Dangerous Choices and Consequences

Dangerous Choices and a Taste for Consequences

Kayla recounts an evening, dressed to attract attention at a singles bar. She wasn't looking for romance, that special someone young girls dream about. Her fantasy was more spine-chilling but what unfolded was more than a dangerous thrill. What scared her the most was how much she liked it. Seeking help, The Practice offered hope of clarity and answers. Kayla realised that counselling alone wouldn't be enough, unable to resist what was proposed. That's when her little black dress came out again.

Next time, I'm going to get his name and number. Kayla.

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Do you have a fantasy you wouldn't want to share with anyone? My new doctor said they're more common than people think. But acting on mine was a thrill until I realised how real the danger was. I didn't feel comfortable discussing my concerns with our family doctor, so I looked around and found a boutique medical centre. Doctor Love specialised in women's health and relationship counselling, and sounded perfect. I had a tour with the manager, Maddisyn, and registered, blissfully unaware of how my fantasy would follow me there.

The Practice is located on the prestigious Park Crescent, a street renowned for its historic buildings and lovely park views. The beautifully restored double‑storey terrace felt more like a sanctuary, offering exclusive services where women are treated as Guests rather than patients. The period features, antique furniture and furnishings are stunning. But what impressed me most was the calmness and tranquil ambience of the place, reassuring me that discussing my fantasy wouldn't be as confronting as I feared.

Maddisyn and Doctor Love soon put me at ease. Maddisyn's a similar age, mid-twenties, and a pretty brunette with long loosely curled hair. I've gotten to know her well during my visits. Her gentle tone and almost angelic nature seemed perfectly at home in the tranquillity. I wasn't the least surprised Maddisyn was into yoga. You couldn't help but like her.

Doctor Love is much older, maybe late fifties, but still strikingly handsome, with a natural charm and gentlemanly manner that also seemed at home in the serenity of The Practice. I've felt a definite connection. His engaging smile and the warmth in his voice have made our sessions that much more comfortable. Even a little pleasurable, sharing my intimate stories under his sensual gaze. I never thought I'd be enjoying the counselling.

I recrossed my legs and smoothed down the hem of my dress, which had crept a little too high, before beginning. I'd booked a room for the night and went to the singles bar dressed for exactly what I wanted from the evening. Turning heads comes naturally for a pretty blonde, and my little black dress comes out when I'm in that kind of mood. It was figure-hugging, recklessly short, and off the shoulder, leaving little to the imagination. It did its job the moment I walked in.

Most people at singles bars are chasing something that's hopefully only a conversation away. Some girls are after romance and a soulmate. Others are on the rebound or wanting to leave a failed relationship behind. Some simply looking for a hook-up for the night, nothing more complicated than that. I can almost read their stories in how they scan the room or lean into a laugh, waiting for some kind of sign. My fantasy was more primal, edged with danger that I hoped wouldn't follow me home.

I sat at a spare table, tugging the neckline back into pace as I started checking out the competition first. Most had put in some effort with their outfits and appearance, but none of them were offering as much as I was. Then I turned my attention to the guys and scanned the room. A couple caught my eye, handsome in a clean and wholesome looking way. But they were obviously the type who'd be happier hovering over a chessboard than working out at a gym. They were nice enough to look at, but not exactly what I had a craving for.

Then I saw the one that ignited a spark of anticipation, a slowly coiling heat that built within me in delicious, irresistible waves. My pulse became more noticeable as I kept my gaze on him until I'd captured his attention, and then a moment longer so he'd feel my need. When he looked back, I gave him a knowing smile, an obvious unspoken invitation. He took the bait and my smiled widened. I'd hook him.

He came over right away, confident, not second‑guessing he'd misread anything. He slid into the seat beside me like I'd been saving it for him and offered to buy me a drink. Up close, he was even more impressive. Tall, broad‑shouldered and strong. Exactly the kind of man I'd gone out looking for. Nothing more interested me than a night together. Not even his name.

Doctor Love leaned slightly forward on the couch opposite, intrigued. 'What happened next, Kayla?' he said.

My lips curled into a mischievous smile. 'When we got to my room, I asked him to rape me.'

There wasn't the usual stunned silence or the awkward need to explain things that kills the mood. He understood exactly what I wanted. Without hesitation, he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed like a ragdoll. I shrieked as I bounced around, a trickle of fear rippling down my spine and his strength and power an intoxicating thrill. I suppressed any signs of pleasure, so well‑practised that it was like slipping on a familiar mask.

