Page 9 of Bad for Me

This is sick. Twisted. Wrong. Red flags are being metaphorically thrown all over this crazy field. I’m a therapist, Iknowbetter than most that this isn’t healthy. And yet… I find myself relaxing and squeezing my legs tighter around his waist. I’m a grown-ass woman with a well-paying career that owns a townhouse and spends my money however I please. Yet to be wanted so desperately and claimed so possessively is a siren call to some primal level I didn’t know even existed within me.

Isaac flashes me a knowing grin before repositioning himself at my entrance. He gives no warning or promises of being gentle as he thrusts inside of me. The sharp jerk of his hips that has him bottoming out inside of me is so intense, even after three orgasms and with how wet I am, my wail of surprise and pain is sharp and made in earnest. Isaac chuckles darkly before his mouth latches back onto one of my nipples.

He pulls out slowly. As he does, I try to relax. Though it’s a smooth progression, my body needs a second to adjust to his size. I’ve never taken a lover that is both longandthick. It doesn’t help that I haven’t had sex for nearly ten months. Even my best dildo doesn’t come close to what Isaac is packing. Just as the tip of his dick reaches my entrance, Isaac snaps his hips forward again. This time, I’m ready for him. Kind of. I breathe through the forward motion and my body relaxes.

Then arousal gushes around him.

As I groan, Isaac swears softly as he pulls away from my nipple. “You clearly need me as much as I need you. I’m being sucked deeper into your pretty cunt like your body is starving for me.”

Starving? Have I beenstarvingfor Isaac? Is that why I’ve been tempting him all these months, session after session? Possibly, though I don’t give it much thought as I turn my mind off and just give myself over to the moment. As my body stretches to accommodate my client’s dick, a rush of giddy excitement circulates through me.

I’ve wanted this for so long.

My breathing becomes ragged as Isaac’s thrusts become more urgent. The wet, sloppy sounds our bodies make as he moves is the soundtrack to this scandalous moment in my life. My chest arches as I gasp and groan. I’ve never felt fuller than I do now. He feels glorious. Maybe this is a risk well worth the consequences. When I give my notice, I hope my body still feels the imprint of Isaac's dick.

Impossibly, I feel the coiling of tension gathering in my lower stomach once more.

“That’s right, Meredith. I need to feel you cum around my dick like the dirty doctor you are,” Isaac growls as he hovers over me. He stares down at me with his teeth bared in a muted growl, his eyes blazing with victory. A small vein in his forehead bulges and sweat beads at his brow.

“I-I don’t know if I can again.” My voice is breathless, barely audible, as my body rocks back and forth across my desk with every thrust of his hips.

“You can and you will. Your pleasure is mine. When I say I want to see you cumming, you’re going to fucking cum,” he hisses before leaning down and claiming my lips with his. Reaching up, I hold his face and savor how his lips and tongue taste like me. I moan as my pleasure spikes. Just as my body begins to tense, ready to jump again from this new and crazy height, the door to my office opens.

Shit. Not again.

6

BERNARD

“No!”Isaac snarls, glaring over his shoulder at me as I enter the office. “You’re supposed to wait your fucking turn!”

I ignore him for a moment as I take the time to appreciate Meredith’s body wrapped around my son. Her flawless brown skin is on display but Isaac’s body blocks much of it. I need her stark naked before me. I breathe through the musky scent of sex in the air in an attempt to cool the fire in my veins. It doesn’t help. Still, I’m settled enough to know that I’ll get Meredith to myself soon. No need to rush this.

I watch as she pushes herself up onto her forearms. The dread situated on her pretty heart-shaped face melts away to true horror when our eyes meet. It’s fucked up how hard this look gets me. But it also pisses me off. She can pretend to be mortified all she wants. I suppose if she had any sort of dignity, this is the appropriate response when your boss catches you fucking his son.

And one of her clients.

Still, I’ve seen the carnal hunger she wears when she’s staring at my picture. It always darkens when she brings my handkerchief, or sometimes even my jacket, up to her face while she falls apart with my name on her lips right here on her couch.

I shoot her a wink.

As the blood drains from her face and eyes widen, Meredith’s hands come up to push Isaac away. My son doesn’t seem to notice. He slams his hands down onto the desk on either side of her and continues to glare at me.

This isn’t Isaac. He’s not a rash or territorial individual, nor is he typically this unhinged. In any other situation, I would find it irritating. But I understand it under the circumstances.

Using just her beauty alone, Meredith seems capable of corrupting even the most even-tempered individuals. It’s a powerful gift that’s now come around to bite her in the ass.

Rock hard and barely able to breathe evenly, I yank my phone out of my pocket as I move to sit on the couch.

“Don’t mind me. I’m just here to make some new family videos. I’m sure, one day, we’ll look back on this moment quite fondly.”

Meredith’s back hits the desk. Her weak gasp pulls Isaac’s attention back to her. He looks down at her, lowering his head so they’re nearly nose to nose.

“Hey, don’t you dare pass out on me!”

He grabs her thighs to bring them up to his waist. Then he thrusts into her. Meredith cries out, the sound strangled. My dick strains against my zipper at the wet sound their bodies make. Unlocking my phone screen, I pull up the camera and push the record button.

This is going to make an amazing home video.

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