Instead of banging random women, he has me to fulfill his every fantasy. And I never say no, regardless of the request. The demanding, controlling side of him turns me on, makes me pussy throb. I want to please him in any way I can.
“It’s called sex therapy for a reason,” Jackson says, licking his lips as he stares between my legs. “So, I think we should start by talking about things we like and don’t like about our sex life. You go first.”
Staring at Jackson, I push up my dress and rub my clit. “I like it when you do this,” I tell him, maintaining eye contact.
“Mmm…” He rubs the dark stubble on his chin, focused on my thumb as I circle my clit. “Keeping going, Chloe. Show me what you like.” He leans forward in his chair and uses his thighs to balance himself.
“I like it when you finger my pussy, Dr. King.” When we’re in the office, I have to refer to him by his professional name, but at home, it’s Jackson, and in the bedroom, it’s Sir.
He tips his head in my direction. One firm look is all it takes for me to understand what he wants. So, I get right to it and slip two fingers inside me. I pay close attention as he unbuttons his slacks and removes his belt, waiting for him to take off his pants so I can move onto the next thing on my list. As if Jackson reads my thoughts, he does just that and kicks off his shoes along with his pants and boxer briefs.
Standing across from me with his massive cock on display, I stop fingering myself, so I can reach out and touch him. My hand barely grazes his hip, but once I latch on, he moves closer, allowing me to take his length in my hand and stroke him.
“This, too,” I say, looking up at him. Then, I stick my tongue out to lick the tip. “And this.”
He smiles and takes a chunk of my hair in his hands. “Suck it,” he orders.
I do as he asks because I never deny him. And I love having this control over him, even if it’s only temporary. He gives me his rules to follow, a list of things he expects me to do each day. I do them. Because I love him. I want to make him happy.
After he comes in my mouth, I swallow, per his request. He loosens his vise on my hair and takes a step back. I’m out of breath, practically panting from taking all of his cock. He loves choking me with it, leaving me gasping for air as the tears fall from my eyes and the mascara slides down my cheeks. That’s part of his sickness. Or at least I think it is. He’s so forceful when it comes to oral sex so much so that I often wonder why he needs it this rough.
Jackson bends down to kiss the top of my head and helps me to my feet. He wraps me in his arms, cocooning me in his warmth. This is the side of him I love. After those rough, passionate moments, he flips over to the caring, warm person I know is inside. It’s as if he feels guilty for being this way and needs to find a way to make up for it. He doesn’t show this side to me enough. But when he does, I absorb every second.
He leans my head against his chest and stokes my hair. “I love you, Chloe. I’m so glad I have you back in my life.”
“I love you, too, Jackson. I feel the same way. It’s as if our lives are now complete. You…us…this is what I was missing all along. I just didn’t know it until I found you again.”
“I know, my love. That’s why I think we should make things a little more permanent between us.”
“Like marriage?” I ask, glancing up at him.
He chuckles, his laughter shaking through me. “No, not yet. Soon. I thought you should move in with me first. Then, we’ll talk about marriage. How does that sound?”
I lift my head from his chest and gaze into his blue eyes. “Are you kidding me?” My excitement is uncontainable. I stop myself from jumping up and down, smiling so wide my jaw hurts. “Of course, I will move in with you. Yes, a thousand times, yes.”
“Good,” he says with a wicked grin that makes me nervous. “Now, that we have that matter settled, get on my desk and spread your legs for me. I need to do a thorough inspection of your pussy.”
As if I wasn’t already excited about the recent change in events, my body is on fire with the promise of Jackson’s tongue exploring every inch of my body.
“Yes, Dr. King. As you wish.”
I bend over his desk, lifting my ass up in the air, and look over my shoulder at him. The games we play are so erotic and
keep me wanting more. I can never get enough of him. Even on days when Jackson fucks me so hard, I can barely stand.
“Wider,” he says, his mouth twisted up into a smirk as he positions himself behind me.
“Yes, Dr. King.” I smile and comply.
While our love may seem strange and corrupted from the outside, it also healed us both. Bad timing and circumstances kept us apart, but those same things are what had brought us back together. Jackson has his demons he needs to address. There’s no denying that. But I learned to love him, down to the darkest part of his soul.
We have a second chance, a new step in the right direction. And this time, neither of us is going to waste it.
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