“This is your therapy session, Ryan. Not mine,” she says, redirecting me back to focus on myself the way she always does when she’s in therapist mode.
“Of course. My apologies,” I say, though I can’t hold back my smirk completely. “It’s what I want. I want to be able to confide all my secrets. I want to build trust so we can open up and share everything.”
I’m rattling her. My kitten wants to submit, but she’s trying to control this environment. She thinks she has to call the shots for her patients. But she’s wrong when it comes to me.
Her composure is slipping. And I can wait as long as I have to.
Chapter Twenty-One
Maya
My head was spinning so much after my session with Ryan that I had to cancel the rest of my day. I hate rescheduling, but it’s necessary. It’s not fair having my patients pay to speak to me when I can’t be present for them. I’ve already instructed Charlotte to adjust my schedule going forward so Ryan is the last appointment of the day. I can’t let this happen again and affect my other patients.
What I can’t understand is why it’s happening in the first place.
Damn it. Why does that man still evoke such potent feelings in me? And what the hell was he talking about? It’s like heknows. But he can’t. There’s no way. I’m so careful not to show my strength. I never let anyone see how quickly I heal. With the exception of Friday night, I’ve kept it all under wraps for years. I haven’t…
No. There’s no way. None at all. He wasn’t being literal. I’m reading too much into everything.
After scrubbing my office of his scent—that now seems scarily similar to the masked man—I spend time practicing grounding exercises before giving up and deciding to head home for the day. That voice pushes me to notice the scent, but I push it back down.I can’t do this. I can’t let the voice win. Can’t let it take over and put everyone at risk.
Breathe in for four seconds.
Hold for four seconds.
Out for four seconds.
Hold for four seconds.
I can do this.I am in control.
Unlocking my front door, I’m strangely not met by the barks and howls of my dogs. My heart thunders in my chest as I race through my home only to find them surroundinghim. He lounges lazily on my couch, wearing dark dress pants, a fitted gray shirt and, of course, a mask. It’s a different one today—black material that covers his mouth and obscures his eyes. My pussy is throbbing already.
If it weren’t for the mask, he would look right at home. Even with the mask, he looks at home. His arms are draped over the back of the couch, his legs spread with one foot resting on his other knee.
“You’re home early, Kitten.”
“Uh… yes. I um… yes,” I stammer, unsure what it is exactly that has me feeling so guilty or like I need to explain myself. He’s the one who somehow got into my house without a key or a conversation.
“Looks like you need me to take your mind off something. Take your clothes off,” he orders in that deliciously demanding tone of his. It leaves my mind gloriously blank and has me complying instantly. Unbuttoning my blouse, I allow the silky fabric to slide off my shoulders. Next, I shimmy out of my pencil skirt and unhook my bra, letting that drop to the floor too. I kick off my heels, and then finally, I peel my lace panties and stockings down my legs, leaving my body completely bare.
He pushes to a stand and walks over to me, pausing only to pick up my clothes and fold them. He keeps me standing on edge, waiting for his attention to return to me. My skin thrums with anticipation and desire.
“Upstairs,” he says, finally angling his face toward me again. I feel his stare on my ass as I ascend and put a little extra sway in my hips. His warm hands land on them as soon as we reach the top of the stairs, and tingles surge where his skin connects with mine. God, I need this. I need him to stop my spiraling thoughts and that monstrous voice in my head from taking over.
I need to descend into the floaty high of subspace where I can switch off from everything else. He runs his nose up my neck before circling me and walking backward, planting himself on the edge of the bed.
“Crawl to me.”
My breath hitches, but I drop to my knees instinctively and then fold forward onto my hands. Butterflies swarm in my stomach, and a slight tremor runs through my body. Everything feels uncertain,and I need to know what’s going to happen in some ways, but in others, I find myself trusting him to know what I need.
My pussy throbs and clenches, and I’m sure I’m dripping with need. But my mind is gloriously blank of all thoughts beyond wondering what’s going to happen next. I crawl until I’m kneeling in front of him, gazing up through my lashes.
My eyes track the outline of his hard length stretching down his thigh, and my mouth waters. I want to taste him so badly. He strokes a hand down my face before cupping my jaw and angling my face up.
The power dynamic of him fully clothed and masked while I’m naked and exposed sends a thrill through me.
“Tell me what happened today,” he asks in a tone filled with care and affection. Far too much for someone I don’t really know. I’m not sure how to answer him. I’m not sure if I could even answer myself.
