Sessions We Shouldn’t Have

CHAPTER 02

ADORA ||

“BABY, wake up, we have our session in an hour," I felt Eric next to me shaking me to get up. 1 hummed, turning around, going back to sleep. "Adora, I don't want to be late." he opened the blinds, making the bright sunlight hit the windows, hurting my eyes.

"Eric, what the f**k?!" he removed the covers from my body, revealing me in his shirt.

"Adora, is that my shirt?" he said, sounding a bit disgusted. I got up, stretching, looking down at his white shirt on my body.

"I got cold so I borrowed a shirt, is something wrong with that?" I went to go brush my teeth

"You know how I feel when it comes to you wearing my clothes Adora," I spit out the last of toothpaste, cleaning my mouth before running the showers' hot relaxing water. I strip out of his shirt, giving it back to him he takes it, putting it back in his closet. He goes to join me in the shower but I close and lock the door.

"I'll be in the car"

Eric and I sat in the classy building, his knee repeatedly bouncing impatiently. We had lunch with his mother today after this and he didn't like to be late to things. He kept looking down at my dress when I stood up getting out the car saying did I have to wear it. I rolled my eyes telling him I like the way I look in this dress so yes I was going to wear it.

"Mr. Romano will see you now" the lady came out of the door waiting for us. Eric was first up, I didn't miss his eyes glued to her chest that was covered in a small buttoned up blazer so she wasn't showing any skin. I bumped his arm and he turned to me holding my hand leading us into the dark grey office. We took a seat waiting for whoever the therapist was.

"Eric I'm not sure about this" I admitted before Eric could respond he walked through the other door.

The man from last night but this time, he was in a dark blue button up shirt but the first few buttons weren't closed. The tattoos and chain on his chest going along with the tattoos decorating his strong arms. His pants were grey with a black belt matching his shoes. His eyes followed Eric too my legs all the way up to my eyes drinking me in.

"You must be Mr. Romano?" Eric fixed his terrible posture while the man took his seat with his signature legs spread pose allowing a good view of his thick thighs.

"Please call me Nico" his eyes still on mine trying to focus on the words coming from Eric. I kept my composure, destroying what happened between us last night. I was a married woman and it was wrong of me to do so.

It'll never happen again.

"Well, Nico, this is my wife, Adora. You may call me Eric," he placed his hand out, shaking Eric's. I shook his hand, feeling his silver rings on my front palm.

I let go quickly, placing my hand on Eric's thigh. He watched Eric take my hand in his, and I could have sworn I watched his jaw clench.

"Why don't we get started? Eric, what made you want a therapist for your s****l relationship with your wife?" It was like he was forcing himself to say wife.

"I've noticed lately she's starting to like new things that I'm not really into, she doesn't finish when I do, and I've caught her faking her pleasure at times." I turned my head to Eric, but he kept his forward while Nico wrote it down. The level of embarrassment I felt was unreal.

'I'm going to ask you, Adora, if you're okay with me calling you that. If not, it's fine, but I'm going to ask you to step out so I can hear more of your husband's part, please. ' I nodded, standing up, feeling eyes on me as I did so, turning around to close the door, but they weren't Eric's.

Thirty minutes later, Eric walked out, and Nico motioned me to follow him. He closed the door as I sat back down. I heard him lock it.

"You don't have to worry about anything, the walls are soundproof," he said, standing in front of his desk, crossing his arms and legs over one another.

"Can I call you Adora, or do you prefer Mrs. Rogers?" he took out his notepad, ready to write anything I said down.

"Adora is fine," I played with the ruffle part of my dress, not meeting his eyes.

"Do you enjoy s*x with your husband, Adora?" he said bluntly.

"Yes, I do," I gnawed on my lower lip.

"Adora, this is confidential. When you walk through this office, everything you say or do stays between us. No one else knows but us, so I'm going to ask you again, don't lie to me this time." What did he mean by or do.

"Do you enjoy s*x with your husband, Adora?" he repeated more firmly this time.

"Not since our honeymoon," I answered. Now I was going to have to go into detail on how my husband isn't dominant enough.

"Please elaborate," he put his notepad down this time.

"Our honeymoon was amazing, then he became CEO of his company, which I'm very happy for him, but we don't see each other as much, he's always busy with work even at home." I sat up a bit straighter while he listened.

"Eric comes off work really late, so he's always tired, even on days he doesn't have work, he's still out," I sighed.

"When you two do spend time together, ready to have s*x, how's that like?" his hand was on his jaw now, watching me intently.

"It's really fast and not fast as in enjoyable, but fast to where he finishes, but it's not good enough for me to".

"Adora, take a seat on the couch over there," I said, going to the black couch, fixing my dress before sitting. He sat on the matching couch across from me.

"Close your eyes and imagine, you and your husband now having sex." I closed my eyes, seeing Eric on top of me, his face twisted in pleasure, close to his release.

