"Sienna, I thank you for partaking in this with me. I usually only watch."
I am surprised by his candidness on the subject. I thought he must have brought other women here, though. I was sure of it, really.
"You've never been to a red room before?"
"No, you are my first. I have been a member for four years."
I couldn't believe my ears as I looked at him in disbelief. His eyes were telling the truth. He was being quite different to the controlling Jonathan I was used to at the office and during our previous sexual encounters.
"Well, can I ask why?"
He looked at me with his gorgeous smile.
"No other woman takes my breath away and makes me want her the way that I want you."
I had read a few romance novels in my time and watched plenty of movies that made my heart melt. Jonathan's words meant more than any of that other stuff. He really meant it. He was showing a soft side to me that I didn't know he had. I was melted by it.
"I don't know what to say to you. All I can say is that I have never felt this way about anyone before. I didn't know it was possible."
He asked the waitress to get the car brought round so that he could drop me back to campus. It was nearly two am. We were both exhausted by the week and even more by our role-playing encounter. Jonathan Ellis was truly delicious.
JONATHAN
I hadn't expected her to like it. She was home now and so was I. I had kind of expected her to walk out or to slap my face. Not many women got turned on by watching other couples play naughty games unless it was in safety on the porn channel or in secret.
She had let me control it the whole time. From the clicking of my fingers to the changing into her costume and letting me tie her up. I had not expected it and I decided that we would make it a regular thing. I would be in control and I knew that she loved it too.
She had said my name behind the red door and it made me feel like the sexiest man alive. She was my addiction now and room eighteen would be ours. Hopefully, every Friday night, she could make it there. I would get her a new dress each time we went and she would play the part of my little submissive slave. Oh, fuck yeah. My mousy brown would play many roles for me at The Voyeur behind that red door. Eighteen is my lucky number.
All I needed now was a new way to go about my research with her. I don't know if my plans to see her emotions would be fair now. I would think on it over the weekend.
Monday came fast and I decided to see Sienna on time at nine. She would be waiting and Jeremy would be waiting to send her through. My mind was still racing from our night together at the club. So far, I'd fucked her on a SAAB, on my desk and now in room eighteen at the club. My addiction for her grew more powerfully each day.
"Send Ms. Ruston in when she arrives, Jeremy," I said trying to sound not taken by her.
Just the thought of her made my cock hard, and today would be no exception.
"Yes, Mr. Ellis."
The door opened and Sienna was dressed lavishly in a white, silk blouse, and a pink, A-line skirt. Her hair was swept up in a bun and I craved her immediately.
"Good morning," she said with a cheeky smile.
"Good morning, Sienna."
Normally, I would have ushered her to sit down but she was mesmerizing me again. Something had changed her and I knew it was from her night behind the red door.
She walked up to me and kissed my cheek. Her tits touched my chest in the process. My cock was hard again. She smelt like vanilla and strawberries, and then she went to her knees in front of me.
"Mr. Ellis, will you allow me to see your cock?"
I felt it grow more as I nodded a yes to my mousy brown. Where had my words gone?
She undid the zip and placed her hand inside my underwear, allowing my cock to fall out in a rigid wanting. She licked the tip of it with her tongue and then used her hand to pull on it up and down. She wet the shaft with spit so her hand could move more freely.
I felt so turned on and my legs went like jelly. She continued moving her hand up and down and then she let her mouth take it, right to the back. Her eyes looked up at me like she was my servant girl and I was so unbelievably turned on.
"Sienna, I..."
She kept sucking and pulling until I could not handle it anymore. My breath was taken away by her Monday morning act of submission. I had not expected it.
"I'm cumming," I said through gritted teeth as I jolted inside her mouth.
She sucked harder on me and used her mouth to swallow my load as it blew inside her. She picked up her scarf which had fallen on the floor. She used the silk to dry my cock and then zipped my trousers up.
"Thank you, Mr. Ellis. I will be in the Langdon Room should you need me again."
She placed her scarf into her bag which was covered in the spit she'd wiped off my cock. She fixed her skirt and tucked her shirt into it neatly. She turned and walked out of the room, and closed the door behind her. Fuck yeah, she was my slave, in the office and out of work hours. Damn!
I sat at my desk and watched her enter the Langdon Room. She was totally hot and I had let Jeremy put some work there for her. Just some case notes for clients that I wanted her to read and write about.
She picked up the notes and scanned through the instructions. She placed them back on the table and lifted her arms. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed all of her clothing. She even took off her bra and her silk, purple underwear.
She laid down on the couch in the centre of the room and faced her legs to the camera. Her legs opened and she touched herself. My eyes could not look away from the screen.
"Jeremy, do not disturb Ms. Ruston. She is very busy," I said, trying not to sound breathless.
"Yes, Mr. Ellis. I won't Sir."
Her hand moved down to her pussy and she touched her clitoris. The other hand went to her breast as she squeezed it and then pulled on the nipple. My cock was hard and I unzipped my trousers to masturbate. It was so soon after she’d had me in her mouth, but I was ready again, almost to my own surprise.
