by Cassy Roop
“Who’s there?” I asked into the dark emptiness.
I was met with silence as I scooted toward the edge of the bed, allowing my feet to come into contact with the cold hardwood floor beneath me. I had no clue where the door was, or even if I was allowed to exit through it.
“There is a robe lying on the bed to your right. You can put it on if you are cold.”
I jump, startled by the voice in the room. It sounded familiar, yet different at the same time. I had trained my ears to recognize sounds to help me associate them with certain emotions. The voice I heard was deep, dark, with just the smallest hint of what sounded like a New Jersey accent.
“Holy fucking hell!” I yelped, my voice echoing off the walls in the room and giving me an idea of just how large it was.
“You scared the shit out of me.”
I heard shuffling and then the sound of shoes as they walked across the floor, sounding more distant from me.
“My apologies.”
What the hell was he doing in here? Who the hell was he?
“Where is Sinclaire?” I asked him, reaching for the robe and finding it right where he had described, next to me on the bed.
“Sinclaire will be around shortly. He is busy making arrangements for your return home.”
My heart rate sped up, the points in my wrist matching the heavy beating that began to form in my chest. Suddenly, something in the air shifted. It filled with electricity and I had to squeeze my thighs together to try and quell the ache that was forming.
“Link?” I asked, standing from the bed and securing the robe around my waist. The chill that I only moments before felt, was now gone and heat and warmth had settled in its place.
He didn’t respond.
“I know it’s you. So don’t try to pretend that it isn’t.”
“Very well.”
He spoke with an air of elegance. Someone who had grown up sophisticated, clearly very charming. The richness of it made my belly flutter, like when you go down a steep hill on a rollercoaster. I never got that feeling with men. Sure, I got a little excited at the prospect of an orgasm when I was with a client, but most of the time I was disappointed and left wanting after our sessions were over. Each time, it seemed it took me longer and longer to climax and more often than not I finished the job myself when I got home.
So why was it that just being in the presence of this man, who I couldn’t even see, made me feel like I could cum just from listening to him talk? Why did my body and dormant emotions come to life whenever I was with him or thought about him?
“Why did you want a twelve week contract with me? You could have had any number of girls from the agency, why me?”
I asked the question that had been nagging me. Of all the girls, why the fuck did he want me?
His silence nearly had me crawling out of my skin. Like there was an itch in my bones that I couldn’t scratch. I was nearly ready to speak again when he finally answered.
“It was a chance encounter with you. I was expecting Kiki, but when Alexandra told me she wasn’t available, I told her to send me someone else. It happened to be you. She explained to me that you were one of the most demanded girls, so I trusted her. I’m glad I did.”
I shivered. His voice alone did things to my body that no man could do with his cock. It was a strange thing, feeling shit you never had before. But the feelings coming from Link were ones that were welcome. I submitted to men because I had to. It was my job to give them what they wanted because they paid me to do so. But this man made me want to do whatever the fuck he asked me to. Hell, I’d walk around the damn room with my thumb stuck up my ass if I knew it turned him on. My desire to have him was almost as potent as my desire to please him.
The sound of him walking toward me made me stand up a little straighter, even though my legs felt like they could give out.
“Wh—why did you make me wear the headphones and then now speak to me? I can’t see you. I have no idea what you look like.”
My voice faltered as I felt him at my side. Chill bumps ran up my swiftly overheating body, creating a tingling sensation to run up my arm and straight to my fucking clit. I closed my eyes and I absorbed the enormity of what I was feeling. This—this was a whole new level of pleasure that I had never experienced before. It was sexy, erotic, and damn near fucking spiritual. A connection of cosmic proportions. That would be the only way I could explain it.
Dr, Gunn had always told me that all we needed to do was find my trigger. Something that would spur and entice my sleeping emotions. I was quickly wondering if Link was that trigger.
“I like to be nondescript and faceless, Miss Lane. It keeps things impersonal. No expectations. No presumptions. No complications. It allows you to use your imagination. To conjure up your own idea of what the person looks like as he fucks you hard. Admit it. It turns you on to not know. It makes that pussy of yours quiver with excitement.”
He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath, the heat from his body, and hear the desire dripping from his voice.
“I bet if I slid my fingers between your thighs, I’d find your cunt ready and eager for me to take you, wouldn’t I?”
I let out a staggered breath, shaking from the inside because everything he said was true. I could feel it, I didn’t have to reach my own hands down to know that my pussy was saturated with want, soaked with desire, and filled with an ache that only he could offer relief to.
“Yes.”
It was a one word answer, but mainly because that was all I was capable of saying. My brain seized when he was this close to me. My body responded instead, allowing my mind the freedom to allow myself to experience the sensations. I didn’t have to think about them. I didn’t have to search through every corner of my mind to wonder what it was that I was supposed to feel, but instead got to endure the physicality and awareness of what I was feeling.
He lifted a hand and stroked it down the back of my long hair. Through each strand, I could feel him. Each follicle giving way to tiny pin pricks of pleasure coursing through me.
