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I nodded and left.

I read it in the car.

The client has been instructed to refrain from achieving climax until our next session. This task is intended to evoke the client’s capacity to tolerate arousal, delay gratification, and become more aware of the emotional and psychological factors that fuel their compulsions.

What the fuck?

Then a text from Kaleb:

Kaleb:Can’t wait. Video call soon.

Therapy is going to blow, man.

I hate normal men.

Chapter Four

BLAKE

Assoonas8p.m. hits, I sign onto the forum. It’s a perverse place, but even I have my quirks, and this one was necessary for my sanity.

I needed to see him. Not as my client, but as my personal little toy.

I close my office door and palm myself, already imagining the dirty show he’s going to put on for me. All tease, no release.

I wish I hadn’t seen him walk into my private practice. I wanted to meet more organically. I had it all planned out.

I’d find him at his favorite club, catch him just tipsy enough, then swoop in all charm. I’d offer to buy him a drink. I’d spike it, nothing dangerous, just enough to lower his walls. He’d wake up in my bed, untouched. I wouldn’t fuck him. He doesn’t see men as anything but animals who want to use him, so I wouldn’t. And that would be the key. He’d thank me for being a gentleman, with his tight body curled against me. Then, after he’s asked, I’d give him the best fuck of his life.

He’d fall in lust. Then love.

It would’ve worked. He’s lonely. Lives alone. The only people he talks to are perverted men on the forum. He would’ve been easy to break. Most people are. I’d be gentle with him at first. Sooner or later, he’d return my affection.

We would’ve been lovers.

But now I can’t. He’s my client. And if I fuck him now, even discreetly, it’ll only confirm what he already thinks of men.

Great.

Maybe I can move slowly. Subtle enough that he doesn’t notice. Or maybe I can break him to the point that it doesn’t matter how perverse I am, because by then, he’ll be too in love to care. But he doesn’t seem like the type to fall in love under those circumstances.

Fuck.

I try to keep the frustration out of my message as I type.

It’s not his fault he walked into my office. But now all I want is to grab him, bend him over my desk, and make him beg me to fix him.

I have to be careful now. I have to coax him.

But the goal is still the same.

Ash.luv:Turning on camera now ;)

I lean back, waiting for my favorite show.

Ash pops on screen, smiling with that sultry little look of his. He’s wearing the collar like I asked. His eyes—big, dark pools of chocolate—lock on the camera.

“Hi Kaleb. Good to see you,sir.” He flicks his gaze toward the chat window. “So, what game tonight?” He grins.

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