MasukFucked On My Therapist’s Couch 🍆🍆Chapter 1: Therapy section 👉👈I arrived four minutes early, the same way I always did every Thursday.The waiting room smelled like lemon cleaner and the faint trace of whatever expensive candle the receptionist had burned earlier.I signed my name on the clipboard, sat in the usual chair, and flipped through a magazine without even reading a single headline. I was waiting for a fifty minutes session. The same fifty minutes I had been doing every Thursday for the last five months.The door to his office opened right on time.“Clara,” Dr. Reid said. “Come on in.”His voice was the same as always, it was low and controlled. He stepped aside to let me pass. I caught the clean scent of his cologne as I walked by. It smelt woody and expensive.The office looked exactly the way it always did. It had soft lamp light, two armchairs angled toward each other, the long dark couch against the wall, a low table with a box of tissues placed precisely in the c
Chapter 4 - The Truth I scrambled off the bed, my heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. My hands flew to my neck, feeling the birthmark that had betrayed me. The concealer had worn off during our frantic sex, leaving the mark exposed. "Gabriel, please," I said, my voice trembling. "Let me explain." "Explain what?" His voice was ice cold, his eyes boring into me with an intensity that made me want to shrink into the floor. "Explain how you pretended to be your own sister? How you let me fuck you thinking you were someone else?" I reached for him, but he stepped back, disgust flickering across his features. "Please," I begged, tears welling in my eyes. "I couldn't help it. I've wanted you for so long. Ever since Sienna first brought you home, I've been losing my mind over you. I watch you together, and I imagine what it would be like to have your hands on me. Your mouth on me. Your cock inside me." His jaw tightened, but he didn't interrupt. "I know it's wrong,"
Chapter 3 - The Cheat The door clicked open and I stepped inside, my heart hammering against my ribs. The apartment smelled like Gabriel’s cologne. Sienna was asleep, tired from her trip completely unaware of my plans. I slipped into her room. Her dress… one of her favourite dresses, and I pulled it on, the fabric sliding over my skin. It belonged to me. I'd even borrowed her perfume. The birthmark on the back of my neck was the only tell. I'd covered it with concealer, checking the mirror three times to make sure it was invisible. Now I stood at Gabriel's door, my hand raised to knock. My pulse was already racing, my palms slick with sweat. This was insane. This was wrong. But this was exactly what I wanted. I knocked. The door swung open, and there he was. Gabriel, with his shirt half-unbuttoned and his hair slightly disheveled. He looked surprised to see me, then pleased. "Sienna," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I thought you were going to rest tonight.
Chapter 2 - The Plan The morning of their Paris trip arrived with a cruel brightness that matched my foul mood. I stood at the window, watching as Gabriel loaded their luggage into the car. Sienna fluttered around him like a butterfly, her laughter carrying through the open door. "Are you sure you don't want to come?" Sienna asked, pouting at me from the doorway. "It's going to be fun.” I forced a smile, the lie already forming on my lips. "I don't want to be a third wheel, Sienna. This is your trip. Your moment. I'd just be in the way." She hugged me tightly, and I felt a pang of guilt immediately. "You're never in the way, Mia. But I understand. We'll bring you back something amazing." "Have fun," I said, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. "Send me pictures." I watched them drive away, the car disappearing around the corner. I wandered through the apartment, finally sinking into the cushions, my mind replaying scenarios of him. I wanted him. God, I wanted him so b
Chapter 1 - The Third WheelI watched them from across the living room, my glass of wine pressed against my lips but never quite making it to my mouth. Sienna was practically draped over Gabriel on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as she laughed at something he'd said.He was gorgeous. That was the problem. Tall, with dark hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck, and warm eyes. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass, and when he smiled, dimples appeared that made my stomach do uncomfortable flips.I hated him for it. I hated how easily he'd captured my sister's heart, how she glowed whenever he walked into a room. But more than that, I hated how much I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her."Mia, you're being quiet tonight," Sienna said, her voice pulling me from my thoughts. She tilted her head, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder. "Everything okay?"I forced a smile. "Just tired. Long day at work."Gabr
Chapter 5 - The Bargain The morning sun streamed through the tall windows as I moved through the house with practiced efficiency. Breakfast had been served, the dishes cleared, and Victoria had departed for her meeting with barely a glance in my direction. Soon I heard footsteps on the stairs. Alexander, preparing to leave for his own appointments. I waited until the sound faded, then made my way up the staircase toward the master bedroom. The door was slightly open. I pushed it open and stepped inside. Alexander stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting his tie. He caught my reflection in the glass and his hands stilled. "Sarah," he said, his voice flat. "What are you doing here?” I didn't answer. Instead, I walked past him and sat down on the edge of his bed. I crossed my legs, smoothing my uniform skirt, and looked up at him with a calm I didn't entirely feel. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, turning to face me. I tilted my head, a small smile playing at m