Doctor Love leaned in a little closer. 'I'm listening,' he said.

I felt my nipples tightening to embossing the fabric of my dress, his tone and the intensity in his gaze suggesting I share some of the more intimate details. Nothing I've said has shocked him. He's heard all about how my rape fantasies have morphing into baiting strangers for feigned non-consensual sex. My new doctor seemed to enjoy the counselling as much as I enjoyed letting him into that hidden part of my life. Maybe more than we should, a heady rush that should have carried its own warning.

My heart was racing as he started removing his clothing, cowering on the bed and begging him not to hurt me. With his trousers around his ankles, I leaped at the opportunity to bolt to the door. But he was too quick. He caught hold of me, grabbing me between the legs and the other hand clutching my breasts. He forced me back, tossing me from side to side like a lifeless mannequin. I lost my high-heels somewhere along the way, and he collapsed on top of me on the bed.

Doctor Love's eyes widened, spellbound. 'You must have been terrified,' he said.

I shifted slightly on the couch and leaned into the conversation, the off‑the‑shoulder fabric slipping to offer a little more cleavage. His eyes flicked briefly on the neckline as I closed the opening with my fingertips and nudged it back into place.

I slowly nodded my head. 'Oh yeah,' I replied, a grin slipping out. 'It was better than the usual role-playing.'

'Please... go on,' he said but I didn't need encouraging, enjoying the trickle of arousal between my thighs.

I leaned back and I adjusted the dress again, a small tug down of the hem before continuing. I tried to wriggle free but he was too big, too strong, pinning me to the bed as his hand invaded my panties. I grabbed his wrist and pleaded for him to stop. It was a hopeless situation and I was tiring with the effort. I began moaning, as much in pleasure as distress as his fingers entered me and his palm moistly slapped between my thighs.

A grin played on my lips. 'Do you want to hear more?'

'Yes... yes,' he replied a little too eagerly. 'I mean... it's helpful.'

I felt his grip ease a little as he pulled my panties down. I wriggled free and desperately tried to crawl away. But his hands felt like shackles around my ankles as he dragged me back and over the edge of the bed. He forced his knees between my thighs to open me up, my cries of protest muffled as his hand covered my mouth. I struggled in vain, restrained and helpless, flinching as he plunged into me.

The crushing weight of his body over mine felt wonderful and my begging for mercy turned to incoherent moans as his hips thrust against me. I pause for a moment, letting the words hang between us. The soft fabric brushed my skin as I shifted on the couch, reminding me how playful my dress could be when I wanted it to be.

Doctor Love leaned in slightly. 'And then...?' His tone betrayed his excitement, wanting to hear more. The bulge down his inside leg also hadn't escaped my attention.

I feigned a moment's hesitation, teasing. 'He raped me until I climaxed, his free hand made sure of that.' I recrossed my legs, feeling the moistness as I squeezed my thighs together.

'Go on,' he pressed, his gaze not bothering to lift to mine.

He turned me over, pinning my arms against the bed and forced himself back inside me. That's when I noticed his predatory gaze. It thrilled me at first. But it seemed so unnaturally real. Too good, too frightening, chilling and dangerous.

'I told him he could stop, that I'd had enough,' I said, my voice flattening.

Doctor Love's expression shifted, somewhere between concern and intrigue. 'And did he?'

'Eventually,' I said, taking a deep, settling breath. 'When he'd had enough.'

I continued, recounting what happened. 'It was for real, we weren't pretending,' I confessed. 'What frightened me most was realising how much I liked it.'

'Will you be having other evenings fulfilling your fantasy?' he prompted.

'I want to, but things could have gone terribly wrong,' I said, my voice carrying a worried tone. 'I've realised the thrill of trusting a stranger, no matter how exciting, may be too risky.'

Doctor Love seemed lost in thought for a moment. 'Kayla, your dress. Is it the one you wore that evening?' he finally asked, his gaze tracing the daring lines of the fabric.

It was the prompt I'd been waiting for. 'Yes. Do you like it?' I replied with a knowing smile; aware the dress wasn't exactly shy about showing off my mood.

'It's lovely, and it looks stunning on you,' he complimented, a grin tugging on my lips as he nibbled at the bait.

There's an art to crossing legs in a dress that's mischievously short. 'Doctor Love, are you flirting with me?' I teased with a playful smile, crossing my legs a little carelessly.

