I made a few notes, but mostly I procrastinated by scrolling through photos of Megan I found online. Looking at her, I felt a visceral urge to go back and mark her skin with every whip at my disposal.
The flight was delayed, so I patched into the virtual meeting from the jet to grill the team on deadlines and projected completion dates for the new hubs.
Long hours later, the atmosphere of Delhi began to make its presence felt. It has always been one of the most breathtaking places I’ve visited, despite the legendary traffic.
Upon landing, I was greeted by a delegation—two high-level clients and a university director—who escorted me to a helicopter that would fly us directly to the hotel. I gracefully accepted the marigold garland and greeted the directors waiting for the official briefing.
As they began presenting their research and development milestones, a sudden image flashed in my mind, making my heart skip a beat: Megan, standing before a mirror in a dark green midi dress, asking if I approved of the outfit—since it was the only one that hid the marks I'd left on her chest.
Marks I’d burned into her skin while she moaned my name.
"I want to emphasize that we recognize the sacred importance of Indian waters," I said, snapping back into my professional mask. "It is a privilege to do business here. I’m impressed by the solutions you’ve proposed for a country with such profound social needs."
"Undoubtedly, Kelsey," Jameela replied, the technology coordinator at a local university. "With the partnership between the port authority, Calama, and the federal government, we will see significant progress in the expansion of the Jawaharlal Nehru Port."
Four hours of intense debate followed. By the end, we decided to double our investments in science, technology, urban planning, tourism, and social communication.
Our goal was to revitalize the entire port region, creating multiple development hubs centered around the pillar of foreign trade.
I posed for photos with students dressed in vibrant saris. They invited me to visit the university’s tech center to see their energy generation models in action, and I found myself genuinely looking forward to it.
#21
"Eu já te conheço, é fácil de notar. Fica transparente ver no seu olhar. O que está passando na sua cabeça" Dilsinho
The hotel room feels far more serene than it actually is. I take a few deep breaths, forcing myself to let go of the tension coiled in my neck. I stretch from side to side, resting a hand at the base of my skull.
In the shower, I feel the faint ache where Kelsey’s hands pressed, squeezed, and claimed me. I lean my head against the cool tile, thinking about what she said about surrendering and letting the body relax.
With my eyes closed and the water cascading over my shoulders, I find myself smiling. A while later, I’m at my laptop, adjusting my posture to better focus on my therapist's questions.
Even after I’ve summarized my week, she continues to probe.
"How does it feel, Megan? Ending a marriage, accepting a massive career leap, and going on a date all within a few months?"
"I'm still in the process of understanding everything. Sometimes I think Peter is going to show up saying he's pregnant and wants child support." I put my hand on my forehead and laugh in disbelief. "You know, it's not possible for the stars to align like that. That's why I asked Sarki to monitor him. I feel light, free... but as if he were an anchor with a long rope. Ready to pull my body down.
"And what will it take to finally cut that rope?"
"For him to fully commit to his new family."
"You’re avoiding the subject, but I see where you’re going,"she says, offering a small smile."That rope... it left you free enough to get involved with a stranger. To have sex with her. To use your words from the start of the session" she glances at her notes."you haven't felt so desired in years. Even if you find it strange that she was interested in you long before you met."
"It’s the feeling of coming home, even if it’s a hotel, and being able to kick off my heels and walk around in my pajamas without my ex-husband complaining that the staff might see me. Free enough to want to invite her assistant over for a glass of wine."
"And this woman... the assistant. What caught your eye?"How much I hate the pen she's holding, just because she has no idea what she's writing down... I adjust my posture because of the annoying sound of the pen on the paper.
"She’s beautiful, brilliant, and effortlessly sensual. She and Kelsey share that trait, though Kelsey is younger and Vanessaexudes a certain maturity. And her voice... she has a stunning body, too."
"You mentioned the voice again."
"I like firm voices. They make me feel... secure."
"Do they make you feel safe?"I nod."How was it to leave your pleasure in someone else's hands?"I adjust myself in the chair, she notices my posture and writes something else down.
"It was different. She knew exactly what she was doing. I didn't have a choice."
"Did you enjoy being submissive?"
