The Patient

Disclaimer: Sensitive Content

This story explores themes involving an erotic relationship between a therapist and a patient. It is a fictional work intended for mature audiences only and is not meant to promote or endorse unethical behavior or professional misconduct.

The portrayal of this dynamic is purely for storytelling purposes and does not reflect real-world professional ethics or boundaries. In reality, such relationships may violate ethical codes and can have serious emotional and legal consequences.

Readers are advised to approach this story with an understanding of its fictional nature and sensitivity to the complex ethical issues involved.

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Session 1:

He exhaled, pulling the reading glasses from his face and setting them on the desk next to his keyboard. With a flick of his wrist, he turned off the LCD in front of him. It was only four o'clock, and he was tired and well passed burned out. Alec closed his brown eyes and squeezed at the bridge of his nose. Thankfully, he thought, he had no more appointments today, or this week for that matter. Next stop: his apartment, his couch, a glass of Lagavulin and whatever food he could scrounge up on one of those mobile take out apps.

The phone on his desk lit up and warbled at him, pulling him from his fantasy of slippers and a streamed sitcom. Alec tapped the speaker button on the handset. "Yeah? What's up, Lisa?" he answered, his annoyance barely kept in check.

"Your 4:15 is here, Alec. Should I send her in?"

He frowned. "I don't have a 4:15."

"Sorry Boss, she filled out the paperwork and signed up online earlier. I forgot to put it on your calendar. Should I have her reschedule?"

Alec sighed, "No, it's fine. Give me five and send her in." With a quick tap on the handset, Alec ended the call and stood up, his nearly six-foot frame protesting at having been in the cheap, big box store office chair for so long. He winced at the ache, looked at his reflection in the blank computer display and winced again. Watching his reflection, he smoothed out his button-down shirt and ran his hand through his dark hair, a grimace forming as he noticed a few more gray hairs at his temple.

After a deep breath, Alec forced a smile on his face and moved to the worn, brown leather chair that sat opposite a jade green chaise longue on the other end of his small therapy office. He set his reading glasses on the small wooden table next to the leather arm chair, and waited.

Promptly at the five-minute mark, Lisa knocked once and opened the door. "Mr. Pedersen? Ahna Patel is here for your 4:15." Lisa held open the door and a woman sheepishly stepped in. Alec guessed by her name and the rich bronze color of her skin that Ahna was of south Asian decent, perhaps second generation immigrant Nepalese. He stood, gesturing at the chaise. "Ahna, a pleasure. I'm Alec Pedersen. Thank you for reaching out to me."

Turning to Lisa, he added, "Thanks Lisa, I've got it from here.". As the door softly closed behind his assistant, Alec sat and asked, "How may I help you, Ahna?"

It wasn't thirty seconds before the seasoned therapist simply tuned out. Many of his patients suffered from the same problems. Useless, inattentive spouses, boredom, a longing for a life they would never have filled with adventure. Ahna even used the common refrain, 'I didn't think it'd be this way.'

Alec was in the same rut as his patients. He empathized on some level, but also found it a struggle to care anymore. He had no kids, and his divorce left him in a bad spot financially and emotionally. All he had now was his practice, and even that was starting to grate on him.

"So, what do you think I should do?" Ahna's question pulled him back to the moment. *Shit,* he thought. He had no idea what she was on about.

"Well, what does your gut tell you?" he answered. It was a line he used far too often. In university, he learned to lead the patients to their own answers with that type of question. He wondered if it actually made it into the text books as a way to get therapists out of the same bind he had put himself in now.

"I don't know... I... I guess I just deal with it?"

Alec shook his head, "Yes and no. But mostly no. We'll spend some time getting to the root of the problem and find some answers in due time. How does it feel to have finally put your concerns out into the world?"

His patient considered, then smiled, "You know, it feels good!"

Looking up at the clock above her, he saw it was now 5PM. Alec stood. "Great! Can I count on you being here at the same time next week?"

With a firm nod of her head, Ahna confirmed she'd be back next week. Pedersen directed her to schedule with Lisa, and waited for the door close click closed behind her before letting out a long breath. Now that was over, he could finally get home and get on with his evening.

