Sex Therapy

Jackson

I have no idea what I am doing right now. After I had ordered Chloe to grab her things, I led her out the door of my office and into my car without thinking things through. As if on autopilot, I did something out of the ordinary and drove to my apartment. While I wouldn’t mind seeing how she looks wrapped in my sheets, I also wasn’t planning to take her here. Deep down, I guess my subconscious is trying to tell me something. Chloe belongs here. She belongs to me.

Sitting in the parking garage beneath the high-rise building, I glance over at Chloe, wondering if this is a good idea. She has no idea where we are and hasn’t spoken a word since we left the office. I think she’s nervous. And she should be. Because she has no idea what I plan to do with her.

For all she knows, I could have taken her here to murder her and stuff her into my trunk. This is the first time I have brought a woman to my apartment, which freaks me out more than I will admit. But Chloe puts me at ease in a way I haven’t felt in years. Not since the last time I was with her, long before everything turned to shit.

I brush a strand of hair off her face, and she turns to look at me, nervous and biting down on her bottom lip. “Are you ready to go upstairs?”

She shrugs against the leather seat. “Depends. Where are we?”

“My apartment. You have no reason to be afraid. I won’t bite.” I flash a wicked smile, rubbing her chin with my thumb. “Not unless you want me to.”

She covers my hand with hers and kisses my skin, sending chills down my spine. “I want you, Jackson, and I want to see where you live. I would like to get to know you again. In every way possible.”

“Oh, you will. That much I can promise. But you might not like me. There are different sides to me that you might not understand. I’m not a good man.” I hate saying this about myself, but I feel as though I should warn her before she gets in too deep with me.

“That’s not true.” She shakes her head, annoyed by my comment. “I know you, Jackson, whether you realize that or not.”

“You know the old me, not the man I have become,” I counter, twirling her hair around my finger. “You will not like the way I am. I have issues. Real problems that even I can’t fix, and I am a doctor.”

“What kind of problems?” She eyes me up and down, studying every feature. “I see nothing wrong with you other than you are a stubborn ass who likes to order women around. But I don’t mind. It turns me on when you do that.”

“I have a sex addiction,” I admit, somewhat embarrassed. “That day you found me in the women’s bathroom with that girl was not the first time I had done that. And it might not be the last. You don’t understand what it’s like.”

I have no idea how to explain this to someone who will not know what I go through every day. This is a moot point as far as I’m concerned.

“I can fix you, Jackson. We can have sex whenever you want and however you want. It will work between us. You will see.”

“I hope so,” I say, deflated. Chloe’s words should excite me. All I feel is sadness because I know I will end up disappointing her. “While that might work when you’re around, what do you suggest I do when you’re not? What if I need a fix? My issue is not much different from a drug addiction—”

She presses her finger to my lips to silence me. “If that’s true, then the addiction is in your head. You can beat this, Jackson. You just have to fight it.”

Moving her fingers away from my mouth, I continue, “My body has become dependent on the next orgasm. I’m not sure how to explain this so you will understand. It’s like a game some days and others it’s as if I’m strung out and desperate for more. I can never get enough. Ever since you left, I have traveled down this path of destruction. This is all I have known for the last five years.”

“That’s why I can help you, Jackson.” She takes my hand in hers and squeezes. “Don’t you see? If I am the source of the problem, then I am the person who can fix it.”

“You’ll heal with me sex?” I ask the question, confused.

“No, silly.” She shakes her head, laughing. “I’ll heal you with my love. I never stopped loving you, Jackson.”

“I never stopped loving you,” I confess, shocked by my revelation. “You were always it for me, Chloe. I never wanted another girl the way I did you. And back then, it was not about the sex. It was always about us.”

“We can make this work, you know.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as she stares into my eyes. “I understand if you need me to be a certain way, and I am okay with that. So, how do we handle this condition of yours? Will you take me to your sex room to spank me? Will you whip and flog me?”

I laugh a real throaty chuckle that gets caught in my throat. “I don’t have a sex room or torture chamber, but I do like toys and games. And I will definitely spank that tight little ass of yours. Most of the time, sex between us will be rough. That’s how I like it.”

She doesn’t even ba

t an eye. I guess she can handle me, after all. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course,” I breathe.

“The entire time I was with my ex, I never had an orgasm.”

My mouth opens in shock. “Not even once?”

How is this possible? What kind of man doesn’t please his woman? I might make women beg to come, but we both still get to that point, no matter how long I make them wait.