The Dark Under Light (Book #2 Masters of the Dark Series)

TIME IS UP

Emily couldn't help but laugh out loud. It wasn't like she was making fun of her patient; she would never do such a thing - but apparently, she could have lustful thoughts about him - it was just that the situation itself was ridiculous! It was the first time she had experienced something like this while working. Who knew that this morning would be so interesting? This was the most fascinating session she had ever had, and she was having the most fun ever, of course, at the expense of her patient. Richard Thorn remained true to himself and to his proposal, not caring that his doctor found the whole thing witty.

There were jewels hidden in the sea of people that were not yet discovered. Some spent their entire careers trying to find those gems, those rough diamonds that were worth a fortune, both in bank account and in experience. Emily had found a strange patient, yes, intriguing. Bold. Richard Thorn didn't seem to be shy about s****l matters, so she found herself asking another question. "Are you more comfortable talking about s*x?" she had to hide the heat in her tone of voice, she was trying so hard to stay professional. "Is s*x something that you are passionate about?"

He returned to his seat and stared at her dumbfounded, as if another head had sprouted from Emily. "What kind of question is that?" chuckled, a pair of twin dimples caught Emily's eye. "Who is not passionate about s*x? It’s about getting off and letting yourself go as the climax takes over your senses."

"There are many people who are not interested in having sex." Apparently, he is only thinking about his needs. "I see that you feel very passionate about the subject but only if it is about you. At no point did you mention experiencing this with someone else. Even when you offered me the deal, I could perceive that it would have been a unique experience for you.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Why is that?”

“Because s*x means f*****g with one or more people at the same time. If I were only caring about my needs, I would simple jack off.”

“Do you see your s****l partners as objects?” she inquired, more interested than ever.

“Yes.”

“So, you are not having s*x with a person. You are having s*x with yourself while using something for stimulation. Not someone, something. You are pretty much m**********g while having intercourse because you do not perceive your partner as a human being.” Emily saw the realization dawn upon Richard. It hit him hard for he seemed to be experiencing some sort of breakdown. A small one but a breakdown, nonetheless. “Now, you see- We also have the other two questions unanswered from the beginning of the session and as we go along I am beginning to see those little parts that make you unique as a person but also screams big red flags in my book.”

“Am I a danger to society then?”

“I don’t know. I’d like to keep scheduling with you to find out.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Can’t you just fix whatever is wrong with me right now?”

“I’m afraid therapy doesn’t work that way. It’s a process and most of the times it is a very long one. It requires patience and hard work from both the doctor and patient. There must be a commitment or there won’t be improvement in your life.”

Emily turned off the tape recorder and stood up, slowly walked to her desk and leaned over to write on a piece of paper. She scribbled instructions for Richard. Homework so to speak. Once she was done, she handed the paper over to her confused patient. "I know we have two hours together today but I'm afraid I'm going to have to end our session right now. If you decide to come back, I'll see you on Monday."

“What’s this?” he frowned down at the piece of paper in is hands.

"Your homework for the weekend. Like I said, if you decide to come back, I'll see you on Monday with your homework done. Depending on what you bring me that day, we'll see how to move on with you." Emily had faith that Richard would do a good job and even if it was hard for her she knew he could do it. It wasn't that complicated. Many times, she had done this exercise herself.

“Alright.” He got up swiftly. Head held up high. Wow, he’s so tall. “Same time on Monday?”

She nodded. “Have Sidney get that working for you and I will see you next week.”

“Until then, Doctor.”

Emily waved as he left her office. In the blink of an eye she ran into her private bathroom and leaned against the wall. Her hands began to explore her entire body. Emily built a fantasy in her head. Richard Thorn down on his knees in front of her as he licked the insides of her thighs. He would watch her as she sinks two fingers into her warm core and come just for him. He would watch with rapt fascination as she rides the waves of her orgasm and while she’s at the very peak, he forces her down on the tiled floor and with one powerful thrust plunge into her heat. For a while she imagined him taking her so forcefully, treating her like he treated his lovers. Just an object.

When Emily came apart with a muffled scream, she sank on the floor wondering what had come over her. She told herself it was because she didn’t masturbate this morning like she always did. But deep down, very, very deep down she knew that was nothing but a big, fat lie.

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Richard was at the end of the hall watching his d**k get lost in Sidney's folds. He pounded away into her, their flesh slapping against each other noisily. She moaned softly as he tugged at the ends of her hair and forced her back against his chest. While he was f*****g her, he started to think about his first assignment. Think of three reasons of why you see your s****l partners as objects. He then smacked Sidney’s buttocks so hard he left an imprint of his hands on her creamy skin, she yelped and felt her become wetter around him. Reason number one, their only purpose is to make me come.

Richard forced her onto her knees and had her take him into her mouth until he came. He pated her cheek and told her thanks.