Arriving home at his meager apartment, Alec flipped his keys onto the hook next to the front door, dropped his wallet on a side table and made his way to the kitchen. He added a rock to a clear glass tumbler, two fingers of whisky and retired to the couch in his living room, ready, and perhaps eager, to get to his unremarkable night.

Session 2:

A week passed with Pedersen going through the motions of consoling patients, acting as their sounding board and counselor. The agony of burn out and boredom didn't waiver, and before he knew it the clock struck 4PM on Friday again. As Alec wrapped up his patient notes, a rapping came at his door. He looked up to see Lisa, her quiet smile greeting him. "Ahna Patel for you, Alec."

Stepping aside, Lisa let Ahna pass into the room. Just as meekly as before, Ahna stepped into the room and sat on the deep green chaise longue, sinking into the soft cushions. Alec forced a smile, and moved to his customary position in his worn leather arm chair.

"Ahna, yes, thank you for returning this week. So, tell me how this week went with your husband."

The woman immediately started in about yesterday evening's dishes, and Alec sunk back into his mind. This time, however, he found himself being drawn out of it, back to Ahna. In that moment, he finally noticed her. She was pretty in her own way. Perhaps not as modernly sexy as the adult entertainer that saw him every other Wednesday... Candy, he recalled... who struggled with the morality of her job versus wanting to start a family. No, Ahna was different.

Alec's brown eyes examined Ahna more closely now. She had a little weight on her, but he found that attractive. Her full, dark cheeks were framed by almost black, straight hair, parted in the middle. Ms. Patel was dressed professionally, as if coming here straight from work, and her colorful skirt betrayed the barest view of silky legs. Ahna was shorter than he by a fair margin, perhaps standing only 5'3", but she filled that stature marvelously.

His taking notice of her also opened up an idea in Alec's mind. What if he found a break in his monotony with Ahna? With a little time and trust, he could probably coax quite the pleasurable experience out of the woman.

Suddenly, Alec squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "What is it?" Ahna asked, her soft voice breaking through the fog of Alec's fantasy and shame.

"Nothing, apologies," he began, then looked up at the clock. "We are going to have to find a way for you to form some solid boundaries with your husband, Ms. Patel. Let's both take the week to think about that and come together next week, shall we?"

With a nod and 'thank you', Ahna stood, preparing to leave. As she passed by the door frame, Alec found it difficult to not stare at how the woman's ass perfectly filled her skirt. It took some conscious effort to pull his eyes away, and again he reminded himself of the impropriety of his thoughts. He took a deep breath and walked back to his computer to fill out his notes before calling it a day.

Session 3:

The following Thursday night, Alec lay in bed, tossing and turning. He couldn't sleep. Again.

Taking himself away from reeling mind, Alec began to focus on his body, trying to practice the mindfulness techniques he often preached to his patients. *Patients,* he thought, his mind jumping to the faces of the people he had on his docket for the next day. When it landed on Ahna's cute, South Asian face, his mind paused.

Soon, his mind conjured images of Ahna unbuttoning her blouse, her ample breasts held tightly to her by a black lace bra. Her finger crooked at Alec, beckoning him to 'come hither'. In his bed, Alec's hand slipped under the elastic of his pajama shorts, gripping his hardening shaft, beginning to stroke. In his mind, however, it was Ahna stroking him, lowering to her knees to wrap her puffy lips around his girth. When in his mind she brought his head to the back of his throat, he felt himself find release in real life. The image faded quickly, and Alec found himself lying in bed, panting, reflecting on the moment.

He only took a few minutes to clean up and change, and when his head hit the pillow again, he was fast asleep. Waking the next morning, Therapist Alec Pedersen resolved to break the cycle of his boredom with Ahna Patel.

For the first time in longer than he could remember, Alec was actually looking forward to a patient's session. Punctual as always, Ahna walked in to his office just after 4 PM. He gestured for her to sit as he took his usual seat opposite his patient, sinking easily into his chair.

"Alright, Mrs. Patel, tell me about your week," he prompted.