Soon after we first met, I'd noticed Doctor Love's roaming eye and how easily it lingered. He obviously enjoys the company of young and attractive women. Unashamedly, I found myself enjoying this naughty side of him I'd uncovered. I like to flirty and tease but being my doctor made it even more exciting. Maybe more than it should.

Stillness lingered in the air between us until I palmed the gap between my thighs. 'I recommend some rather unconventional therapy,' he suggested, lifting his gaze to flash me one of his gorgeous smiles.

Doctor Love took the bait. 'What's that involve?' I asked, on cue and with an eyebrow theatrically raised.

He rose from the couch opposite to join me by my side. 'Fulfilling your fantasy,' he replied, his tone overly familiar and placing a hand on my thigh.

I lowered my eyes and squirmed uneasily as his hand lingered. 'Doctor... what do you think you're doing?' I said, letting concern creep into my words.

'Other Guests have found the therapy helpful,' he said, smiling. 'It will address your stranger dilemma and give me a personal perspective.'

My dumbfounded expression would have been priceless, searching for a rational explanation. 'You want to have sex, don't you?'

'It's therapy,' he started to explain. 'I wouldn't prescribe it if I didn't think it beneficial,' his smooth and confident delivery failing to make it sound even remotely plausible.

I eyed the closed door, summoning the urge to escape what was unfolding. 'I don't think so,' I said, grabbing my clutch bag and then hurrying to the door.

I opened the door but he grabbed my other arm from behind. 'Let me go. Now!' I exclaimed, turning to making eye contact and my heart slamming into my ribs.

Doctor Love's eyes narrowed. 'We both know what you want,' he growled, his sinister gaze and tone delivering an adrenaline rush I knew I'd want again.

'I want nothing more to do with you!' I snapped back, trying to shake his grip free.

I clung desperately to the door handle as Doctor Love tried to pull me free. 'Maddisyn! Maddisyn! Help me, please help me!' I cried out down the passageway.

I lost my grip but was relieved to hear high‑heels hurrying along the Baltic pine flooring. 'Kayla, what's going on?' Maddisyn asked, her voice rising in concern as she entered the suite.

'Kayla's reluctant about therapy. A little force required, if you know what I mean?' Doctor Love hinted, suggestively.

'He was going to fuck me!' I shrieked at Maddisyn, my chest heaving from the exertion.

'What did you expect?' she smirked, most un-Maddisyn like. 'Wearing that little black fuck me dress.'

I was dumbfounded. I'm not sure what surprised me the most, her reaction and crudeness or discovering he acting talent. Maddisyn was normally quietly spoken with an innocent, almost spiritual nature. I couldn't imagine her working at The Practice if she knew what went on, let alone justifying it. Her performance caught me completely off guard.

'Not to be raped!' I finally screamed.

'You're a cock-teasing slut,' Maddisyn sniggered. 'Almost wearing that short dress and your tits threatening to spill out.'

'Please help me,' I sobbed, maintaining a veneer of distress.

Distracted, Doctor Love grabbed me from behind, trapping my arms by my side. 'Let me go! Let me go!' I cried, forced back into the suite with my heels slipping and sliding on the polished wooden floor until lost in the chaos.

The flimsy neckline of my dress slunk to my waist, worked down in the scuffle and my breasts swinging wildly as I was jostled about. I tried to wriggle free, overwhelmed with the trill of being overpowered and restrained, my almost breathless protests squeezed out of me under the force of his grip.

The more I fought, the more I struggled, the more the danger felt seductive. 'I want you to stop, now!' I lied.

Maddisyn hurried ahead of us, undoing her blouse as she slipped through an archway. I was manhandled into a bedroom! There was a white marble fireplace, velvet drapes framed a bay window dressed in white lace, and cherrywood bedside tables on either side of the bed. But I wasn't really admiring the décor. How could I make my escape? The only door was obviously an ensuite. My situation felt hopeless, only adding to the thrill.

Pinned face down on the bed, Maddisyn grabbed my panties. 'Let go you bitch!' I screamed lifting a knee instinctively, desperate to hold on to the last shred of resistance I felt slipping away.

I clung to the elastic with a free hand, a doomed gesture of resistance. 'I've typed up your case notes,' Maddisyn said, sharp and teasing. 'I know what you want.'

'Please don't rape me,' I begged, the line delivered with the same tremor I'd used several times before.

After a couple of frantic tugs, my fingers slipped and I lost my grip. 'Oh God, no... please stop,' I whimpered, distress tightening my throat for affect as my panties were dragged down.

