Falling In Love With Therapist Novels & Stories

Fuck. He should have shut down his laptop but he was already pulled into the world of pleasure she had on full display for any one who cared to watch. He navigated to one more video and instantly regretted it. It was a video of a gang bang and watching the male actors take turns with her, stretching her out and bending her in every position conceivable by the human mind filled him with a silent rage. What made it worse was the fact that she obviously enjoyed every bit of it, bobbing her head up and down the shaft of one’s cock, having another stretch out and pound her pussy, another pull her nipples and another stand watching all the action while jerking off and releasing his cum all over he

he said. Her gaze searched his. “The way you actually deserve to be loved.” Her lips trembled slightly. “Lucas… I don't....” He reached up, his fingers brushing gently against her skin. “You can,” he said softly. “And you will.” She shook her head faintly. “I need you.” “And that’s the problem,” he murmured. His hand lingered against her cheek. “You need therapy,” he repeated quietly. “I need you to go.” She hesitated, then asked in a small voice, “And what if… I fall out of love with you?”

He cupped her face, looking passionately into her eyes. “I never hated you. I just...” “It took me time to realize how important you are to me.” He caressed her cheeks. “As your unqualified therapist.” She smiled tenderly. “You don’t need that fucking degree to fix me. I am already fixed when you are next to me.” Did he just share a glimpse of his heart? “Indeed, my therapist harassed and tried to kiss me when I was asleep.” He covered it promptly. She pushed him back. “I didn’t... I was just trying to...”

"Then take all of it. Not the data. Not the frequency. Take the weight off me." I kissed him. It wasn't a kiss of hope. It was a kiss of absolute, visceral war. I poured everything I had into it—the smell of the cedar cabin, the taste of the coffee he made, the way his hand felt on my waist when he thought I was asleep. I used my resonance not to heal the machine, but to scald it. I wanted to burn the "Director" out with the sheer, explicit heat of the man who loved me. At first, he was a statue. Unyielding. Hard. But then, I felt it.

“That’s not the only thing love is.” He stares at me as if the concept is foreign. So I say it, quietly, deliberately, like placing a suture: “Love is also staying. Love is also choosing not to become a monster even when you’re terrified.” Dawson’s eyes shine, and he looks away like he’s ashamed of the wetness gathering. “Therapist would like you,” I add softly. A breathy laugh escapes him, small and broken. “Yeah? Think so?” “I do,” I whisper. “Because you’re trying.”

"You think I didn't try before? She feels too big to see one, and she just wants to believe there's nothing wrong with her." I nod. "I was that way too. But later on, I met a therapist." Her brows furrow. "You did? How come I had no idea?" I flash her a faint smile. "I didn't meet one officially or even a licensed one at that." She arches an eyebrow, then a mischievous smirk crept up her face. "Don't tell me you're talking about love. You fell in love with Yana, and she healed you?" I chuckle. "That's not it."

Deep down, Fatima knew she was still in love with him. “The way you spoke about Mr. Kingston, especially your time in Paris…” The therapist leaned forward. “Am I sensing what I think I’m sensing? You have feelings for him too.” Fatima finally let go of all the drama and listened to her heart. After a second, she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. She was in love with Ian too and this is completely fucked up.

Chapter 134 JAXON’S POV Her lips were moving but I wasn't listening. Partly because my shoulder still hurt like shit after being slammed into by another player on the rink last week. Also because I was wondering what it would feel like to slide my dick between those rosy red lips of hers. It started out as an innocent fascination by my therapistㅡ Doctor Trina. Then, it progressed into an obsession that continued to eat at me. Day by day, it got harder, staying in the same office as her during our therapy sessions.

“You’re freezing, he said roughly. “Sit down, that’s what you need right now.” He led me to the therapy couch and settled me gently. I shook badly from the cold and nerves. “I ruined everything,” I whispered, rain and tears mixing on my face. “I made you cross lines, and now you have to get rid of me. I know that as a therapist, you aren't meant to have a sexual relationship with your patient. I pushed you to the wall, I'm very sorry.” He knelt in front of me and cupped my cheeks gently. “Listen to me,” he said firmly. “You didn’t ruin anything, look at me, Liana.”

***He's dangerous.*** My hands lap my thighs, shaking lightly. The dark room is only lit by the fluorescent light above my head. A few meters from my stead, my therapist, Dr. Sarah, sits and gauges my reaction. What I just discovered makes me worried yet the feelings I felt the first day we met still swim through me. The tingles that drove around my body when his lips touched my knuckles hours ago. I love the feeling I felt. I love how his lips smeared across my skin and it makes me wonder how will his cock smear the wetness I felt down my pussy to my entrance and clit. I’ve never harbored such thoughts before now.