"Well, work has been good, at least, but my husband..." Ahna began, jumping straight into the latest drama with her inattentive husband. Alec listened this time, and though his mind wandered like it did during his other sessions recently, it's main focus was still the lovely woman before him. His patient's exotic skin was tight and free of blemish. Today, she wore a professional grey jacket over a low cut black blouse, exposing her neck and chest, offering the slightest tease the top of her ample cleavage. The fabric cut was cut close to her frame, her ensemble finished with a grey, knee length skirt that matched her outerwear. Unstockinged legs were held close together, and Alec found it difficult to peel his eyes away from them and back to his patient's face. He chastised himself mentally for leering; he should be better than that, but Ahna made it difficult for him not to. Then a comment she made pulled his attention away from her beauty and towards her words.

"It's... it's been so long. It makes me feel ugly," she explained.

Alec blinked. In his mind's eye, he rewound the conversation a few moments. She was talking about her sex life, right?

"You know that you're not, right?" Alec said, shaking his head. "You're a lovely woman, and any man should count himself lucky to have the opportunity to woo you, your husband included. Don't conflate his insecurity and own problems with your attractiveness."

It was Ahna's turn to shake her head. "No, he's right. I'm fat and ugly. If I lose weight like he says I should, then he'll want me again. It's just... well, I have needs. My mother was so conservative - she told me a woman's.... ummm, *needs*... don't matter. But the more I read online and the more I listen to my friends, that just doesn't seem the case. I'm missing out."

Leaning forward in his chair, Alec looked Ahna directly in the eyes, trying to drive a point home. "He's wrong, Ahna, and you deserve better." Then a thought popped in to Alec's mind, and a small grin formed on his face. "Have you ever masturbated before, Ahna?"

Ahna's dark face seemed to go ashen at the question, "Uh, well, when I was a little girl I... umm... well, you know," she stammered. "But not since I've been married. I couldn't!"

"You can," Alec broke in, "And you should. Here's your homework for the week: take care of yourself, Ahna. I want you to pick a night when your husband is home and declare you're taking a bath. I want you to conjure up every bit of sexual frustration and, in that bath, you should please yourself - get the release you have every right to. Be loud and proud about it! Maybe you'll be surprised at how it draws your husband to you, and if not, at least you can get a bit of well-earned Ahna-time."

As Alec finished, Ahna's face shifted from anxious and concerned to resolved, a set expression forming on her face. "You know what, you're right. I'm going to do just that!" she announced, confidence in her voice for the first time in the three sessions they had together. Alec glanced up at the clock, 5 PM.

"Great! That's the spirit!" he said, rising. "You've got this, Ahna. Now, go enjoy your weekend!"

White teeth shone as Ahna's face split into a wide smile, the expression lighting up the room. For his part, the cynical therapist was smiling too. His first seed had been planted; now it was time to see how it would grow.

Session 4:

Ahna spent the first twenty minutes of her next session talking about some workplace drama around some catty co-workers, and Alec noticed she had been purposefully avoiding talking about her husband. He had been the primary source of her frustration in past sessions, but today she seemed to not want to talk about that part of her life at all.

She finished her anecdote, and Alec took the opportunity to force a shift in topics. "And your homework?" he asked.

Color rose in Ahna's dark cheeks. "Come on, Ahna, what happened to the brave woman who left this office just 7 days ago?"

"I'm not brave. Parmod says I'm a coward and always will be."

Alec frowned. *What an asshole,* he thought to himself. "That's not true, Ahna. You are brave. Now, what is discussed in this room is confidential. Tell me what you did."

His patient hesitated a moment, then her shoulders slumped a little, the tension leaving them. "Well, I did like you said. It was Wednesday night, and Parmod was reading in the bedroom. I told him I was going to take a bath, and he just looked up at me, then back at his book. So, I went in there and I... umm... well, I touched myself."

Alec nodded, "Ok, and what about the 'being loud' part?"

Ahna's head shook rapidly, "Oh, I couldn't! Like I said, I'm a coward. I did... well.... *finish*," she whispered the word, as if telling a dirty secret, "But I kept quiet the whole time. It felt amazing, like you said it would! But I was too embarrassed to let him hear. What if he thought I sounded stupid? I didn't want to feel bad again."

"Let me be the judge of that," Alec started. "Show me."

Her eyes went wide, "What!? No, I couldn't! Here?"

Again, Alec nodded, "Yes, here. These walls are purposefully soundproofed to prevent eavesdroppers. Show me how you touched yourself, but this time, let yourself go. Be loud. Together, we'll find your courage."

