What He Doesn’t Know (File 7-B)

[Therapy Office -- Audio Recording Begins]

The door clicked shut behind her. She didn't sit right away.

She hovered. Nervous energy curled around her body like smoke, hands fiddling with the strap of her purse.

Then, like surrender, she exhaled and crossed her legs on the couch, slow, deliberate, as if she knew the angle gave a peek of lace under her skirt.

Nia Weston. Thirty-two. Married. No prior therapy.

She wore red lipstick like a weapon, but her voice betrayed her.

"He has no idea what I did to get him through college."

[CONFESSION - NIA'S VOICE LOG]

"Tariq's sweet. Hardworking. But he's not... that smart. He barely passed classes even though he stayed up studying all night. I couldn't watch him fail. I loved him. I still do."

"At the time, I knew both of his professors. Bryant was already flirting. I pushed it further. Wore short skirts. No bra. Pretended to need help with my paper."

"He called me into his office during his break. Locked the door. Told me to suck his dick if I really cared that much."

She paused.

Licked her lips.

"So I dropped to my knees, on that ugly-ass brown carpet. He didn't even take his belt all the way off--just pulled his cock out, hard and already leaking. He gripped my hair like I was his to own, and fucked my throat while I gagged around it. I let him. I wanted him to come."

"He came deep, too. No warning. I swallowed like a good girl and wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my sweater."

"He passed Tariq with a B+."

"Ellis was a little more... nasty. Real quiet type. He told me he liked raw loyalty. Said he wanted to test mine."

"He bent me over the back of a wooden bench in the art building. Pulled my jeans down, no condom, spit on my asshole and shoved his dick in while I bit the edge of the bench to keep from screaming."

"It hurt. He was thick. Fast. Said, 'Love means taking it where it hurts, baby.' And I did. Took every inch until I felt his cum leak down the backs of my thighs."

"I cried on the walk home. But I didn't stop him. I didn't even ask him to wear a condom."

"Tariq graduated six months later."

[THERAPIST'S POV -- PRESENT DAY, OFFICE]

I should have interrupted.

I should've asked her how she felt.

Instead, I stayed still, hard beneath my desk. My hand twitching. My mouth dry.

"Fast forward a few years--Tariq got passed over for promotions. Twice. We needed that third one. I couldn't go back to that tiny apartment. I made a choice."

"Malcolm Shaw was his boss. Smooth. Cold. He asked me to meet him at the Marriott. Said he liked my 'ambition.' I wore a red dress with no panties."

"He didn't even wait for dinner. Just grabbed me by the throat in the hotel hallway, pulled me into the room, and made me get on all fours."

"He pushed my face into the mattress and rubbed his cock all over my pussy lips. Didn't even go inside yet. Said, 'Beg for your man's future.'"

"So I begged. I begged while he slapped my ass and pushed the tip inside slow, like he was branding me with his power."

"I came. Fuck, I came hard. Before he even really fucked me. That made him laugh."

"He took his time. Used my mouth. My throat. Came all over my face. Said it was the cost of the raise."

"Two days later, I met his wife, Lena. I didn't know she'd be there. She walked in mid-session. Gorgeous, older, confident. Said she wanted a taste."

"She tied my hands with a silk scarf and sat on my face like I was furniture. I couldn't breathe, couldn't see--just tasted her until she came in shudders."

"Then she licked me, teased me, spanked me until I begged her to fuck me. She slid her fingers inside me while Malcolm jerked off watching."

"When I came, she whispered, 'You want him to succeed, don't you?' And I screamed yes as my pussy clenched around her fingers."

"We got the house that spring."

"Then Tariq fucked up at work. Bad. And Malcolm called again."

"Same hotel. Lena came too. But this time they brought toys."

"They made me kneel in the corner while they whispered about me like I wasn't there. Lena strapped on a thick black dildo and told me to crawl to her."

"She fucked me slow. Deep. Malcolm sat in the chair, stroking his cock, whispering filth--'She'll do anything for him. Watch how she breaks for you.'"

"And I did. I broke. I cried. I came. I came while being fucked by a woman and humiliated by her husband."

"But when I walked out that hotel, Tariq still had his job."

[THERAPIST POV -- NIGHT -- PARKING DECK]

I park near the hotel's back entrance.

I play her voice on loop. That line--

"Beg for your man's future."

I unzip slowly. My cock's already thick in my hand. The wind brushes against my knuckles as I stroke to the sound of her moans, her shame, her silent pride.

The windows fog. I don't blink.

"I came on her fingers while he watched me fall apart."

I fall too.

Cum hits my wrist, hot and shaking.

And all I can think is--

I'd give anything to be part of the next story.

[THERAPIST'S JOURNAL ENTRY - PRIVATE FILE]

"They come to confess. I come to remember.

Their sins keep me hard. Their shame keeps me sane."