by Elisa Riley
"It's around midnight and you're stranded out on the street. If I drove up to you and told you I'd give you a ride, would you trust me? Remember, Pretend as if you didn't know me." Chloe knew better than to get into a car with a stranger. Trust had a big effect on her every aspect of life. After going through those long and horrendous years, She learned not to keep an open trust relationship with people. She couldn't trust People after that, and certainly this rule goes for Robert.
"No. No, I wouldn't get into the car with you, Nor would I trust you." The bluntness in her voice never fazed Robert, For he has read her profile too many times to count and figured out how she worked. She was just an impeccably damaged person with problems that stirred her into being the way she is now. And because he was starting to learn her from cover to cover, The sinful thought of manipulation was starting to work in his favor.
"What if you were Hanging on the edge of a death dropping cliff. I stick my hand out for you to take, Would you trust me?"
Those were two totally different concepts of trust, whether it being it was someone who was trying to give her a ride, or someone who was saving her from her plunging death.
"I would trust you, of course I would." Her answer made Robert smile.
He stood behind her, staring at her plaid skirt that showed more than it should. Her school uniform was supposed to be in favor of the dress code, but It only made her figure look better than it did. Her bust was tight against the white material and Her skirt was far too short. Her high knee socks made her legs look long and slender. She was truly a beauty, but it was only her who didn't believe it.
Robert groaned, mentally picturing Chloe bending over his desk, Her ass on full show as he fucked her in nothing but her school uniform. It was just a mere fantasy he had, but most likely he knew it was bound to happen if he played his cards right.
He stood behind Chloe, his large hands gliding down to her hips as he held her gently. He slowly pressed himself against her, hearing her breathing get more erratic as his right hand traveled in front of the waist band of her skirt. Chloe knew what he was aiming for, she wasn't stupid. She knew he looked at her for sex, she knew that if she let this continue on he could lose his job if they ever got caught, yet, she didn't tell him to stop.
"trust is a big word, huh?" Robert's voice was low, humming against the shell of her ear as he slipped his hand between the skirt and her panties. She felt anxious, a weird feeling beginning to grow inside of the pit of her stomach as her panties dampened a bit. She did not want this at all, yet there she was, closing her eyes in ecstasy as Robert pressed his hand on her clothed core, rubbing in circles.
she let out a breathy sigh, his left hand rubbing her skin in soothing circles on her hip, as his other hand filled her panties, rubbing against her clit. Her quiet moans filled the room as she leaned back against Robert's frame, Feeling his hard on press against her ass. Her legs felt like jello, she was becoming weaker and weaker as she slumped back into Robert's arm, feeling a knot at her stomach.
he took his hand out of her underwear before she could reach her high, telling her to get down on her knees. She finally opened her eyes, looking at Robert who now began unbuckling the belt from his jeans. Chloe Gulped, becoming more hesitant as his jeans now pooled at his ankles.
"I've bet you've done this more than I can imagine, C'mon." To him it was a little joke, just trying to get her to blow him. But to her, she felt sad all over again. He was portraying her like a Sex crazed slut and she felt like crying.
Instead of sticking up for herself, her strange compliance side came out, and she found herself kneeling on the ground in front of Robert, dragging his underwear down his legs. She took the base of his member between her hand, feeling his soft skin turn hard.
She kneeled there, over thinking the situation. this is completely wrong, she thought. Chloe let go of him, and began getting up from her knees. Robert tsk'd, shaking his head as he pushed her back down from her shoulders.
"No, no darling, I did something for you, now it's your turn to give me something back in return."
Chloe's wide eyes looked up at him, baffled that he was going to force her into something she didn't want to do. She could easily tell on him to Laura and get him fired, but for some reason she had sympathized Robert. He must be like this for a reason, she thought. Maybe things were rough at home with his wife and he needed someone else to look to, and just maybe that someone was her?
She grabbed his member and almost painfully slowly, she slid her hand back and forth, her wrist following her movements. She looked up at him, watching him in awe as his eyes screwed shut and moans escaped his mouth. He opened his eyes, looking down at her, and almost came just from the sight. she looked to innocent to be on her knees in front of him, her eyes were big and twinkling and she pouted her lips in concentration. It was a mouthwatering sight for him, but for Chloe, she was trying to make him come faster to get it over with.
"Suck it baby," Robert eyes her forward, "Suck my cock."
Chloe took him into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head and forth as he took her ponytail into his clenching fists, slightly pulling her by the hair to get closer. She held onto his thighs, her eyes watering and a gagging noise coming from her mouth as he pushed himself more into his mouth, trying to get rosemary to deep throat him.
She pulled back, a string of saliva dangling from her mouth, as she wiped it and wrapped her mouth around him once again. minutes later, He came down her throat, Forcing her to swallow the salty liquid as He breathed, relaxing from his intent orgasm.
"I'll tell you what," Robert pulled up his jeans, buckling the belt and zipping up his pants, as Chloe got up from the floor, Her knees red and sore.
"You give me your body, and I'll reduce your sessions." He slammed the offer on the table, giving her time to rethink it. She scrunched her nose up, contemplating on his deal. He was saying that He'd get her out of therapy faster in exchange of sex? Did Chloe really want to stoop that low?