Ahna's brown eyes narrowed, dubious. "Ahna," Alec coaxed, "this is a safe space, remember? Open up here, then open up for your husband."

Ahna closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then let out a long breath. "Ok, you're right. I can do this..." she started. She opened her eyes and looked around a moment, then pulled a tightly knit throw blanket from the back of the chaise longue over her lap.

Alec leaned back in his chair, bringing a leg up to cross them. He watched a lump in the fabric slide slowly across where her lap would be. Soon, he saw the blanket start to shift as Ahna began rotating her wrist, touching herself as instructed. Softly, he encouraged, "Very good, Ahna. Very brave. Keep going."

She let out a soft sigh, and her face relaxed, eyes closed. Her breaths began to increase in tempo, matching with the movement that Alec could see under the blanket. He felt himself grow flush as her sighs turned into quiet whimpers, his slacks growing tight in response.

He continued to encourage her, soft, reassuring words as her obscured hand continued to move. As she continued, her breaths deepened and the whimpers turned to hushed moans. "Ahna, be proud. He needs to hear you in the bath, remember?"

As if his words had opened a locked gate, Ahna's neck began to flush, and her movements became more urgent. She began to fill the room with her sweet voice, moans echoing off the walls of the subdued office. Alec's erection strained at the fabric of his pants, spurred on by his patient's wails of excitement. Moments later, she seemed to seize and let out one final, long call to ecstasy, her body immediately losing all tension as her voice quieted.

Ahna's eyes opened, and she looked across at Alec. She blinked, then a different flush began to fill her cheeks. "Oh my God... Oh, I can't believe I did that! What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked, embarrassment evident in her voice and expression.

Alec leaned forward, "Nothing is wrong with you. You were the courageous, powerful woman I told you that you were, and you proved it to this room." He gestured around at the generic office-art covered walls. "Thank you for letting yourself open up. Now, do you think you can do this at home?"

Her confident expression returned, the one she had left his office with last week, and she offered a single, curt nod. "Yes!" she declared.

With a small grin, Alec replied, "Good. I bet you can. Now, go enjoy your weekend, Ahna. And show that husband of yours how brave you are."

Ahna shifted under the blanket, presumably fixing her skirt, then slid the blanket off and stood. "Thank you, Alec!" His patient turned and left the room, her shoulders set and back straight. Alec didn't bother standing to escort her to the door. He waited until she had left before standing up and moving to his desk. When he sat down, he opened the fly of his slacks and removed himself, closing his eyes and recalling the end of his session with Ahna.

Session 5:

When Alec stepped in to the office the following Friday, he was upbeat and excited to get to work. He had plans for Ahna, and he couldn't wait until their session that afternoon.

"Wow, Boss, you seem unusually chipper today!" Lisa observed, looking up from the front desk.

"What, I'm not allowed to be in a good mood?" Alec cheerfully replied, making his way towards the coffee pot in the sterile lobby of his therapy practice.

"You absolutely are, Boss," Lisa said. "Oh, and I have something else for you to add to that good mood! Your 4:15 cancelled, so you can go home and start your weekend early!"

Alec paused, the coffee pot tilted at an odd angle, surface tension keeping the black liquor from filling his mug. "Wait, what?" he asked.

"Mrs. Patel - she called and said she couldn't make her appointment today."

"Oh," Alec said, slightly dejected. He quickly regained his composure, forcing the smile back on his face as he resumed filling his mug. "That is good news!" he lied.

The following week, Ahna returned to Pedersen's office. Lisa escorted her in as usual, but instead of a timid woman setting herself on Alec's chaise longue, this Ahna wore a scowl and sat down with a *hrumph!* on the green fabric.

"Good afternoon, Ahna," Alec started, moving from his computer desk to his leather chair. "You seem a bit more animated than usual. And you missed our last appointment. Is everything OK?" As Alec took his place in his arm chair, he caught a glare emanating from Ahna.

"No, everything is not OK. I had a terrible two weeks. What you said didn't work!" she exclaimed, frustration dripping from her voice.

Alec donned a practiced expression of sympathy and leaned forward in his seat. "Ahna, what happened? Let's unpack it."

