Page 92 of Rather: The Therapist

“Deep inside of you?”

“Yeessssssss.”

His explosion was massive. As he released, he pounded me from behind. His strokes were perfectly paced and packed enough power to curl my spine and force both of my hands on the bed.

“Fuck!”

Whack!

He smacked my right cheek before falling onto the bed beside me. I clenched my pussy from the pain and joined him on the pillow right beside the one he was laying on. He stretched his long limbs and opened the second drawer of the nightstand.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the top after securing one of the packages inside. He fought with the wrapper for at least a minute before removing the cap from the water.

“Open up,” Priest instructed.

I obeyed his order, allowing him to place the pill in my mouth.

“Drink.”

The water made the pill go down my throat easily. Once it disappeared, so did the water. Priest pulled me closer and wrapped those long arms around me.

The same circles his son drew on my skin, he managed to complete one after the other. My skin was dewy from the second round of intoxication he was wholly responsible for. The air conditioner did little to cool me off. It was no match for the furnace between my legs or the man beside me.

“Speak, Rose. I can feel your thoughts. They’re heavy.”

“What happened to his mother?”

“She’s not dead if that’s why your heart is heavy.”

“Then, where is she?”

“Living her life. She’s not my concern and yours either. She signed over her rights. Princeton belongs to me and only me.”

“He’s a beautiful boy.”

“And, bright. His mind is a complex, very impressive place.”

“I can only imagine.”

“He is the mastermind behind the designs of several investments of mine.”

“A budding entrepreneur.”

“He is.”

“He’ll be fine, Priest. I know he will be.”

Somehow, I felt like he needed those words. Needed that assurance. I would give it to him every and any chance I was able.

“Me, too.”

Silence hovered over us as we stared into the blankness.

“Come back, Rose. In two days. Ten o’clock.”

We were back on track, back to the original time set for our meetings.

“I have so many thoughts about our time here.”

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