Page 74 of Quake

“I’d say the very first session was helpful. I won’t lie and say everything was butterflies and roses immediately after an hour-long session, but I left with a few new techniques to manage things. Every week after that, we worked on whatever was bothering me. We changed gears as we went because sometimes we found one thing would work better than another, or I’d have a different set of stressors, but it was easier to navigate. After the first year, I was able to see her twice a month instead of every week, and now I still speak with a therapist once a month. It’s mostly just for a mental health check to ensure I’m taking care of myself and what I need to do, but it’s reassuring to have someone there who knows my history but has no biases surrounding what I tell them. I get to say anything I want and know it won’t be used against me or brought up later outside of our video call.”

That piques my interest. “You do your therapy sessions over a video call?”

“Yep. I used to do them in person, but my schedule is so hectic these days that the video calls make it easier to fit in.”

The words bubble over. “Can you help me find a therapist like that? One who does calls over the phone or something?”

A small smile spreads across her bowed lips. That little freckle is staring right at me, begging me to kiss it.

“I’d be happy to.”

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“Okay, so your dad calls you little bird, you’ve spoken French your whole life because your mom spoke it in the house, your favorite meal is anything with grease, Ghostface turns you on, and you prefer soccer over hockey, but you like hockey romances better?” I ask, raising a brow at her, confirming I’ve memorized each and every detail she’s shared with me while we’ve sat here.

She smiles brightly at me. “Yep, that sums it up.”

“I’ve got a burning question for you that’s been bothering me for weeks.”

She shifts in her seat. “Shoot.”

“What exactlyison that list of kinky things you want to do? I’m just trying to gauge how much of that list I’ve actually crossed off.” I smirk at her.

She rolls her eyes, huffing out a small breath. “Fine, if you’re gonna keep asking, I’ll list them off, butonlyif you tell me some of yours too.”

“Deal.”

“Okay, well, obviously being submissive and dominant. And clearly, you’ve crossed one of those off.” She wiggles her cell out of her pocket and stares down at the screen for a few moments.

“Noted. Do you keep a list on your phone or something?”

Her freckled cheeks turn pink. “It’s something I made recently, but yeah.” She giggles. “There’s a lot of usual stuff on here, too, and like I said, I absolutely have a Ghostface kink, so I’d like to explore that at least once and find out if it’s really something I like.”

I know what I’ll be buying online when I get home.

“Go on,” I urge.

“I’d like to try bondage, but I’m not interested in ball gags or those leather masks that spread your mouth open.” She giggles, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

“No ball gags or mouth spreaders. Got it. Aside from my dick in your mouth, of course,” I say with a wink and revel in the way her cheeks flush.

She nods, confirming what I’ve said with a wry grin. “Exhibitionism is something I’m into in theory, but not really sure I want to riskactuallygetting caught.”

Well, isn’t that interesting?

“I think that could be arranged…” I trail off, but my cock is already swelling in my jeans. Gripping her jaw, I pull her mouth to mine roughly, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. “No one gets to see my woman’s pretty pink pussy besides me.” I trail kisses down her slender throat. “But out here, if someone pulls up, they might see us together. Would that suffice?”I love that she didn’t object to being called “my woman.”

Her body quakes under my grip, goosebumps lining her skin. “Y-yes.” She moans.

Pulling out my wallet, I extract the condom I put in there just for Lark. I sure as shit hadn’t needed it before.

Opening it with my teeth, I pull out the lubricated condom. “Lean back in your seat, little red.”

Her brows pinch in confusion, but she does as I say. I work the condom over the gearshift, and her jawliterallydrops. “Wh-what is going on?”

“You’ll see. Do as I say, and I’ll have you coming so hard, you won’t see straight for a week.”

Her eyes are wide, but her shoulders relax. “Okay,” she whispers.

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