Vicious Circle

9. The News

“Wayne, please...” I said, wanting him to move his hand between my legs. The conflict between my body and my mind was beginning to wear me down. He, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the situation.

When the car started moving, he didn't move an inch.

“Brie,” I said, his breath hitting my neck. He lowered his hand from my shoulder and took my hand, which was resting on the edge of the seat. When he guided my hand to his p***s, I took a deep breath.

“W-Wayne!”

“Shhh,” he said. My hand was still on his p***s. It was so hard that it was clearly uncomfortable for him. “I've been holding myself back since I saw you. I just need to cum.”

The desperation in his voice and the wetness between my legs made me think, “Just sex.” I shouldn't have done it. It was completely against the doctor-patient relationship. But we weren't in a session right now. As my thoughts continued, Wayne's hand moved.

“Wayne.”

I heard a slight chuckle. “Stop thinking. You're with me right now. Think about me.”

When I moved my hand, he took a deep breath. I didn't want to stop. I was proud that I was the one giving him this pleasure. When I sped up, he continued.

“Brie, don't stop.”

I tried to grasp his p***s completely with my hand. However, when I failed, I tried to open his p***s with my other hand. When Wayne realized what I was trying to do, he put his hand inside my pants. When he skipped my underwear, I knew from his quick and heavy breathing that my bare skin was driving him crazy.

“You've prepared yourself for me. A hairless pussy.” By then, I had somehow opened his pants and grabbed his p***s.

“Isn't this for me, Brie? Isn't this p***y for me?” His movements had become rough. He covered my p***y completely with his hand and squeezed it. It was very difficult for me not to moan.

“Brie, answer me.”

In response to his movement, I grabbed his p***s. He lifted his head slightly and looked at me with his blue eyes. “You're retaliating, aren't you!”

When he suddenly stuck his finger inside me, I paused. He moved his finger without wasting any time. “Brie, this p***y isn't clean for me, is it?”

It was obvious that I hadn't had s*x with anyone because my v****a was so tight. But Wayne wanted to hear it from me. He wanted me to say that I belonged to him.

“Ay Brie,” he said, holding my chin with his other hand. He lifted my head and looked into my eyes. "I love your fighting spirit. Then I love breaking it. " he said, adding another finger and speeding up his movements. I wanted to grab his p***s quickly and beg him to c*m inside me. But that wasn't how it went. Wayne was faster than me. Plus, I was more sensitive. When he added his third finger, my moans were so loud that there was no way the driver couldn't hear us.

“Brie, tell me and c*m,” he said with a mischievous smile on his face.

“I hate you.” There was a sudden change in his face, but he quickly returned to his old self. However, the look in my eyes was now lust. The lust of breaking me, of making me his...

“The fingers of the man you hate are inside your p***y,” he said, his fingers bringing me to the brink of orgasm. “Say it, Brie Cooper.”

He stopped. He just stood there. My body wanted to come. It wanted it desperately.

“Y-yours,” I said in a low voice.

“Say it louder.”

His fingers moved slightly. I moaned.

“Yours,” I said, speeding up the movements of my hand. Wayne continued with the joy of his answer, and when he made me come, he came too. I was embarrassed by the liquid on my hand. Even though I pulled my hand away quickly, it was still there.

When Wayne pulled his hand out of my pants, he was sitting on the opposite chair, sucking the fluid from his fingers. He was doing this while looking into my eyes. When I tried to fix my clothes, I was looking for a tissue to wipe the fluid from my hand.

“Suck it,” he said. I looked at him as if I didn’t understand. “Suck your fingers. Suck my fluid.”

When I shook my head no, he laughed. He adjusted his pants and leaned forward, bringing my fingers to my mouth. Even though I wanted to pull away, he held my chin with his hand. His blue eyes were shining from having come and getting the answer he wanted.

“It's your doing,” he said. “This c*m is your doing.”

I realized that I had no choice but to listen to him. As I sucked his fingers, Wayne was watching me. What I was doing must have given him pleasure because I could tell he was hard from his pants.

“Brie, I'm going to sleep now.”

When the car stopped, he opened the door. He reached out his hand to help me out. When I quietly went to my floor, I threw myself into the bathroom.

What the hell had I done! How could I do such a thing! And with my patient! I had broken the rules of ethics. Wayne Holmes was the only man I had ever made love to in my life. Despite what he had done to me, it was so wrong to be like this with him again. I was betraying myself. It was my fault for not resisting my desires or Wayne. I hated throwing myself into his arms.

When I came out, I realized I had been in the bathroom for a long time. The sun was gone. When I stepped out onto the balcony, I realized I hadn't paid any attention to the outside. There was an ocean in front of me. Endless. The city was bustling. I could hear people's voices. Stopping to listen distracted me from my thoughts.

The sound of the phone ringing inside distracted me. When I looked at my phone, I saw that it was Colin calling.

“Colin?”

“Hey Brie, how are you?”

“I'm fine. How are you?”

“Same,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Brie, my investigation is going to take a long time. Some obstacles are being put in my way that I don't understand. Do you have an enemy?”

As I sat down in front of the TV, my hand went to the remote. While flipping through the channels, I paused at the news that appeared on the screen.

Famous Formula 1 Driver Wayne Holmes' Hidden Illness: Insomnia

“Brie?”

As thoughts raced through my mind, I stopped at the name that came to mind. “Alex Holmes.”