“I need more information,” she finally answers, breaking the thick silence between us. “In what capacity are you requesting my assistance?”
“I would like to see if I’m able to find the emotional release I need as a submissive.” I swallow down a thick gulp of air before I tell her the next part. I think my right ankle is sweating. Is that even a thing? “I’d like for you to be the Dominant.”
“Demetria,” she scoffs. “I couldn’t. Aside from it being extremely unethical, I think you have the wrong idea of me and what I’m capable of.”
My eyes roll quickly at her response. “Oh, please. I’m not an idiot. You can’t convince me you don’t know how to be a Dominant after how you talked about it in our last session. I know arousal when I see it and you were definitely turned on at the thought of a woman on her knees. Now imagine that woman is me. We can keep it transactional. I can be that for you and you can help me find the release I need so badly.” I pause to let my words sink in, then continue. “You’re the only one I trust enough to be this vulnerable with.”
Her green eyes are darker than usual as she glares into me like she’s searching my soul for any hint that I’m playing some fucked up game with her. I’m most definitely not. I want this and I need it to be with her.
“If you don’t want to do it, I’ll understand,” I mutter quietly. I want her to say yes, but I don’t want her to feel like she can’t say no. “There’s got to be someone out there that can help me. I’m sure I can find someone.”
Okay, maybe I don’t play fair, after all.
Her pupils widen at my words and I could swear I heard a hint of a growl escape her lips. “If I do this–”
“Anything,” I interrupt hastily.
The huff of air she releases is measured and heavy as both brows furrow. “Demetria.”
“Pleaaase,” I beg.
“If I do this, I cannot see you in the office. You understand that, right?”
I’m pretty sure I just glitched. Is she about to say yes?
“I–I, um… I understand that!” My hands cup my face, in a poor attempt at hiding my excitement. My heart is pounding a thousand miles a minute. If I thought I could get away with screaming in such a public place, I would.
She straightens once again and crosses her arms over her chest, her face now flat as she assesses me. Stoic and stern Dr. Adler has returned and my lady parts are officially a puddle of goo.
“If we’re going to do this, you should know I’ll have high expectations. Do you think you can handle that, Demetria?” She raises a brow, waiting for my reply.
“Yeah, of course!”
“The correct response would be, ‘Yes, Ma’am’.”Oh, fuck.“And I’d think twice before you roll your eyes at me again.”
13
Raegan
About Another Four Months Later…
Life certainly has a way of making you question your morals. If you’d told younger Raegan, that in the future, she’s going to be a married woman who hasn’t seen her husband in twenty years while also being a Domme and girlfriend to a woman twelve years her junior, who also used to be her patient, she’d probably think you were bananas.
Yet, here I am.
I don’t have the bandwidth to think about the man whom I share a last name with right now, especially when I have my darling girl all trussed up and waiting for me in the other room. I can hear her breathy whimpers from here. God, that sound goes straight to my already throbbing clit.
If I’m being truthful with myself, I’d been attracted to her since the moment she walked in my door seeking solace and help navigating the trauma her parents inflicted upon her when they cut ties. All because she told them she’s gay. Can you fucking imagine? I can, actually. This world is full of cruel creatures thatonly think of themselves. I should know. I’ve seen more cruelty–in one form or another–in my life than anyone should.
I had no choice but to keep my desire to myself. I took an oath to do no harm, after all. Getting involved with a patient is seen as one of the most harmful things a doctor–or therapist, in my case–can do.
I meant what I said in our last official appointment together. She’d made so much progress, but every time her real emotions started to bubble to the surface, she’d shut them down and shove them back to wherever they came from. Nothing I was doing was helping her to get over that one last hurdle, so she could finally be free. My suggestions were honest and sincere.
Although, I may have been a little more sincere with one of the options and unfortunately, she caught it.
She caught it and capitalized on it.
Then she waltzed into my favorite bar, where I was talking to my sister about her jackass of a husband, and offered herself to me on a silver platter.