A breath-stealing jolt of exhilaration surged through me, entrapped in my doctor's arms and under his pressing weight. 'Scarfs, please, Maddisyn,' he said.

My eyes widened with the instruction. 'That wasn't part of...,' I stated to say but hesitated, overwhelmed with waves of arousal crashing through me with the thought of forfeiting all control.

Maddisyn rushed to the bedside table. 'Don't you dare, you bitch,' I shrieked as she removed some bright-red fabric from the drawer.

My heart was pounding with the thrill of being restrained. Maddisyn doubled the scarfs in two and ran them through her curled hand, forming a loop and secured them with a single knot around each wrist. Her movements were deliberate, practiced and skilled, making me wonder how many times she'd done it before.

Doctor Love pinned my arms, allowing Maddisyn to secure them to a leg of the bed. 'Let me go, both of you!' I screamed, trying to work myself free of the silken restraints.

Maddisyn moved to the other side of the bed and looped a scarf over my foot. The moment the fabric tugged at an ankle to secure it to a bed leg, a strange heat rose through me, a frantic awareness of my vulnerability, as if my body couldn't decide whether to brace or surrender. The safe word hesitated on my trembling lips before I swallowed it back into the chaos.

'No, no, no, please don't!' I cried, squeezing my eyes closed in resignation as I felt my other thigh being restrained apart.

The pressure of the ties holding me open against the bed made my pulse race, a kind of thrill that I hadn't experienced before with being positioned so completely at someone else's mercy.

Doctor Love leaned in, capturing my lips in a rough and greedy kiss. 'Get off me!' I cried as I tossed my head from side to side, a helpless, symbolic resistance, even as my pulse betrayed me.

'You'll be begging for it soon,' Maddisyn smirked, shimmying out of her skirt. My little black dress resembled little more than a rag in comparison that had given up clothing me almost entirely, strewn around me like a crumpled waistband.

The skin of my neck bristled as she began slipping off her bra. It wasn't the unsettling thought of being raped by a woman, more of a confusing, tempting curiosity. An unexpected thrill of my fate, rather than being shocked. Formed tightly at the chest, her firm rounded breasts stood out proudly from her toned body. Her lacy white panties hesitantly clung between her thighs as she eased the fabric down, finally revealing soft wisps of dark and loosely curled hair.

Maddisyn's fingertips lightly caressed my mound. 'Nice waxing, so silky smooth,' she teased, wickedly playful. 'Personally, I like my nose being tickled.'

My wrists tugged against the scarfs, helplessly bound. 'What are you going to do to me?' I said, my voice trembling more out of excitement at the obvious answer than fear.

My breath deepened as Maddisyn leaned in, my chest heaving as her face brushed my thighs and her lips and tongue teased my pussy. 'No... no... no,' I whimpered, unable to do more that wriggle and squirm with the inflicted pleasure.

I steadied myself, forcing a shaky breath I didn't quite need. 'Please stop,' I gasped, letting the tremor in my voice play its part, even as adrenaline surged through me.

Suddenly, Doctor Love undressing caught my attention. He loosened his shoelaces and slipped off his shoes, placing a sock neatly in each one. Every item of his three-piece suit was removed with the same care and neatly folded or suspended over the back of a chair. It was as if he were preparing for a routine examination. He was surprisingly casual, unhurried and meticulous, seemingly oblivious to my protests and sounds of forced sex filling the room.

'Hear how wet she is, doctor?' Maddisyn smirked, her palm slapping against my sodden pussy.

My breath caught noticing the bulge in his pants as he approached. 'No need for lube with this one then,' he grinned pulling them down, his erection catching on the waistband before springing free.

Instinctively, my hips arched and I bucked against the restraints as he approached. 'Don't you fucking dare,' I growled, though the quickening in my pulse betrayed how much I wanted it.

I like a Guest with a bit of fight,' he wickedly grinned, spreading my pussy lips with his thumbs and plunging his erection deep into my moist internal flesh.

'Stop... stop, you're hurting me,' I pleaded as his hips slammed his cock into me.

I was defenceless, unable to do more than wriggle and squirm with the tortious pleasure. I'd never felt so vulnerable, so helpless, so high on adrenaline. The trill was intoxicating, exciting me to the core.

Maddisyn climbed onto the bed to grab a breast. 'Please... please, let me go,' I whimpered, more in anticipation than fear, as her warm breath hovered over a nipple.

