Page 40 of Tortured Whispers
“Do you trust me, Brook?” I asked, slowing my pace.
“Always,” she answered immediately.
“Good girl.” I slapped her ass then slid my hand up to her throat and squeezed. When she yelped with surprise, I hooked a finger in her mouth and she sucked on it like it was my dick.
“You know I’d never hurt you,” I said, fucking her harder while my grip on her throat tightened.
“I want you to,” she whispered.
“You want me to what?”
“Hurt me…” I shut my eyes against her words and I choked her harder while I hammered into her. The slippery noises coming from where our bodies connected was so addictive.
She was everything. She was too much and yet I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to consume her sweetness whole. Not just the pretty parts. Not petal by petal but from the root up.
Maybe I was a monster. I wasn’t sure. I was sure of one thing though: Brooklyn tamed me. She tamed my grief and my uncertainty. She tamed my heartache and made everything feel like it was okay.
“I’m going to cum, Cease.” Those words were music to my ears. My body thrummed with a steady buzz of electricity when her pussy clamped down around my girth. I slammed into her from behind and she screamed. It dripped with pleasure the same way my cock was dripping with Brooklyn.
That high-pitched, needy squeak unraveled me. I shot into her hard and fast. I slowed to a stop, letting my cock pulse between her walls while she finished milking me dry.
My skin wouldn’t stop buzzing even though I’d pulled out. I was in awe watching my seed dribble back out of her. She was mine now. I was in too deep to give a fuck about society anymore.
Brooklyn and I would have to hide from prying eyes for a while but the moment I could run away with her, I would. Somewhere where nobody knew us.
It was risky but I had to have her. I’d never known feelings to run as deep and strong as the ones I had for Brook. I was helpless against the love I had for her. If it made me sick then I never wanted the cure.
I only wanted to die a happy man.
We indulged in a quick shower together but I had to go for a therapy session before work and she had to go to school. She spent five extra minutes kissing me and I spent ten extra minutes talking my cock down.
**
When I walked into Ronnie Hollow’s office, I knew it would be a casual session. He and I were best friends from our days at NYU together. He got his doctorate before I did but only by a year. I was grateful that he offered me a position as a child therapist within his practice.
I wouldn’t trust anyone else with my issues and I wouldn’t have asked Brook to trust anyone else either. There was a slight conflict of interest with us being friends but it was something we both chose to turn a blind eye to. Ronnie knew how to keep a neutral head and I knew how to be a patient and not a psychologist.
“Cease, come on in,” Ronnie smiled at me and gestured to the black sofa against the window in his office. I took a seat and pushed out a breath.
“Thanks for doing this, Ronnie. I don’t really trust anyone else. Also, since there’s an ethical boundary line we’re crossing here…I don’t have to pay for the session, right?” I cracked a smile and Ronnie shook his head at me.
“No, that’s not what it means. It means I’m charging you double for stressing me out as a therapist and a friend,” he laughed.
“Well, you let me know how that shit goes. I just closed on a house and I’m living with an eighteen-year-old. Money is not my friend.” I watched Ronnie’s brows gather and he grabbed his pen and pad to write notes.