Ahna looked away, her arms crossed across her chest. After a few moments, her arms collapsed into her lap and she turned back to her counselor. "I'm hideous. No amount of games or you telling me otherwise is going to change that."

"That's absolutely untrue, Ahna," Alec said, his face hardening. "What happened?"

"So, the weekend after we had our last session, I had a glass of wine at dinner and then did what you said. I announced to Parmod I was going to have a bath. I stripped right there in front of him and went to the bathroom. I even left the door open a crack! I was so proud of myself. Then, I did just like I did here in the office. I swear, Alec, my voice was echoing off the walls of that bathroom like a chorus in a church hall. When I finished and came out in my robe, do you know what he said!?"

Alec was quiet and waited for Ahna to continue. "He asked me if I had forgotten to pick up his dry cleaning!? Do you believe that!" Ahna huffed and wrapped her arms around her.

"That's awful, Ahna. I'm so sorry," Alec said, his voice softening with empathy. "But you know that's not about you, right? That's a Parmod-problem, not an Ahna-problem. You can't put on yourself his lack of... well, I could use a hurtful word there, but I'll refrain. What's important is that you see that you had the courage to do what you needed for you, your husband be damned."

"I guess," Ahna admitted, "But that wasn't the end of it. So this week, I went to a bar with some co-workers to celebrate one of their promotions. There was this bartender there, and, well, I thought he was cute," Ahna explained, her cheeks darkening with a red hue. "I haven't looked at another man like that since I've been married, and he seemed to look at me the same way, at least that's what my friends said. I was so mad at Parmod... I couldn't help myself but to talk to him."

Alec nodded, "Go on."

She shook her head, "There's not much more there. I chickened out after a few words. What was I going to do? Even if he really thought I was attractive, what would I do then? I wouldn't even know what to, you know, *do* with him."

An eyebrow shot up on Alec's face, and a small flutter filled his chest as an idea began to form in his head. "Well, you could have taken him out back of the bar and pleased him, no?" Alec suggested.

Confused, Ahna blinked. "Pleased him? What do you mean?"

"Go down on him. Then maybe he'd be inclined to reciprocate."

Ahna's face blanched. "I... I've never done *that*. My goodness, I wouldn't even know where to start! I'd be so mortified I'd screw up... I could never. It's a terrible idea anyway, I'm married."

Alec leaned back in his seat. "You're in a loveless, borderline abusive marriage, Ahna. I think your confidence is more important here than saving that. With confidence, you'll find a solution to your issues with Parmod, one way or another."

She looked back at her therapist, her dubiousness written plainly on her face. "I don't know..."

"You're my brave, Ahna, aren't you?" The words came out of Alec's mouth without him realizing. Where did that possessive phrasing come from? "You can do it."

Shaking her head and wringing her hands, Ahna replied softly, "No, I couldn't... I can't."

Alec's voice was calm, confident and direct. "Yes, you can, Ahna. Come here," he said, rising from the chair.

Ahna looked up at him, her brown, doe eyes catching his. "Come to me, and kneel on the floor," his voice was firmer than he expected in the command.

To his surprise, Ahna complied quickly. She stood, took a few steps forward, then kneeled in front of him. "Reach up to my slack and take down the zipper." Ahna's small hands reached up, a small quiver in them, and with a single motion, opened his fly.

"Very good," he said reassuringly. "Now, reach in and pull my cock from between the flap of my shorts."

This time, Ahna hesitated in her compliance. She started forward, at the bulge before her in her therapists slacks. "You're my courageous Ahna, right? You can do it."

Without a word, Ahna reached between the folds of fabric and pulled Alec's penis into the open air. It hung in front of her patiently.

"Wrap your fingers around the base and hold it steady in front of you," he directed, his voice still calm, low. He watched as one by one her fingers wrapped around him. Her innocent eyes looked up at his briefly, then back down at the flesh she held before her.

"Very good, Ahna, very good. Now, take it in your mouth. I bet you know what to do from there, I have confidence in you," he said quietly.

Alec watched as Ahna's puffy lips parted and her head began to lean in. Slowly, she let his cock fill her mouth, closing her lips around it only after it had reached the back of her throat. With measured strokes, she began to pull her head back, her hand following, and sliding back forward.