Another whimper escaped as Maddisyn lips clamped onto the sensitive flesh, sucking deeply before drawing the breast back and tugging on the nipple until allowing it to slip free. Her lips captured the neglected nipple while her hand slipped over my dishevelled dress to tease above my doctor's thrusting cock.

I moaned and trembled as I felt a forced orgasm edging closer and closer. My body was soon begging for release but I desperately held on to the edge, using every bit of self-control to prolong the pleasure. A moan edged with disappointment trembled out as the tortured nipple slipped from Maddisyn's lips.

'Cum on your doctor's cock,' she sniggered before recapturing the tormented prey.

Maddisyn's fingers demanded an orgasm, feverishly strumming. The erotic squishing sound of lubrication added to the sensation as Doctor Love thrusted into my sensitive internal flesh. My breath became a series of frantic gasps as my body surged towards an orgasm.

'Fuck no!' I shrieked, my body convulsing against the scarfs restraining me.

I climaxed so hard it left me light-headed, my eyes clenched shut and mouth wide open in a silent, desperate cry for air. My stomach fluttered and trembling like a jelly as I rode out the surge until it finally loosened its grip.

Doctor Love untied the scarfs at the bed legs and turned my lifeless body over, the rough and sudden repositioning crossing my arms, the scarfs biting deliciously into the skin of my wrists. His knees pressed against me, opening my thighs as I lay slumped over the edge of the bed and completely at his mercy.

'Stop, please!' I cried, my doctor's cock plunging into me from behind. 'I've had enough.' My protests competing with the sound of his thighs slapping against the back of mine.

I strained to look over my shoulder and managed to caught a glimpse of Maddisyn at the bedside table. 'What... you... doing?' The words trembling out of me, each one breathless.

'Getting something to play with,' she replied, her smirk curling in a way that didn't suggest anything playful.

Hardly being able to see what was happening was an even bigger thrill. Not knowing, waiting, was an adrenaline rush. I was consumed by a mixture of fear and anticipation, each one feeding the other and stealing my breath. Every sound and movement behind me, a drawer sliding open, a groan of effort, flesh smacking flesh, the rocking of the bed, all made my pulse race in a way that felt both frightening and exhilarating.

Suddenly Doctor Love slowed to deliberate and forceful thrusts, his groans deep and breathless as his fingers dug into my hips. 'Oh... Kayla,' he gasped, filling me with his cum. 'I love Guests who like taking it rough.'

Maddisyn straddled my back and leaned forward. 'I bet she loves taking it up the ass as well,' she said, palming a cheek.

'No. No, no. Please, no. I don't,' I lied, panic obvious in my voice while I silently urged them on.

Suddenly, my breath caught and I flinched with the sudden sensation of something caressing my asshole. 'Relax, Kayla. Just the tip of my finger and a little lube,' she teased.

'No, no, no!' I protested, unable to do anything more as some type of sex toy coaxed open my sphincter and Maddisyn eased it in with slow, steady care.

'Oh... God. No... no... no. Please stop,' I moaned, the fit loosening as she established a gentle rhythm.

Doctor Love's hand burrowed beneath my hips, his fingers teasing my clitoris above his cock. I wriggled and squirmed with the sensation, despite Maddisyn's weight and the restraints as he worked me to a climax. My whole body shuttered as a second orgasm surged through me.

'Stop, stop, please stop,' I whimpered, over and over again until the last wave of pleasure subsided.

Maddisyn slipped off me and the restraint roughly tugged at a wrist and then the other as she released the silken ties from the bed. Doctor Love dragged my life-less body up and against him, gripping my elbows and the red fabric still attached to my wrists and ankles.

'That's enough, please stop,' I moaned, restrained and impaled on his cock.

Maddisyn lunged towards me, palming my breasts and squeezed the soft yielding flesh. 'I love your big tits,' she deeply moaned, her fingertips torturing the sensitive buds.

'I'm... I'm begging you, let... let... me go,' I gasped, stealing sharp breaths and trembling with the sensation.

Maddisyn's lips captured one of the harassed prey, roughly sucking and flicked with her tongue as her hand slipped down over the waistband of black fabric. I couldn't move, let alone have the energy to resist, held captive in Doctor Love's arms. His hips started thrusting with a slow rhythm, deliberate and body-jarring that stole my breath with each powerful thrust.

The nipple slipped from Maddisyn's lips. 'Do you want to cum for me?' she teased, holding my distressed gaze as her fingers strummed my clit.

Her lips locked onto the other nipple. 'No... no. Please let me go,' I gasped as my ass writhe against Doctor Love.