She stuck her hand out to him, shaking his hand as she gave him a soft answer.
"Deal."
Chapter 4
"I dismiss you, not the bell."
It was another boring class filled with students who loathed one another and a teacher who thought He had an empowering authority over the students who couldn't give two shits on how to solve derivatives and integrals.
Chloe quietly groaned, slumping into her chair as she stared at the Green chalk board ahead of her. The bell had rung, signaling school was out for the day, but the teacher insisted that The bell simply does not dismiss them, He does.
Fucking bullshit and let me go home, Chloe thought as she tuned out the voices of the students that surrounded her, talking amongst their friends and one another.
After a long lecture about chatting while the teacher talks, They were finally able to go. Chloe quickly exited the class, trying to beat the swarming groups of Teenagers as she fished out her keys from her bag, unlocking the old broken down Volkswagen that was parked embarrassingly in the parking lot.
As she drove out of the pitiful parking lot, an anxious feeling grew at the pit of her stomach.
Robert had told her that today's session would be in the comfort of his own home, only it didn't give her any comfort.
She was nervous because she knew Robert wanted a session of sex today. He didn't want to have to pretended that he was listening to her problems while he drew on the notepad he was supposed to be taking notes on. No, Robert desired Chloe's body, He was waiting for the moment when he finally got have to her, and today, he was having all of her.
Chloe adjusted her uniform, playing with the hem of the skirt as she walked to the front door, following the address he'd provided for her.
The house was cookie-cutter perfect, Adorning the same pastel color as every other house on the street. Beds of roses and tulips were perfectly gardened on the side of the home. The house looked like it came out of those perfect family homes in the magazines.
> Three soft knocks were at the door, making Robert smile as he got up from the couch, walking to the front door where he was met with Chloe. She looked like any other girl he had seen. School uniform, shy Brown eyes that could never meet his, adorned with Amber colored Hair. She looked like any other girl, so what made her so different to Robert. Maybe he was mesmerized by her beauty, there was no doubt he was attracted to her, but could that be it? Or maybe he found her so alluring because she was broken. She was already broken and so putting more damage on her wouldn't do a thing because of how broken she was. He could easily get away with their deal because one finally figured her out.
"Come in," Robert moved aside, watching as her small frame walked through the door. Chloe looked around, spotting the family Portraits that hung on the cream colored walls.
She looked at the photo, a woman with dark black hair and piercing Gray eyes clung to Robert, and a small child with brown hair accompanied with the same gray eyes smiled in the photo.
"Is that your family?" she asked, pointing at the photo frame.
"Yes, that's my wife Mackenzie and my son Robbie." Robert replied, recalling the memory of him and his family.
"Don't you feel bad? Y'know, letting me suck your cock while you're married to her. don't you feel bad about doing it?" That was most Robert had heard her speak and of Course it was only bluntness and nothing meaningful as usual.
"I don't feel bad." Robert answered with honesty. There was no way in Hell, he could ever feel guilt doing this behind his wife's back. Yes, it was cruel to feel no guilt of cheating on her, but it was only human nature for him.
That's pretty fucked up, She thought as she nodded unbuttoning the first two buttons of her blouse.
"So, let's go sit down on the couch. I have a couple Brain exercises for you that Laura told me about." he says.
He surprises Chloe by saying this. she thought they would straight get to the fucking without any therapy sessions today, just sex.
He led her to a living took that consisted of a large crystal chandelier, more family photos and an expensive burgundy colored sofa. Robert's house was a dream home for everyone who lived on east of Chicago, or at least in this cul-de-sac.
"Sit," Robert commanded, gesturing his hand towards the sofa. Chloe complied, taking a seat on the smooth furniture as she watched him take a note pad out.
"When did you last have sexual intercourse with someone, or even something simple as kissing?" He asked. Chloe gave him a look, making him chuckle softly before he added, "before me."
"When I was fifteen." She softly replies. that was nearly two years ago and like mentioned before, everything changed at the age of fifteen for naive Chloe.
Yes, she's had a couple decent dates throughout the years for special occasions at school like dances, but she didn't once think about fucking any of them. she was too consumed in the past that it only brought her painful memories. I'm not a slut, she thought to herself. I am not slut.
"When's the first time you've has sex?" Robert asks. She then figures out that it's not a brain exercise like he said it was, he's just curious. he's probably not even writing down anything, he's scribbling if anything.
Chloe stays silent, ashamed of the fact that she lost her virginity at a very young age to a man maybe three times her age.
"Well?"
"Ten." she whispers, shame laced in her soft voice.
She knew for certain that Robert had read her files. Her files included a Report that talked about Her sex experience. It talked about the first time she had sex. Was it really that hard to miss reading about a ten year old losing her virginity? Robert must have been amused by it, wanting to hear it come from herself.
Robert stares at her, Watching as her face falters from being emotionless to upset. He didn't want her to become too upset, that it gets her in a mood and she'll refuse to have Rough sex like he planned. Instead, He puts aside the note pad, getting up as he takes a seat next to her on the Sofa.
