Page 28 of Rather: The Therapist

“Cum on this dick, my dear,” I whispered in her ear, allowing the blissfulness of the moment to consume me.

“Yes. Yes. Yeeeeessssss.”

She leaned forward, clinging to me as if I’d vanish. Simultaneously, her pussy tightened around me. My semen spewed from my dick. I felt every drop as it filled the condom.

When her eyes returned to mine, I understood my logic and exactly why I didn’t fuck women as much as I used to. Before my attempt at a family. Before my son.

I was far too invested in the act, the woman, and the ties we created. Without a doubt, I wanted the same warm body staring in my eyes as it deracinated my nut beside me when I closed my eyes and when I woke up. But, that wasn’t my reality anymore. Her leaving and me going home to my son was.

She rested her chest against mine, placing her head on my shoulder. Her arms hung down my back. Slowly, she drew circles.

My mind struggled to adjust. Struggled to comprehend. Struggled to believe she knew what she was doing or what it was doing to me. Struggled to be anything but soothed by the gentle circles made by her fingertips.

“I– I’ve enjoyed this. Enjoyed you.”

“Come back.”

She waited for further instructions.

“In four days. Be here at ten. Go to your suite and then come directly to mine. No ballroom. None of the other common areas. Straight to my suite. Understood.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good.”

I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her body against mine for a hug before ripping us apart. There was no easy way to remove the bandage we’d placed over our realities. Immediately, I was bombarded with feelings I was familiar with but hadn’t addressed since stepping inside my suite.

At the same fucking time, fresh ones she’d birthed sat on my chest. The heaviness was as strange as it was inviting. I hated it and welcomed it at once.

I slid us both off the bed and placed her on her feet. By the chin, I brought her face up to mine and stuffed her mouth with my tongue. Quickly, before we were in too deep, I removed myself from her space and respected the distance we needed if either of us planned to leave.

I watched as she redressed. She had that fresh –just got fucked– face, hair, and wardrobe malfunctions going on. That shit looked good on her, especially knowing I was the one who provided it.

She finished up just as I was buttoning my shirt. My jacket and tie would not be part of my fit upon my exit. I imagined we both had that fresh –just got fucked– wardrobe.

She stood in front of me with all her grace and beauty. I brushed the back of her hair down with my palm. The bruise on her neck became a source of comical relief. Instead of warning her of its presence, I bid her farewell.

“Goodbye… for now.” I kissed her forehead once and then again.

“Goodbye… for now.”

Four minutes later and I was in my car, pulling out of my garage. Rain had begun to fall, serving as the perfect backdrop for the night. I wasn’t sure what The Mansion would have in store for me, but I didn’t have a single complaint.

Suddenly, I didn’t think they charged my account enough for the reward I’d received on the first night.

One night.

One encounter.

One room.

One request.

One woman.

And, multiple rounds had made everything okay. The weight of my burdens was no competition for the air under my wings she’d provided. I felt light. Everything was beneath me now and so fucking small from my current view.

Four days later…

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