Lust in sin (erotic collection)

Elena's POV I'm talking to my therapist, Matteo Arden, who's like, ridiculously hot for a therapist.Tall, dark, chiseled jaw, and those eyes - they just see right through you. But I digress. So I tell Matteo all about my fantasy for this guy where my hand finds itself in my panties everytime I think of him, expecting him to be all judgey and s**t, but instead, he just looks at me with this understanding smile. "Elena," he says in that calm, smooth voice of his, "it sounds like you're struggling with your attraction to 'Him'. Tell me, what do you find so alluring about him?" I bite my lip, trying to think of how to answer without sounding like a total creep. "Well," I start, "he's just...he's got this thing about him. You know how some people just have this...this je ne sais quoi? Like, you can't put your finger on it, but it just makes you want to jump their bones?" Matteo nods, jotting something down on his notepad. "I see," he says. "And how does this attraction manifest physically for you? Do you find yourself touching yourself more often when you think of 'Him'?" I feel my cheeks heat up, and I squirm in my seat a little. "Yeah, um...yeah, I do," I admit, feeling kinda embarrassed to be talking about my m**********n habits with my therapist. But then again, that's what I'm paying him for, right? Matteo sets his notepad aside and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Elena," he says softly, "I want to help you overcome this unhealthy fixation. But to do that, I need you to be completely honest with me. Can you do that for me?" I swallow hard, nodding. "Yeah, I can do that," I say, trying to sound confident even though I'm really not sure how much of a good idea this is. I mean, what kind of therapist asks their patient to talk about their m**********n habits in detail? But hey, he is the expert here. Matteo smiles at me encouragingly. "Good," he says. "Now, tell me more about how you touch yourself when you think of 'Him'. Where do you put your hands? What do you imagine 'He' is doing to you?" I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Well," I start, "I usually start by, like...you know, by rubbing my c**t. And then I'll slip a finger inside, maybe two if I'm feeling bold. And I'll imagine 'His' hands on me, 'His' fingers inside me..." I trail off, feeling myself get hot and bothered just thinking about it. f**k, what is wrong with me? I'm getting turned on talking about m**********g in front of my therapist. What kind of twisted person does that make me? Matteo seems to sense my discomfort because he says gently, "It's okay, Elena. This is a safe space. You can be as explicit as you need to be." And so I do. I tell him everything - how I love to use my vibrator, how I'll spread my legs and bury it deep inside my p***y, imagining it's 'Him's c**k. I tell him how I'll t**s slap myself while I finger myself, moaning and writhing on my bed until I'm right on the edge... But then something weird happens. I'm so caught up in my dirty talk that I don't even realize I've slid my hand into my pants. And before I know it, my fingers are buried deep inside my cunt, and I'm f*****g myself right there in front of Matteo. "Oh f**k," I moan, pumping my fingers faster and harder. "Oh God, 'M'...fuck me, f**k me..." I don't even notice Matteo isn't responding. I'm too lost in my own little world of pleasure to care. I'm so close, so f*****g close... And then suddenly, it hits me. The room is completely silent except for my moans and the wet sounds of my fingers plunging in and out of my p***y. And Matteo is just...watching me. No reaction, no response at all. I freeze, my hand still buried between my legs. "Um...Matteo?" I ask tentatively. "Are you okay?" He blinks at me, like he's snapped out of a trance. "Oh! Yes, yes I'm fine," he says quickly, looking flustered for the first time since we started this session. "Sorry, I just...got caught up in the moment. You were very...vivid in your description." I feel my face burn with embarrassment. "Yeah, sorry about that," I mumble, pulling my hand out of my pants and wiping it on my skirt. "I didn't mean to be so...I don't know...tacky?" Matteo shakes his head firmly. "No, no, don't apologize," he says. "I'm the one who should apologize. I let the session get away from me. That was unprofessional of me." I shrug awkwardly. "It's okay," I say. "I mean, it's not like I didn't get into it myself. But...you didn't seem to like it very much." Matteo sighs heavily and leans back in his chair. "Elena," he says carefully, "I want you to know that this isn't about whether or not I find you attractive. Because I do. You're a beautiful, desirable woman." My heart skips a beat at his words, but then he continues. "But this is about helping you overcome your unhealthy fixation on 'Him'. And until we do that, nothing else can happen between us." I feel a wave of disappointment wash over me. Of course he doesn't want me like that. He's my therapist, for god's sake. He's not allowed to be attracted to me. Even if he is super hot and totally fuckable. "Oh," I say lamely. "Right. Yeah, of course. I get it." Matteo gives me a small smile. "Good," he says. "Now, let's talk about some strategies for managing your urges when 'He' pops into your head. We can use grounding techniques like counting backwards from 100 or..." But I'm not really listening anymore. All I can think about is how much I want to f**k my therapist's brains out. And how he doesn't seem to want the same thing from me. Fucking figures. Just once, I'd like to meet a guy who wants me as much as I wan t them. But I guess that's just not in the cards for me.