Page 46 of House of Desire

This time, something touches my bottom lip. She lets it rest there, light as a feather, the coldness bright against my warm skin. The scent of the strawberry hits me and suddenly I’m envisioning us in a candlelit room, but I don’t think that would be appropriate to say here.

Sticking the tip of my tongue out, I taste fruit and as I open my mouth, she brings the berry forward, letting me bite into it. The sweet juice runs over my tongue and when her breathing hitches, part of me wishes I could see her.

“I feel”—I pause, searching for the word that could encompass my need for this woman— “hungry.”

The couch shifts as I feel her stand, her footsteps muffled against the carpet. Her body heat warms my arm and I want to turn toward her, but I sit still, waiting to see what she does. One hand settles on my thigh, a little high but not as high as I want, and the other on my shoulder.

A gentle breeze streams over the shell of my ear as she blows out her breath and I harden as my mouth drops open.

My cock tries to stray to the thought of her breath on my ear as she straddles me, as I thrust up into her, but my brain begins throwing thoughts at me about how we are not alone and we are being filmed.

“Anya,” I whisper, letting her hear the attraction flowing below my belt.

“Okay, I think that’s good,” Dr. Jones says, pulling us both back into reality.

“Sorry,” Anya says, settling back onto the couch. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment when I remove the blindfold from my eyes, handing it to her to put on.

“Don’t be,” I tell her, giving her a reassuring smile. “That was my favorite one.”

“Anastasia, go ahead and put the blindfold on and I will get the new options for Parker,” the kind doctor says, ignoring the obvious sexual charge in the room.

“Which one made you laugh?” I ask her as Dr. Jones removes the tray before I can take note of all the other items.

“There was a slap bracelet. I was obsessed with those growing up and I just wasn’t expecting to see it here. It was funny to me.”

A new tray is set in front of me, filled with various options but like Anya’s slap bracelet, my tray holds a little toy car in addition to the chocolate, whipped cream, strawberries, velvet, burlap, a hairbrush, and various bottles with different scents.

Wanting to start gently, I pick up the velvet. The soft fabric slides against my fingers as I drag it down Anya’s neck. Goosebumps emerge on her arm.

She shifts on the couch and I have never wanted to read someone’s mind more than I do in this moment.

“That reminds me of my favorite zip up sweatshirt my parents bought me one Christmas.”

Putting the velvet down, I grab up the bottle that says ‘teakwood’ and wave it under her nose.

“That smells like you,” she says, no hesitation, and I melt. The scent is featured heavily in my favorite cologne Charlie helped me pick and I love that she associates the smell with me.

Putting the bottle back down, I lean next to her and decide to follow her lead and be a bit bolder with my last sensation. A little nervous, I run my lips gently up her jaw until I get to her neck, placing a soft kiss to the pulse point, fluttering beneath my lips.

Her soft intake of breath sounds in my ear as she moves her chin infinitesimally, giving me better access.

My hands want to reach out and grab her, pressing a hard kiss against her slightly parted lips, but I don’t.

I control myself even though I want to do nothing more than lose all control.

As I settle back, Dr. Jones lets Anya know she can remove the blindfold. With shaking hands, she reaches up and removes the silk, finding me immediately, heat in her eyes.

“Alright, I think we can call this session a success. The intimacy definitely seemed to have deepened, wouldn’t you say?” Neither of us say anything. Anya’s face is pink and she avoids looking at the therapist. And I’m trying to keep my dick from moving in my pants. Nodding our agreement is all we can do. “It was great meeting you both,” she says, pushing herself to her feet.

We follow suit as she walks to the office door, holding it open for us.

“Thank you for your time,” Anya says as she leaves the office.

“Parker, I’ll see you in twenty minutes,” Dr. Jones says, pulling me back into the real world as effectively as if she poured ice cold water over my head and I have no idea how I’m going to do that exercise with someone else when all I want is Anya.

It feels weird to be standing outside my bakery, barred from going in until the camera is set up inside to film Parker and me arriving. I’m used to being the one in charge here, and to have that stripped from me is leaving me feeling a bit on edge. Not only that, but I’ve also been without Zoey’s company in the down moments of the show.

When we all left the House of Desire mansion for our hometown dates, we knew we wouldn’t see each other again for the show until the elimination after the Desire Suite dates next week. As Parker leaves each hometown, he’ll either break up with the person, or ask them to join him back here in California for the Desire Suite dates.

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