She continued to move her hand over her pussy and I could see the wetness as she moved her hand up and down. My hand moved up and down my shaft in time as she played with herself.
She moved toward her handbag and pulled out a dildo. She laid back on the couch and rubbed it over her clitoris. I turned the volume up and heard her moans. My cock was ready to go inside her but I wanted to see her pleasure herself, so I watched as she entered the dildo inside. Her other hand pulled on her nipples and she moved it in and out and moaned as it touched her sweet spot.
I felt myself cum as I watched her reach orgasm, and her hips moved up in divine ecstasy. My mousy brown had put on a show for me today, and I was certainly grateful. And she knew that the video would be mine forever as she winked into the camera.
Sienna placed her clothes back on and sat down to study the work that she had been given. Oh fuck, what a wonderful Monday morning indeed.
SIENNA
Mmm, I couldn't help it. Jonathan Ellis was just too sexy for his own good. I needed to put his cock in my mouth and I needed an orgasm. So, I did it. I could be unprofessional and still get my work done, professionally.
I knew he wasn't expecting it, which made it so worthwhile. I liked it when he was in control, but sometimes I felt the need to take matters into my own hands otherwise I would sit here horny all day knowing that he was in the next room.
The weekend had been exceptionally boring with Jenna out socializing all weekend. I watched a few movies and got bored during my shift at Fleur's. There had been barely any customers and I ended up being told to wash and bleach all the cups and saucers and then polish all the cutlery. It was worse than being busy and run off of my feet.
I read the case studies that Jeremy had placed down for me earlier. There were three cases I had to study, write and type up the conclusions for. I had to answer what their problems were, their mental health history (if any), their history and any medications or prominent
happenings that stood out, in my opinion. I was going to meet later with Jonathon at two to discuss it all.
I was glad I had cum. I felt relaxed and ready to tackle anything that came my way. I wanted to learn more and being involved with Jonathon was an added bonus that I was glad to accept. I hadn't been able to concentrate when we had remained professional, actually. Being involved was way easier on my brain and definitely on my body.
I went through each one by hand and scribbled my findings down on paper. If the college had taught me something, it was that I was a great note-taker. Mrs. Carson had been feeling suicidal and this seemed to fit in with the time when her doctor prescribed the Zoloft. She was sad before about losing her job and missing her cousin's visit because of her bout with pneumonia. My conclusion was that she had not been feeling suicidal until she was prescribed the medicine. I scanned the notes for more information but was happy with my conclusion.
The next case was Mr. Darren. He had been cheating on his wife for four years and she had found out. He was now all alone and had to sign the divorce papers. My recommendation was group counselling so that he could heal from the grief of losing his partner. The ability to talk with others with similar problems would be beneficial for him to see how his behaviour had affected another. He was addicted to sex and his addiction would need long-term one-on-one with the aid of group therapy as a necessity.
Mr. Jensen was the last case, and he suffered from obsessive compulsive disorder. No medications had worked over the past few years and he was having a hard time getting any peace from the behaviour. A constant hand-washing problem and a counting compulsion were keeping him up at night. The insomnia was exhausting too.
My recommendation was to try natural remedies like walking, meditation, and yoga. It was to be planned into his schedule at the gym. The morning walk would see him feeling better and feeling less stressed soon, I hoped.
It intrigued me how many problems there were and how they plagued people's lives so much.
I thought about Jonathan and how I had become infatuated by him. Was it a problem or a healthy outlet for us both? It felt healthy and we were both enjoying it as equal players in a game of ecstasy and forbidden lust... but in the nineteen twenties it may have been forbidden, but not now, thank God.
I wondered how many millions of people didn't know about places like The Voyeur. I felt sorry for them now. I was lucky to know such a wonderful upbringing. I felt happy with my own life. I had been exceptionally lucky to grow up with no issues and now a sexy man trusted me enough to participate. It was unbelievably amazing, what we had shared together. Oh, God, yes it was.
"Ms. Ruston, it's time for your morning break."
Jeremy made me jump when he patched through the messages, especially when I had been lost in a train of thought.
"I will go on my break, now," I buzzed back.
All I had to do was type up my notes and give them to Jeremy so then Mr. Ellis could read them before we met. I wanted to impress him with my ideas and conclusiveness so that he thought I would be a great psychologist too. It mattered what he thought of me intellectually. I was a really hard worker and I had studied hard to get into college and over the time that I had been there.
I walked across the road and sat at Daryl's Diner. I felt like a change and the menu out front had enticed me. There were waffles and hot chocolates with marshmallows and I couldn't resist so I ordered, sat down and ate.
I realized that my food addiction or love of food had helped me to get through my life. I didn't think it was a massive problem but knew a few more salads and vegetables were probably needed. I wanted to look and feel good. Nothing drastic, just a bit of care that was obvious to Jonathon. I sipped my hot chocolate now as the marshmallows melted. Mmm, good.
I downed the waffles and looked at the rain outside. It is a beautiful winter’s day and I couldn’t wait for my afternoon appointment with Jonathan. I would need to type up my notes first, of course. I headed back, comfortable with everything that was happening in my life.