A swift tear dropped from her eye, Her hand being brought up to wipe away it before her cruel therapist could see. tear after tear dropped as eventually she found herself softly crying a pool of tears. I am not a slut, she kept thinking. She knew it was a terrible thing to have done it at that age, she always had to try and forget that everything happened. But meeting Robert, him asking for sex, She felt like she used to. I am not a slut.
"Chloe," He said softly, wrapping his arms around her as he let her slump against him. She softly cried in his arms, not knowing why she was feeling a bit of comfort after he just made her feel this way.
He shamelessly looked down her blouse, watching the cleavage move a little whenever she adjusted herself as she cried.
He was getting impatient; He asked her to come over for a good fuck, not for some emotional comfort. He only had an hour left until his wife would come back with their son Robbie, so with her crying on his shoulder, letting the time pass, his patience were wearing thin.
He grabs her by her chin, wiping away her salty tears as he presses his mouth onto her lips. Her soft cries are muffled and soon they gradually disappear. Chloe is confused, overwhelmed, and ashamed all at once as her eyes close and she finds herself kissing him back. the kiss felt weird. His lips were softer than she'd thought and he was more gentle too. perhaps, he was being gentle because she was in a fragile state now.
His hands moved down to her waist, picking her up and perching her on his lap too quickly. he reattached his lips onto hers as she later her palms on his chest, balancing herself.
As she straddled him, she lightly began to move slowly, grinding herself onto his jean covered bulge. This felt all too weird for her. The thought only occurred to her now that she was indeed going to have sex with her therapist.
"Robert," she lightly breathed, her eyes closing out of delight.
"Fuck," Robert gripped her thighs, standing up as he carried her up the case of stairs and into his bedroom. Oh god, Chloe thought. He's going to fuck me on his wife's bed.
He set her down, her body lightly bouncing along the bed as he stripped his shirt. Chloe stared him as he began undressing. His torso was tan and toned and his V-line made her impeccably wet. she hated how her body was responding to him so quickly as he lent down, softly biting her earlobe before he began lifting her shirt.
This is it, she thought, I'm actually going to have sex with him. My therapist. this is so fucked up.
Her clothes were discarded, joining his pile of clothes on the ground as he hovered over her. No foreplay, No teasing. Vanilla sex wasn't Robert's thing, but he was too impatient for the little gimmicks he originally planned. Robert needed to be inside of rosemary Now.
He aligned himself at her center, slighting pushing in. Chloe quietly winced in pain, grasping Robert's broad shoulders as her eyes tightly closed.
"Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop." Robert softly told her, refraining back from slamming into her. He knew if he hurt her now, she would never want to have sex with him again, so taking it slow was his only option.
"You can move," Chloe lied.
Her thoughts were scaring her and she found it that if she lies to him and told him he could move, it would be over soon.
Robert pressed his length fully into her, Making her gasp from the sudden pain. She was tight, and Robert loved it. but for Chloe, she was struggling not to cry.
She whimpered as Robert rocked back and forth on her, his cock pumping in and out of her as Rough moans emit from his lips. He couldn't hold back any longer. He began roughly slamming into her, his eyes screwed shut as The mascara and eyeliner of Chloe's eyes began running. She let our soft cries, the pain being unbearable as Robert only focused on himself, getting the release he needed.
"Fuck," Robert Groaned, lowering his head down to Kiss rosemary. She quietly whimpered into his mouth, surprised he didn't notice her crying. Maybe he did, maybe he was just so selfish in wanting to feel good that he was oblivious to hurting the girl beneath him.
He buried hi
s face in the crook of her neck, thrusting into her so hard, the Bed Began rocking, the frame hitting against the wall with every movement.
Chloe's nails scraped down his back, trying to regain herself as her face contorted from discomfort. This was about as painful as the first time she's had sex. After all those years of rough fucking, you would of thought she would of been enjoying herself now.
A string of Fucks fell from Robert's mouth as he was coming to his high. He quickly pulled out her, pumping his shaft in his hand as he screwed his eyes shut, his come landing on Chloe's stomach.
It took him long sighs and hard breathing until he regained himself, wiping some of the come on his finger as he brought it up to Chloe's lips. she complied, sucking his digit in her mouth as she leaned back into the soft pillows, sweaty with tear stained cheeks and come on her skin. She felt disgusted by herself.
All she wanted to do was a take nice soothing hot shower and lay down. She asked Robert if she could use the Shower but instead he had other plans.
"My wife's coming back in a half hour, maybe you should get going home."
Chloe furrowed her eyebrows, getting upset at the fact that he wouldn't even let her stay to shower. He had just fucked her and now he was making her leave. She knew that he was doing it because he didn't want to get caught with his wife, but still, she became upset and angry.
"I'll take a fast shower, I'll only be five minutes." She replied, sitting up as she looked at Robert who left the room abruptly. She thought maybe Robert was giving her a silent yes, allowing her to take a quick shower.
She got up from the bed, following after him, watching as he got a towel out from the hallway closet.
"I'm going to take a shower and you need to be gone before I come out. I can't risk my family seeing you here." He sternly tells her, her mouth falling agape.
