliberate. My breath hitched, my body aching.

He leaned down, closer and closer, until his lips hovered a breath away from mine. His piercing glinted. I could feel his breath on my skin.

Every nerve in my body screamed for him.

My heart pounded. My thighs pressed together. My lips parted, waiting.

So close.

So close.

And then - he pulled back.

I blinked, stunned. “What-”

He stepped away, jaw tight, breathing rougher than before. He turned back to his desk and sank into his chair.

The air between us buzzed with everything that almost happened, everything he refused to give me.

“Session’s over,” he said flatly.

The words cut through me like a blade.

I sat there frozen for a moment, my lips tingling with the ghost of a kiss that never came.

Slowly, I stood, my knees weak, my whole body trembling.

He didn’t look at me again.

I walked to the door on shaky legs, my chest tight, my breath uneven. My hand paused on the handle, my heart begging me to say something - anything.

But I didn’t.

I slipped out of his office, my body burning

with frustration and hunger.

And the whole time, his words replayed in my head.

Maybe I should show you how it’s done.