His eyes closed for a moment, falling into the incredible sensations his patient was delivering to him. "Yes, Ahna, very good. What did I tell you, you've got this..." his voice was still quiet, but some of the calm had left it, excitement inching in. His words of praise seemed to have their intended effect, and her grip tightened, her motions sped up. Within a few moments, she had seemed to fill with confidence. Looking down, Alec saw her deep brown hair begin to bounce off her head as she rapidly took the length of his shaft between her lips and released it.

Despite himself, a low groan escaped Alec's lips. It had been so long since a woman had touched him like this, and he felt himself begin to lose control. Gently, he laid a hand on the back of Ahna's head, letting his fingers tangle in her hair. He wasn't controlling her or pulling her down on him - she was in control, but the gesture seemed to encourage her further. Ahna's hand began to twist on his shaft with each stroke, adding a new layer of pleasure to her act.

It wasn't long before Alec felt the tell-tale tingle rush through his loins. He felt his balls begin to tighten, and his words of encouragement grew more frantic. "That's it Ahna... keep going," he encouraged. "I'm so close... Oh!" his body stiffened, his voice tightened and a loud, deep moan filled the room as his cock began to spasm on Ahna's tongue. She let out a surprised, muffled yelp as jets of his seed filled her mouth. To her credit, Ahna quickly swallowed, letting herself take his orgasm fully.

The burst of bliss that flooded his mind quieted, and Alec took a step back from the kneeling exotic beauty before him. With practiced movements, he slipped his softening organ back into his slacks and resecured them. "What did I tell you, Ahna? You've got this. How did that feel?"

Ahna didn't move for a moment, instead sitting in a hero's pose for a long moment, considering. She finally nodded, "It felt... empowering? Like, I had control of a man's pleasure, not the other way around."

Alec smiled and reached out a hand, which Ahna took. Pulling her to her feet, Alec replied, "Very good, Ahna. That's the spirit. Now, do you think you can do that with your bartender friend?"

Ahna nodded, a grin splitting her face.

"Very good. You're such a fearless girl, you know that, right, Ahna?"

Her grin widened. "I am, aren't I?"

"One more thing," Alec added. Ahna's smile weakened and her brow knotted in confusion. "When you do this for your bartender, let a little of him spill onto your blouse. Wear a jacket so you can hide the stain under there. When you get home that night, take off your jacket in front of your husband. Let him see the stain. His mind likely won't immediately latch on to what the stain is, but he'll question it, and himself. Let him squirm."

Ahna's grin returned. "I will! Thank you, Alec!"

"No, thank you, Ahna. My strong, brave Ahna."

With an almost giddy bounce in her step, Ahna grabbed her purse from the chaise and left the office, several minutes before the end of their session. Alec chuckled as the door closed behind her, a little pride swelling within him at how confident she looked leaving the office.

Session 6:

"I did it!" Ahna proclaimed as she burst into Alec's office. The older therapist had been inputting the notes from his last patient still, and when he looked up at the clock, he noticed it was only 4:05. Lisa came in after Ahna, a panicked expression on her face. "I'm sorry, Boss, she insisted she come right in..." his assistant began, apologizing. Alec waived a hand at Lisa, "No worries, Lisa, thank you. You can go."

He stood and moved towards his chair, watching Ahna sit, full of life, on his chaise longue.

"Ahna, 4:15 PM, not 4:05, understood?"

Her face went serious, then softly replied, "Yes, I'm sorry, Alec."

He shook his head, "It's alright. Now, you seem excited, what happened?"

Ahna's bubbly expression returned, and she dove right in to her story. "Well, I went back to the bar, alone, and Marco was behind the bar again. Marco's the bartender," she paused to explain. Alec nodded knowingly, and she continued. "Right, anyway, we chatted, I had a couple of drinks, and then I asked when he went on break. When he did, I followed him out the back door and went right for it. You know, I sucked him off!" Ahna declared the last bit with a level of confidence Alec had never heard in her voice. Normally, Ahna would stammer around traditionally dirty phrases or talk of sexuality, but today, she spouted out the words as if she were describing something completely mundane.

"And just like you said, I let a little of his cum spill onto my blouse," she continued, causing Alec's eyes to widen a bit in surprise at her forwardness.

"Well now, look at you, Ahna! You go!"

