After Frank finished screaming at me for ruining everything, I called my therapist and begged her for an emergency appointment. She had given me her home address and told me she would see me.
“I fucked up.” I admitted, my voice sounded ragged.
“How so?” She sat on the coffee table in front of me and placed her tiny hand on my knee.
“I attacked Melanie…”
She pulled her hand back with an apprehensive look.
“Can you elaborate?” she asked slowly.
“We had a meeting today with the lawyers, and it didn’t go well… she’s pregnant and was hiding it. I thought I’d be able to use that to make her stay—I was wrong. Anyway, I followed her into the bathroom to beg her to give us another chance. I don’t know what I was thinking, but when she told me it was over, that there wasn’t anything I could do about it, I panicked.” I looked away, feeling pathetic. “I kissed her.”
Her shoulders relaxed and she gave a wry laugh, “I wouldn’t call that an attack, Ben. Inappropriate and stupid, perhaps, but not violent.”
“They’re going to get a restraining order against me,” I mumbled.
“It’ll be temporary.” She shrugged. "You'll have a chance to fight it later. Nothing that you can do about it tonight." She paused and ran her eyes down my body. “I’m more interested in whatIcan do to help you feel better.” She put her hand back on my knee with a flirty smile. “I’d like to distract you--silence the chaos in your mind-- give you back some control.”
I thought about what she was offering for a moment. I did not doubt that Melanie was done with me, and if what Frank said was true… There was a good chance I could end up in jail.
Kellie was right, I needed to take back some control.
“Get undressed.” I snarled the command with more disgust than I had intended. I wasn’t disgusted by her, but by myself.
Kellie froze for half a beat—just long enough for me to register the sharpness in my voice. Then she rose, her expression unreadable, and pulled her shirt off. The air seemed to change with every quiet motion she made, heavier, humming with something I wasn’t sure I wanted but couldn’t stop wanting. I watched with growing nausea as she slipped her fingers into her waistband and shimmied her pants down. She was completely bare underneath, no panties, no hair, just the gleam of her arousal on smooth skin.
I reminded myself it wasn’t about her—it was about control. About reclaiming something I’d lost long before tonight. She stepped closer, close enough that her perfume and arousal reached me—warm, expensive, deliberate, a little musky.
Her fingers brushed my collar, a light, testing touch. “This what you wanted?” she asked softly.
No.
“On your knees.”
The words came out rough, almost broken, nothing like the man I’d been pretending to be. She tilted her head and ran a finger down my cheek.
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was husky, and she sank to her knees without looking away. “Anything that helps you forget.” She added, and I sucked in a breath.
I want to forget.
I slowly unclasped my belt, and she helped me slide my pants down my legs until they hit my shoes. My erection strained against my boxers as I watched her pull my feet out of my shoes and carelessly throw them to the side. Then she ran one nail along the band of my boxers with a gleam in her eyes.
“Can I taste you, Sir?” She licked her lips suggestively.
“Yes.” I said gruffly and shoved my hand into her hair. “Impress me.”
She freed my throbbing length from my boxers and licked off the drop of precum that had formed on the tip. Then she wrapped her lips around me and swirled her tongue around the head. I groaned at the sensation and felt my cock twitch.
“More.”
Her moan vibrated down my length as she slid her lips down until I could feel the heat from her nose on my pelvis.
“Fuckkk,” I stared down and took note of how her lips had stretched thin around me. Her eyes were filled with tears, and a trail of drool followed her lips as she bobbed up and down.“I’m going to fuck your mouth now.” I growled and waited for her to nod.
It was clear that it wasn’t her first time surrendering control to a dom. She relaxed her throat just before my tip pushed past her tonsils and held perfectly still as I tested her reaction to a little air play.
She likes it.I realized when she didn’t make a sound. I felt the familiar tingle in my lower back and the tightening in my balls.