"Now, imagine, Eric doing everything you've ever wanted him to do, every little kink you've discovered in yourself.” I imagine Eric holding my neck as he thrusts into me fast while my eyes are tightly closed.

I opened my eyes to want to see Eric, but it's not him, it's Nico on top of me, smirking above me, holding my neck down, calling me names I would have never allowed anyone to call me, but when he says it, I couldn't care less because it feels so good.

NICO POV||

I sit gazing as her thighs press themselves together and her plumped lip tucked between her teeth.

"Imagine yourself moaning his name as he fills your deepest desires," she nods her body moving a bit on the couch as if she were riding someone. I would be lying if I said I wasn't getting hard watching her lose herself.

She was getting lost in her own fantasy.

"Does it feel good, Adora?" Her mouth drops open.

"Yes, it feels really good." I don't understand how the man outside couldn't see that his wife had kinks waiting to be unlocked. When I did this with him, he lasted two minutes before telling me that's how long they had s*x.

No wonder she didn't enjoy s*x with him; he searched for his own orgasm before making sure she got her own.

"Yes, what Adora?" The dress was riding up her thighs a bit, showing off her soft brown skin. Her n*****s were becoming hard through her dress.

"Yes, Nico, it feels good," she breathed lowly. I stood up, placing my hand in her thigh, a low sound escaped her lips.

"Open your eyes, Adora," They opened slowly, her dark browns swirling with lust, calming down.

"It wasn't him, was it?" I knew she wasn't seeing her husband. I felt her wanting someone who would control her when she danced on me last night; every inch of her begged to be kissed.

Adora wanted to be told she was a dirty little slut, but at the same time, praised for being a good girl. She wanted to be choked while someone f****d her, yet she wanted the sweet moments also.

She didn't want it she craved it.

Her husband simply couldn't provide any of those things.

"I tried, Nico, but I couldn't see him; it's just not who Eric is." I understood Eric would never be the dominant she wanted in life because he had no experience, he didn't worship control in the bedroom, and he didn't even have s*x with his wife.

Eric was a stupid man. He had a wife with such a lovely body with devilish thoughts any man would want her in their bed right now, but here he was with her, and he wasn't treating her the way she deserved.

"What is it that you wish Eric would do?" She hesitated at first. "Strictly confidential, Adora."

"I want him to put me in my place when I tease him, I like messing with Eric on purpose or distracting him from work, he only tells me to leave him alone or that he's busy... but I want him to punish me for bothering him, not push me away." Her eyes held so much innocence, but there wasn't a drop of innocence in them.

"He rushes when it comes to having s*x; there's hardly any foreplay. When I want him to deny me of my orgasm and make me wait or beg for it he doesn't, he says he just wants to go to sleep like he doesn't like my body," her voice faltering.

"How does that make you feel?"

'It makes me not like my body, at first he'd tell me I'd wear clothes that made me look weird. When we started our marriage, I had major body insecurities, especially about my hips, because he'd tell me that dresses made them look to wide.

"Sometimes when he'd hang out with his friends and he came home drunk and Id wear his shirts, he'd tell me to take them off because he didn't want my hips to stretch his clothes out". " She twiddled with her fingers in her lap.

Eric wasn't just a stupid man; he was a stupid boy. He was still bringing her down even after marriage, what even made her say yes? Instead of worshiping what he had, he was destroying it without even noticing, making her believe it was just their s*x lives, but it was their marriage in total.

"Have you spoken to him about this?" I'm a s*x therapist, not a marriage counselor. What the hell am I doing?

"He mostly says he's joking and that he doesn't truly mean it, and he loves me, so I ignore any bad emotions telling me different," she gives a short smile full of hurt.

"Are you two done yet? We have to leave," her husband says through the door. He can't hear us, but we can hear him and his annoying voice loud and clear. I move from Adora, opening the door for him.

"Finally, Adora, let's go, thank you, Mr. Romano, but I don't think we'll need your help anymore in our lives, our marriage is perfect," he assured.

That's not what your kinky little wife told me.

"Wait, what are you talking about, Eric?, Nico was actually helping and listening, unlike some people," she mumbled the last part, but I heard her.

"You were correct, baby. We don't need a s*x therapist," he took her hand in his.

"If you change your mind, here's my card." I directly handed her my card with my personal phone number.

She'd be back even if that meant he wouldn't be coming along with her.

Her husband stormed out, telling her to meet him in the car.

"Does this mean I can still call you or come to your office if I need to get some things off my chest?" she said as if she was scared I would say no.

"Wait, what are you talking about, Eric? Nico was actually helping and listening, unlike some people," she mumbled the last part, but I heard her.

"You were correct, baby, we don't need a s*x therapist," he took her hand in his.

"If you change your mind, here's my card." I directly handed her my card with my personal phone number.

She'd be back even if that meant he wouldn't be coming along with her.

Her husband stormed out, telling her to meet him in the car.

"Does this mean I can still call you or come to your office if I need to get some things off my chest?" she said as if she was scared I would say no.

"I'll see you soon, Adora."