Ahna's chest puffed up with pride at Alec's compliment. "You know the best part? Parmod acted exactly like you said he would! He's started asking how my day went afterward, heck, he even offered to help with the dishes last night! Isn't that great!"

Alec nodded, a small smile on his face. "It is great, Ahna. I'm incredibly proud of you, these are huge steps forward."

"Yep!" she said, beaming. "He's even taking me out to dinner this weekend! Maybe we'll even come home and be romantic again!"

Alec let the room grow silent for a long moment before commenting further. "No," Alec said, his voice calm and direct. The jubilation began to melt away from Ahna's face, slipping into a confused stare. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"If Parmod wants to be romantic, do what I showed you to do for Marco, but nothing more."

Ahna looked perplexed, "I'm confused. He's my husband, should I want to...?"

Alec shook his head. "Trust me, Ahna. Go down on him, but nothing more. Can you do that?"

She was clearly unsure of the direction, but she nodded, "Yes, Alec. Ok."

"Good, atta girl," Alec said, smiling. His smile seemed to bring Ahna's spirit up again, and she changed the subject to work, describing how she had stood up to her boss and his unrealistic expectation of a deadline. Alec settled into his armchair and listened as Ahna proudly recounted the encounter.

Session 7:

As discussed, the knock didn't come to Alec's office door until promptly at 4:15. Lisa escorted a more subdued version of Ahna into his office, leaving a bottle of water on the bronze table next to the chaise for her.

"What's wrong, Ahna?"

Ahna picked up the bottle of water and cracked it open, taking a sip and setting it down before starting. "That obvious, huh?"

Alec nodded.

"So I did what you said. Parmod took me to dinner, and when we got home, he started touching me and kissing me," she began. "Then he told me to go to the bedroom and get undressed, that he'd be in shortly. Instead of doing like he said, I tried what you suggested, and knelt down in front of him."

Again, Alec nodded. "Ok. What happened then?"

Ahna sighed, "He got mad. He yelled, called me names, asked what the hell I was doing." She began to sniff, a tear filling the corner of her eye. "Then he pulled my hair, making me stand up and pushed me into the bedroom. He... he tried to force himself on me."

Alec stood and stepped to the chaise, grabbing a box of tissues from a side table as he did, offering it to Ahna. Ahna took a tissue and began to dab at her eyes, her mascara starting to run. When she spoke again, her voice cracked and was interspersed with sobs.

"I couldn't believe it. He was... Alec, he was going to rape me."

A pang of anger, fear and sympathy filled Alec's chest. Had he inadvertently set his patient up for more trauma? Had his game gone too far? Alec had been bored, and he saw Ahna as a way to break that boredom, but in the past several weeks, he had grown to care for the woman, actually take pride in seeing her grow as a person. What had he done?

Ahna swallowed. "But I was strong, brave, like you taught me. I pushed him away and slapped him, hard. He didn't know what to do, he just stood there and sputtered." Her voice steadied. "And then I just left. Didn't even take my toothbrush. I went right over to Carol's house and stayed the night. I haven't been back since or answered his calls or texts."

The pain in Alec's heart melted away, replaced again by the pride he saw in his patient. "That's my Ahna," he praised. "Had you given in, you would have fallen into his trap and right back into his pattern of selfishness. I'm so proud of you, my brave Ahna," Alec finished.

Setting down the tissues, Alec sat down on the couch next to Ahna, and she fell into his arms, her face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "It's OK, Ahna. I've got you," he whispered. "Thank you, sir," she answered.

Something about the way she said 'sir' made the blood in Alec's veins simmer, flooding to his loins. "Good girl," he answered, then reached forward and pulled her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "My courageous Ahna. I'm all you need, aren't I?"

Ahna nodded, obediently.

Alec let his embrace open, keeping one arm around Ahna and the other he let slide down her body. He felt the smooth texture of the fabric of her work clothes under his fingers as his hand drifted lower and lower, finding the hem of her skirt. He fixed his eyes on hers, holding her doe eyed gaze in his, like it was a rope binding her to him. Pushing forward, his hand slid under Ahna's skirt, driving towards the warmth pooling between her thighs. He felt soft flesh beneath his fingertips, hiding under silken panties.