“One time was all it took for me to get lost in you. I don’t do that. I don’t lose myself in anyone or anything especially a fucking hooker. What the fuck is it about you that is different? What makes your pussy golden, and everyone else’s like garbage?” He asked as his fingers enclosed around the nape of my neck, using them to tilt my head to the side and he pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss on my neck and lightly grazed his teeth against my flesh. My body responded instantly, I knew he felt me jerk because he smiled against my skin.
“I like that I own you for the next twelve weeks. I get off on the fact that your sweet little cunt will be mine whenever I want it, however I want it. It thrills you too. I don’t have to see you right now to know the flush of your skin. I don’t have to use my sight to know how turned on you are at this very moment. I hear it in the hitch of your breath and the way you keep shifting from one foot to the other.”
I think I whimpered. Like some little fucking pussy cat who was begging to be pet by her owner. I wanted him. I wanted to feel that delicious feeling of him driving into me as I climaxed around him. I felt suffocated by him, the toxicity of his presence doing funny things to my mind and body.
Suddenly, he moved away from me and I heard footsteps walking away. A bright light filtered into the room from the door, silhouetting him in the doorway. I turned my head to the side, trying to shield my eyes from the intrusion of the light, squinting and unable to see due to being in the dark so long. When my eyes finally adjusted all that I saw was the silhouette of Link as he walked out the door, closing it behind him and leaving me in the darkness, alone once again.
“WHAT THE FUCK did you just do? How could you lose your shit like that? Your actions don’t only affect you, you know. Think with your fucking head and not your goddamned cock all the time.” I scorned Link. Exposing himself to Nicola was a bad fucking move. If she found out who he was, the shit could possibly hit t
he fan and it would drag me down with him too. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but dammit, it was the only way I found to be able to deal with the shit storm that was my life. The pressure that I was getting from my uncle as well as the added pressure of Cardinelli and his Barbie doll wife had my mind going in a million fucking directions. Now, add to that the fact that Link actually fucking spoke to Nicola, and my blood was boiling.
“She is different from the others.”
“That’s not a fucking excuse. She’s my patient. I could lose her as a client. Hell, I could lose the fucking clinic if she decided to sue the shit out of us.”
It was just after ten in the morning, yet Link walked over to the decanter on a table in the room where he fucked Nicola not once, but twice now, and poured two fingers worth of amber liquid and tossed it back like it was medication to his system. Then he looked me in the eyes through the mirror on the wall in front of him and laughed.
“If you think losing her as a client is the only reason you could lose your clinic and go to jail for life, then you have bigger issues than I thought.”
He didn’t have to say what he was talking about. I already knew. Writing fucking prescriptions to a fucking mob boss so he could obtain a controlled substance, then turn around and sell them illegally would end my fucking career and my life.
“You know I’m trying to stop that shit,” I growled, feeling my nails dig into the palms of my hands with my anger building. Link knew how to get to me. He knew just how to push my buttons. He also knew it was the way to keep me coming back to help him get what he wanted.
“Well. You take care of that, and I’ll take care of her.”
“Fuck you,” I sneered, my upper lip damn near pulling back to expose my teeth like a fucking caged dog.
I needed to get Nicola out of there before he or I did something that I would regret. I grabbed my keys off the wall and headed back down the hallway to the room where Nicola was, stopping to grab a pair of sweatpants and a clean t-shirt from the room that I stayed in sometimes when it was too late to go home.
I loved this apartment. It screamed luxury with red velour wallpaper framed with gold trim, decorating the walls. Plush red carpet was spread throughout all of the floors, except in the three bedrooms and kitchen. Decorated with clean lines and simplicity wrapped in luxury, it was comfortable.
I paused outside of Nicola’s room, taking a few moments to get my bearings. Everything that Link had said was true. She was different than the others. There was something mysterious, intriguing, and fucking sexy as hell about her. Her beauty went beyond her physical appearance. It was the more damaged parts of her that got to me. She made me hungry, and was the only one who could feed me. She was the same dream I had had over and over for the last few days that kept waking me up in the middle of the night. She was a kink in my armor of control, and I needed to get my shit together. Taking one more deep breath, I pushed the door open.
I turned on the dimmer light gently so that I didn’t harm her eyes with sharp light. I found her sitting on the bed, wrapped in a robe with her arms wrapped around her knees as she rested her head upon them. Her golden blonde hair draped over her legs like a curtain of sunshine. She looked up at me with a solemn look on her face before she saw it was me and smiled.
“Are you Andris or Sinclaire right now?” She asked as her blue eyes bore through me like she could see through to my soul. There was no way she could know what was going on, but still, I had that nagging feeling in the back of my mind she had an inkling.”
“I should probably still be Sinclaire, but for now I can be Andris.”
“Okay. Are you the Andris I danced with earlier, or are you Dr. Gunn?” I chuckled slightly as I approached her. She extended her long legs in front of her and brushed her hair off of her shoulders, a movement that exposed her tanned, smooth neck. I willed my dick to stay soft. To not give in to the physical beauty before me, but when she bit her lip and arched her brow at me, he betrayed me.