JONATHAN
Okay, nearly time to see Sienna. Jesus, Mrs. Jarvis was a handful today with way too many questions. Yes, she could move on from that asshole that she called her husband. He had abused her and beaten her so much over the years. She wanted to go back to him, today.
These were the worst kind of cases actually. Where a person was controlling and abusing someone. It makes me so mad. What I would really like to do is put his nuts in a vice and tell him that if he ever hurts my client again, he will have them removed by me immediately.
I must admit it, I am good at keeping my distance from clients, but when I saw the photos of Mrs. Jarvis' face I had become a little unprofessional in my thoughts last week and again today. I needed to get back to being a psychologist and Sienna would help me. I had read her notes on the three case files and was impressed. I must make it known to her. She would become a great success in the field, I knew it.
"Ms. Ruston is ready to see you," said Jeremy, obviously eating.
"Thanks, Jeremy. Enjoy your afternoon snack."
"Thanks, Mr. Ellis, I will."
Sienna walked in and looked like a psychologist. She dressed the part and her new lease on life brought some maturity to her demeanour. It was impressive seeing her blossom like that. It was another element that I could add to her. Professionalism.
"Hello, Mr. Ellis."
"Please call me Jonathan."
"Hello Jonathan," she said, teasing me.
My cock was at a half salute just hearing her say my name. Fuck she was hot.
"I have read your notes and I can't fault them. You'll be happy to know that Mrs. Carson was taken off the Zoloft last week and has improved substantially. Yes, the medications can sometimes make clients even more depressed. She has not changed to another type as she was desperate to get off them and her doctor agreed after we discussed it at length."
Sienna was sitting and listening intently. She cared about learning and I knew that I could teach her.
"Mr. Darren was appointed to join group therapy and he is doing well. I see him once a week to talk issues through and monitor his progress."
The beautiful Sienna looked at me, intrigued by my words. She was still listening and waited for me to continue.
"The last case of the obsessive compulsive disorder is using walking and the addition of a meditation program. You got all of them correct and I must also mention yoga to him at our next appointment. That will help too."
"Jonathan, thank you for letting me learn here. I want to do well," she says, looking at me with her beautiful green eyes.
I could still see her eyes in my mind looking up at me just like when she'd sucked my cock at nine am. Fuck.
"Sienna, I can be both professional and unprofessional which should suit us both very well indeed."
Her eyes sparkled and her tits came through her blouse at me like she wanted me. I was going to show her my professional side too. I wanted to impress my mousy brown. She deserved to see me act like that, and it may turn her on even more.
"Sienna, would you like to accompany me when I see the team this afternoon?"
She looked and her eyes widened, "Oh yes Jonathan. I would love it."
"Very well. You must call me Mr. Ellis in front of them if you speak with me. They are all required to do the same, and it keeps them on their toes."
She looked and crossed her legs, sitting on the couch across from me. I could smell her again. The strawberries and the vanilla. It drove me crazy as I looked at her.
"Yes, I will be completely professional and just watch."
"Yes, watching is good isn't it," I answered her cheekily.
Sienna beamed a smile and her dimples were obvious.
"Would you like to sit here and have a coffee with me?"
She looked serious, "Just coffee?"
I smiled and eyed her and realized the meeting was just fifteen minutes away.
"Yes, I'm going to have a long black. Would
you like one?"
She smiled and answered, "A latte would be super."
Jeremy brought in our drinks and we sat and stared at each other until it was time to move downstairs to the meeting. It was like looking at the best picture I ever saw. I didn't want to do anything else. Her dimples sat and moved as she sipped her drink. I was extremely grateful to be in the room. It was the best drink that I had ever had.
SIENNA
I sat and stared at him drinking his long black. I was taken by him and I could not look away. He had a pale blue shirt on that was illuminating his tanned skin, and his black trousers sat on him so well.
Wow, he is like a supermodel that has a great professional career and is super intelligent all in one package. He can't look away from me as I sat and sipped at my latte. Oooh God, it's good.
I wished there was no team meeting as I eyed his body and then looked back into his hazel eyes. I loved being ogled by him. It was exciting, and so very unprofessional… and I loved it. Jonathan Ellis was a voyeur and I was turning into one with him. It was a hopeless situation. I didn't want it to stop, either.
I continued sipping my latte and looked at Jonathan. I don't know why we are so infatuated with each other. It's like there is a magnet that pulls us together and draws us in. We just can't stop looking.
"The team is ready, Mr. Ellis."
The buzzer broke our concentration. I placed my latte down which was three-quarters complete and then I stood up at the same time as Jonathan did.
"I will be my professional, tyrant self I'm afraid," he said as he kissed my cheek.
I looked at him as if he were the President of the United States. I was his biggest fan, that's for sure.
"I don't want you to be troubled by me, Mr. Ellis," I said, winking.
He strode out his door and I followed like a good intern that was so eager to learn. I did want to learn lots of things and I knew that he was the only man in the universe who could teach me them. I wanted him, I craved him and I turned that wanting off before we arrived at the meeting.
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