His middle and ring fingers crept forward on the fabric, searching for the apex of her sex. With slow, round gestures, Alec began to massage above where he believed Ahna's clit to be. His aim seemed true, and a small gasp slipped out of her mouth. Her eyes began to close, and she started to lean in, and Alec immediately released his touch. "Uh uh," he corrected, and Ahna's eyes shot open. Alec grinned, then resumed his light touch.

Ahna's breathing started to increase in tempo as he touched her, and Alec took that as encouragement to slip his fingers under the soft fabric underwear of his patient, teasing at her dampened folds. First one digit, then two, easily slipped inside of the younger woman, teasing at her inner walls. It only took a few moments for him to sense her muscles tightening inside her, and he quickly pulled his hand away, letting the sensation pass her. His patient whimpered, obviously displeased that he hadn't continued. After a moment, his fingers slipped back into place, switching between delving into her depths and teasing at the soft bundle of nerves between her legs.

Alec repeated his edging multiple times, letting Ahna get achingly close to orgasm, then withholding it from her as she inched towards the precipice. After the fourth cycle concluded, she whimpered more loudly. "Please Alec, please!"

"Please... Alec?" he responded, questioningly.

"Please, sir!" she cried as his fingers dipped back into her.

Alec leaned forward and let his fingers slip ever further into her. He hooked them inside of her, putting pressure on her upper walls before dragging his pads along the soft tissue there. A rich moan reverberated from Ahna's lungs, filling the room. His lips now next to her ear, Alec whispered, "Show me how much you need me to let you cum," he commanded, retracting his hand from her skirt.

Ahna's face contorted between crestfallen and determined. Hastily, she reached for Alec's belt, quickly unbuckling it and yanking it free of his waist. Deft fingers unbuttoned and released his fly. Alec lifted his hips accommodatingly, and Ahna wasted no time wrapping her fingers around both his slacks and boxers, tugging them down hurriedly. Alec's cock sprung free from it's confines, and Ahna reflexively licked at her lips before diving down into her therapist's lap.

Had it not been for the extra insulation in his office, Alec's groan would have filled the halls of the small office building. Hungrily, Ahna swallowed his shaft, tugging at him furiously as she did. Soft moans vibrated in her throat, adding additional pleasure to his ministrations of his eager cock. His own impatience grew quickly; he had to have her.

"That's a good girl," he growled, pulling her off his rod. He pushed forward, using his weight and size to force Ahna to lay back on the chaise longue. One of Alec's hands went to the hem of the exotic beauty's skirt, pulling it up. With a swift movement, he pulled the silken fabric of her panties aside, exposing her waiting slit to him. Arching his back and pressing forward with his hips, he guided his glans to her folds, his body almost naturally finding her sex. A small whimper graced his ears from Ahna's lips as he teased her.

"Please, sir," she pleaded.

Alec obliged wordlessly, reaching between the two and guiding himself towards her entrance. With a quick thrust and grunt, he had entered her, her head tilting back into the plush cushions of the chase, her mouth opening in ecstasy as he did.

A several week build up of anticipation dissolved any patience Alec might have had for his coupling. His thrusts were insistent, building in pace rapidly. Ahna's melodic voice echoed in the office, her wordless cries speaking volumes, encouraging him on.

Mere moments later, Ahna's own building of tension seemed to get the better of her. "Alec, please, I'm close... I mean... ahh... Sir, please, let me cum!"

Alec pistoned his cock into her with more force, doing his best to oblige. Ahna's song of desire continued to fill the room, sounding ever more insistent. Sensing her draw near, Alec reached up for Ahna's right breast, pinching where he believed her nipple to be hiding under her fabric. The action elicited the intended response, and Ahna let loose a long, keening moan.

All of the stimulus around him had caused Alec to build up his own tension, and he felt his balls tighten and a tingle rise up his member deep within her. Not seconds after Ahna's cry of passion filled the room, Alec paired it with his own moan, though more of a tenor to her soprano. As his seed filled her, stars filled his vision and his mind swam.

Suddenly, there was quiet, save for the lover's panting. Alec blinked a few times and rose to an upright position. Ahna laid quietly for another few moments before joining him. She returned his head to his shoulder, nuzzling him again. He pulled her close, held her tightly.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered.

"You're very welcome, my sweet, strong Ahna," he replied.