“I’m only Dr. Gunn at the clinic. Right now, I’m just Andris. Here. I brought you some clothes to change into so I can drive you home.”
She took the linens from me and our fingers brushed during the exchange. She pulled back sharply, a hitch in her breath slightly noticeable like I had shocked her.
She felt it too. The spark and tension that was between us. Just like the spark she felt with Link. I needed to leave the room so she could change. There wouldn’t be any way I could witness her stripping down without wanting to grab her and throw her down on the bed and fuck her for the rest of the damn morning.
“I’ll be waiting outside the door when you finish. Just knock and I’ll come in to help you with the blindfold.”
“Link was in here. Earlier.”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
“You sound angry about that.”
“You are recognizing anger. That is a good sign.”
“Don’t analyze me, Doctor. Not here.”
I nodded.
“Why does it upset you that Link revealed himself to me? Are you afraid he won’t want you with us during the sessions anymore?”
“No, I’m not worried.”
She exhaled a long and slow breath. I watched her throat bob and she swallowed before she spoke.
“Good. Because I feel safer knowing you are there.”
My brows furrowed after her statement.
“Nicola, Link would never hurt you. He isn’t like that. I wouldn’t let him near you if that were the case.”
“It’s not that I am fearful of my safety. He unsteadies me. Makes me feel unbalanced. It isn’t something I’m used to. It feels weird. If feels strange and new, but having you there is kind of soothing. I think—I think Link is my trigger. He is the only person in my entire existence who has allowed me to feel the things I’ve only seen or read about. Knowing you are there to catch me if I were to break, brings me a bit of comfort.”
A tiny bit of pride filled my chest. I had watched her interactions with Link, seeing how much she needed and was going to need in order to get past her void emotions. I was jealous to know that he could be the one to do that to her and not me, but to hear that she did in fact need me too, just in a different way was fucking amazing.
“We can discuss that at your next appointment, if you wish. Right now, if you’ll get dressed, I’ll take you out for breakfast before I take you home.”
“That sounds amazing,” she said, her stomach growling right on cue. We both chuckled and she stood up, letting the robe fall off her shoulders, leaving her exposed in only the shirt that hit her just above mid-thigh. My eyes zeroed in on her toned thighs and I had to force myself to turn around and walk away.
ANDRIS TOOK ME to a hole-in-the-wall, mom and pop streetcar diner somewhere on the outskirts of Manhattan. I was only allowed to remove my blindfold when we were a safe distance from where we were and closer to where I lived. We were seated in a corner booth, him cleanly shaven and dressed in a suit and me still in the baggy t-shirt and sweats that he had given me to wear home. People in the restaurant were looking at us strangely, probably thinking we were an enigma. Him with his sophisticated class and me with my black smeared mascara eyes and comfortable clothes like some random person he may have picked up off the street.
Good thing I didn’t give a fuck. When people would stare, I waved at them and smiled. Andris would laugh and it went on like that throughout most of the meal. I was getting to see a different side of Andris as we ate and engaged in idle chit chat. He told me about how he was in prep schools when he was younger and I told him about my wonderful adventures in boarding school. I noticed that he didn’t talk much about his father, and didn’t ask me questions about my own family. I was glad. I had nothing graceful to say about the two people who brought me into this world. I was nothing on the inside to them, so they thought it fit to leave me with nothing when they died. Even in death they were assholes.
“What made you want to become a psychiatrist?” I asked him
as I took another bite of my scrambled eggs, savoring the creamy cheddar that was incorporated into them. I noticed that Andris started to shift the food around on his plate after my question and wondered if maybe the subject was a sore spot with him. He was interesting and had me intrigued. I found myself wanting to get to know him better, learning about all the little things that made him who he was today. The good and the bad. It was almost as if we were two kindred souls, both burned by people who were supposed to mean something to us.
“It was expected of me. As you know, my grandfather started the clinic and my father joined him after he completed school. My uncle joined a few years later, so it was just kind of instilled upon me at birth.” I watched as he took a long draw from his coffee cup before setting it back down. His eyes, ones that had seemed more alive only moments earlier, were now back to a deep, brooding blue.
I changed the subject, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get Andris back to the place we were when we first attended the restaurant. When we finished eating, Andris paid for the food and escorted me back out to his car. We drove in an uncomfortable silence back to my apartment where he escorted me to the door, and placed a kiss on my cheek before turning around and walking away. I was confused by his sudden mercurial shift in mood and shook it off as I entered the apartment and headed straight to my bathroom. Turning on the taps, I made sure the water was a comfortable temperature before I removed the clothes Andris had given me and sat them on my sink counter. I looked at them briefly, wondering if they were Link’s or Andris’s.
The warm water of the bath was soothing to my skin as I lay down and emerged myself all the way up to my neck. My muscles were still tender from Link’s thorough fucking the night before, but they also held a lot of tension from the confusion I felt with Andris.
