“Yes,” I nodded eagerly. “With both men and women! And it drives me crazy!”
“You have?” he said in surprise.
“Yes.” I could feel the heat spread in my core as I allowed my mind to wander over the memory of the past few days and what I had really seen of her.
“You’ve seen her with others?” he probed, a definite edge to his voice now.
“I didn’t mean to, it was an accident,” I said earnestly, my gaze locking with his and seeing what I hoped to be the heat of arousal reflected there. Not so unaffected now are we, Doctor? Unless the heat stemmed more from embarrassment...
“An accident?”
“Yes, I stumbled upon Daddy and his friends the other night, they were having some kind of orgy” — my eyes widened over the word and I clenched my hands together over my lower belly — “I just couldn’t help it, I had to watch ... all of it! I saw them having sex, her and this other woman and another man ... I just can’t get it out of my mind. My body burns with a need so strong, I want to...”
He coughed gently.
“I’m sorry, Dr Tate, I shouldn’t even be saying these things,” I said, dropping my gaze to my hands to show I was suitably mortified.
“No, no, child, it’s fine. It is important that you talk through these feelings.”
“But I want to do things to myself constantly, while I think about her and these strangers,” I said, parting my hands to trail my fingers across my lower belly, the move subtle but my intent clear and obvious to his watchful eye. “I imagine they are on me, doing things to me, again and again. I know it’s wrong but I just can’t help it.”
In the periphery of my vision, I could see him shift in his seat, his head rolling against the collar of his shirt, indicating his growing discomfort. I just needed to work out whether mounting arousal was to blame or if he was sincerely embarrassed by my tale. I hadn’t really considered the possibility that he wouldn’t be as sordid as the rest of them...
“Well,” — he cleared his throat again — “this sounds perfectly normal, Abi, seeing her in such a sexual situation would explain why you now have such feelings toward her.”
“But that’s just part of the problem. I had these feelings before I even suspected this side of her ... and now I’ve seen them ... well, I just can’t get enough! The real crux of the matter is that no amount of making myself come can help me get past it.”
My eyes shot to his, eager to catch his reaction. And I wasn’t disappointed. His eyes flashed darkly, his hand dropping to his upper thigh — a discrete attempt to conceal his crotch, I hoped!
“How many times a week would you say you’re enjoying yourself in this way?” he asked, his eyes flicking frequently to my fingers as I continued to caress my lower belly.
“A week?” I laughed softly. “It’s at least twice a day, Doctor. Like I said, it’s not normal, it’s consuming me.”
“I see,” he said thickly.
“What am I to do?” I whispered in desperation.
“Have you considered working through this with a partner?”
“Like who, Dr Tate? I don’t want a relationship with another woman. I can’t very well go to her and I’m not sure a man would be able to do anything with me when she is all I think about.”
He studied me intently, his eyes beginning to burn with mounting passion as he took in my restless state and wandering fingers.
“I’d like to try something, Abi,” he said eventually. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded, looking up at him in wide-eyed innocence. “Completely, Dr Tate, you know me better than anyone.”
He swallowed hard. “That’s good to hear, now close your eyes.”
I did as he asked and heard him move away. Where was he going?
The faint click of my door being locked answered that question and I listened intently as he moved about the room, every sense heightened as I strained to hear.
“Now take a deep steadying breath, Abi,” his voice was right next to me once more. “That’s it, just like I have taught you.”
I inhaled deeply, aware of my breasts inflating with the move, and I imagined his eyes hungrily drinking me in, freed of the constraints of having me watch him.
“There’s a good girl, now when you’re ready why don’t you tell me what you see when you think of her?” he said softly. “One of your fantasies perhaps?”
