Then the toy in my pussy starts vibrating too, pulsing as if it’s moving in and out. Oh fuck. This can’t be happening.
“I… um, I think… Would you excuse me… for just a moment,” I say as the vibrations in my ass intensify and heat begins to build in my gut.
“What’s that noise?” Ryan asks, and I think I just died inside.
I swallow and try to act unfazed, as if I’m not feeling anything. As if every nerve ending isn’t alight with pleasure. “I’m, uh, it’s probably just a phone in another room.”
“No, that’s not it. Is it coming from you? Do you need to get that?”
“No!” I cry. “I’m sorry, I need to… I’ll just be a minute.”
I push to a stand, but the vibrations and pulsing motions build to an unbearable tempo. I grab the back of my chair to stop my knees from buckling, and then Ryan’s arms are there, catching me, not letting me fall.
“I think you need to lie down,” he says as I bite my lip to hold in my moans.
I shake my head and go to move again, but he holds me tighter. Sparks of electricity thrum over my skin, and the dichotomy of pleasure mixed with unbridled fear has me shaking.
“Ryan,” I groan, pushing him away without putting my strength into it. He doesn’t move. Sweat beads on my temples at trying to hold back from coming right here in my patient’s arms. I’m failing.
“Or maybe you need something else?” he whispers, his voice filled with a dark taunt. I squeeze my eyes shut as the pleasure intensifies. Sweat rolls down my spine as I force myself to resist the need to come. He’s my patient. I can’t do this.
Yes, you can,that voice in my head snarls.Give in.
“I need...”
“Yes?” he asks, his hand moving to my jaw. “Tell me what you need. Let megive it to you.”
I can’t hold back the moan anymore.
“I need you to leave,” I say. “I’m not well. I… I’m sick. I…” My eyes roll back as another wave of pleasure passes over me.
“Can I help?”
“No!” I practically shout, then wince because this isn’t his fault. Why the hell did I agree to this? “Please, can you reschedule with Charlotte? I need to… I can’t continue.”
A look of disappointment mars his handsome face, and guilt mixes with everything else I’m feeling. Then the vibrations stop completely, and my body slumps, the sweat coating my skin turning cold. “I’m so sorry. Charlotte will reschedule you.”
Ryan nods and tells me to feel better before leaving the office, and I collapse back into my chair. The weight of shame presses down on me, and tears prick my eyes. Do I want to belong so much that I’m willing to sacrifice my career and give up my professionalism?
Absolutely not.
And why the hell did my masked man put me in this position? He knows how important my job is to me. Oh God, I hope Ryan believed I was physically sick and not just sick in the head.
I need order.
I can’t defer my power to another. Not when he won’t respect that I cannot let apatientsee me like that. Especially not a patient who is undeniably the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life. Someone I was about an inch away from begging to fuck me.
I’ll refer Ryan out at our next session. I can’t ever be in this situation again.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ryan
I drive straight to the nearest wooded area and park. It’s too fucking far away from Maya to feel comfortable—and way too close to the city—but I need to run. I need to let my wolf out before he literally claws his way free.
I’ve fucked up. So fucking badly. Why do I keep fucking up so much? I thought being close to orgasm in my presence would force her to acknowledge the truth. That the patient she shuts down is the same man she lets fuck her relentlessly, and that neither of us is actually a man at all. I’m an alpha wolf and she is a cat.
I’m barely out of the car before my wolf forces the shift. My bones crack and elongate as fur bursts from my arms. My teeth lengthen and gnash, and a guttural roar escapes me, so loud that every bird in this forest flocks to the sky. Then I’m off. My paws pound the ground as I race around trees and jump over undergrowth.
