Cheat

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 7✪8

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The low rumble of his voice against my skin made my body respond instantly.

"Is this how he did it in your dreams?" He whispered, his hand moving down to cup my b**bs while the other traced a steady path down my thigh. The more it move down, the more my breath caught and my p#ssy pulsed.

I was trapped in him, drîpping as hell. He hadn’t even done much, and I couldn't form a coherent thought. My head fell back against his ch£st in a silent surrender. 

As his lips traced a hot path down the column of my neck, his hand slîpped under my skïrt, playing with the hem of my p@nties before slîding lower, circling the damp fabric of my p@nties. 

I bit my lip, stopping a mo@n from slîpping out, as my £yes fluttered shut. This wasn’t therapy, at least not the kind I’d ever known, but yeah I preferred this.

“His hands,” I breathed, the words spilling out of me,“they were t£asing… his t£eth biting harder on my nîppl£s…”

I didn't know why I was explaining this, but I needed to feel it in reality. I needed his t0uch to erase the phantom one from my dreams.

His teeth grazed the tender spot on my neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make me gasp. At the same moment, his other hand, which had been cüpping my b00bs, pressed and kneaded so perfectly I saw stars behind my eyelids. 

Then my p@nties moved aside, and the jolt of his hand on my p#ssy made me shiver. My legs parted on their own, an instinctual response to grant him complete access to expl0re me. 

He turned me to face him, my head tipping back. My hands clutched his shoulders, nails dîgging into his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me steady.

I felt myself dr_ipping, an embarrassing, wanton slickness that welcomed his fingers.

He gro@ned against my neck, a raw, masculine sound of approval that made my knees weaken. His fingers grazed my cl.ît with a torturous touch that made me arched helplessly against his hand

A loud, shameless mo.@n ripped from my thr0at. “uhm…”

He smirked, his second h@nd spre@ding firmly on my w@ist to hold me still. His lîps traced my n£ck down to my collarbone, his fingers only circling my c.lît, avoiding the one place I desperately needed him. 

I was crumbling against him, "Please," I begged, my breath heavy. "I n£ed... I n£ed you to..." 

"To?" he murmured, his voice filled with a control I desperately lacked. His fing£r dipped lower, skating through my w£tness, circling my £ntrance but never, ever pressing in. The promise of it was a sweet agony.

"You want me to f#ck you right here? Against the door? Did he do that?" The vulg@rity, the danger of it, sent a new wave of heat through me. I was beyond out of words. I could only press my hîps down, trying to force his fing£r inside me. He let out a dark, delicious chuckle, then removed his hand entirely. 

A sob of frustration caught in my throat. I felt empty, aching, d£prived. But he wasn't done. He held me in place so I could look at him, his eyes burning with a predatory hung£r that should have scared me but It only turned me on the more. 

"If you don't mind, say the word and I'll do you the favor of strîpping you right here, pin you against this door and let you have my dîçk for free."

F#ck, that was exactly what I wanted, but could I admit that?

Still in my own thoughts, his thumb found my c.lît again, this time with direct, relentless pressure, rûbbing tight, swîft circles that made my vision blur and my body shiver.

"Since you're still in denial... Let me find you your answers," he whispered, his gaze locked on mine, watching me unravel. "I'll only make you hungry. So you'd know you can't hold back." 

His words barely registered because the only thing I could think about was the building pr£ssure, the coiling tightn£ss in my belly, the feel of his £xpert fing£rs working me toward a cliff I was desperate to jump from. 

"Help," I gasped before I could stop myself, my fingers clutching at his arms. "I think I n££d you." 

"You think?"

I felt his smirk by the sudden puff of breath that hit my lips.

"Did he kîßß you?" 

His voice came again a second before his mouth crashed down on mine. It wasn't a kiss of tenderness; it was a claiming, devouring kiss. His tongue dr0ve into me, f#cking my mouth the way his fing£rs still denied my cuñt. I was right on the edge, my body clenching, desperate for releas£—

I needed him to fing£r-f#ck me until I screamed, but instead his hand slïd lower, just enough to dîp into my s0aked entrance, scooping up the w£tness without giving me what I craved.

He withdrew his glistening fing£rs and brought them to his nose, inhaling with a shamel£ss smirk.

"Smells good." 

Then took the fing£rs to his lips, never breaking eye contact, and slowly suçked them clean. 

"Hm, healthy and clean."

The filthy sight made my p#ssy throb, my whole body burning so h0t I thought I’d explode right there.

"That's all for today," he said, his voice rough as gravel. "Now you know what you're missing. Now you'll dream of my t0uch instead of his. And you'll come back tomorrow because you need me to finish what I started cause you badly want to c#m on my fing£rs, face and in my mouth" 

He stepped back, adjusting his clothes with an infuriating calmness, while I stood there, a trembling, w£t, frustrated mess, completely and utterly ruin£d. He had made his point. 

I was hungry. 

I wanted to curse at him but, the door slammed open so violently that I jumped, spinning around before I could say anything. A man stormed in, his face twisted with fury. His eyes locked on me for a brief second before shifting to Doctor Jeffery.

"You b@stard!" he roared, his fist connecting with Jeffery’s jaw in one clean strike, the crack echoing through the room.

I took a step back, shocked, my heart racing.

Jeffery’s head snapped to the side, bl00d trailing from his lip, but his expression didn’t change. He didn’t look hurt, didn’t even look angry. It seemed he was used to this. He touched the bl00d at the corner of his mouth and smiled calmly.

"Can’t believe a good taste was just replaced by the taste of metal," he murmured, licking the bl00d from his lip as though it were nothing more than wine.

"You dared to ask my wife to che@t on me?" the man shouted, shaking with rage. His fists were ready for another strike. 

Jeffrey raised his hand lazily, as if silencing a child. To my shock, the man stopped where he stood, trembling but unable to move forward.

"I don’t advise my patients to ch£at," Jeffrey started. "I advise them to walk away from what shackles them."

I blinked as I watch his eyes narrowed, turning dark and merciless.

"Tell me, are you a husband? Or just a jailer? Why tie someone down if you can’t even satisfy her soul, let alone her body?"

The man’s face twisted, words caught in his throat, but Jeffery kept talking, each sentence meaner.

"I don’t free them for you. I free them for themselves. So if your wife looks at me and sees salvation… then perhaps you should ask yourself why.".

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