Maddisyn's free hand rolled the discarded nipple as she suckled, the sensation overwhelming. 'Oh,... fuck... fuck... fuck!' I screamed, gasping between each word as wave after wave of pleasure thundered through my body.

'Stop... stop... stop, please,' I gasped, my body shaking violently.

Ignoring my pleas, my screams filled the room as Maddisyn relentlessly brought me to a climax, again and again.

I managed to grab Maddisyn's wrist. 'Enough, enough. Maddisyn, enough,' I begged, wetness flowing down my inside thigh.

I was faltering under the inflicted pleasure. Every gasp for breath was a challenge and my trembling body fuelled with one adrenaline surge after another. I desperately wanted to hang on, to ride the ecstasy a little longer. But my body was weak. I'd reached the edge of endurance, hovering in a tormenting space where lust tested the limits of my exhaustion.

Maddisyn didn't let up, pushing the boundary between pleasure and pain. 'Parkville! Parkville! Parkville!' I finally surrendered, losing count of the orgasms.

Doctor Love released me and I slumped into Maddisyn's arms, breathing heavily and my heart racing before we all collapsed onto the bed. I rolled onto my back, my skin glistening with a lust fuelled sheen. Satisfied silence filled the room that had been full of my frantic cries of resistance, feigned physical trauma, and role-playing as we recovered.

'Oh my God,' I gasped. 'That was insane.'

We just lay there recovering, sharing the wonderful afterglow of adventurous sex. None of us were seemingly in a hurry for the session to end as we enjoyed and the warmth of each other's body.

'I started worrying when I heard scarfs mentioned,' I finally said, a contented smile playing on my lips. 'But it made it more realistic and thrilling.'

Maddisyn smiled coyly, brushing loose strands of hair behind her ears. 'I'll leave you to continue the consultation with Doctor Love,' she said, her angelic nature returning as if we'd just finished a yoga meditation session.

She glanced at my dishevelled dress. 'Would you like me to hang that up in the ensuite?' She kindly offered, seamlessly sliding back into her familiar hostess role.

I nodded. 'Thank you,' I smiled, slipping out of the dress.

Maddisyn held the dress carefully and smoothed the fabric with the same thoughtful grace she'd shown when greeting me when I'd arrived. I watched as she calmly gathered my heels and neatly folded my panties, it was as if her gentle, almost angelic presence was restoring order to the room. The contrast struck me. Moments ago, everything had felt traumatic, frenzied and overwhelming. She was now tidying as if it were part of a routine therapeutic procedure, something expected and normal.

Maddisyn returned from the ensuite and collect her clothing from the chair. 'I'll be in the Guest Lounge, unless there's anything else you'd like,' she said. Her faint knowing smile betraying the innocent tone.

'You were both just perfect,' I grinned back.

I captured Doctor Love's gaze as she left and noticed his wry grin with my comment. 'I also think the sexual therapy went very well,' he said.

I smiled to myself, amused at his reserved professional tone and recalling what we had planned last session. Doctor Love proposed what he called some 'unconventional' therapy but, I wasn't that naive. I didn't need much convincing, the idea soon appealed to my mischievous side. He explained how couples fulfilled their fantasy by acting out a scenario. I was amazed at the planning involved, creating the surprise and making it feel realistic. Trust was obviously important, agreeing on what was acceptable and what wasn't and using a safe word or action, just in case.

I tilted my head. 'Sexual therapy? Is that's what we're calling it now,' I said.

He cleared his throat softly. 'I mentioned it was unconventional, but with therapeutic benefits that I knew would assist counselling. I wouldn't have prescribed it otherwise.'

'Prescribed,' I echoed, amused. 'You're cute trying to make sex with a Guest sound legitimate treatment.'

His posture stiffened a little. 'It's therapy. Carefully planned and implemented.'

I let a playful smile slip out. 'Very well implemented,' I replied. 'Relax. I'm teasing you.'

'Please, use the ensuite,' he offered, his tone returning to that gentlemanly manner he used during our sessions. 'I'll meet you back in the suite to continue with the rest of the session.'

His offer felt almost routine, as though he was moving into the reflective part of the session. He'd slipped back into his composed, professional manner with no awkwardness, no hesitation, no need to explain anything, as though the entire experience had been part of a standard procedure. The more I thought about it, the more it struck me that both he and Maddisyn carried a quiet confidence about the legitimacy of what had happened. I was amazed. Not because I was naive. I knew exactly what we'd planned and that it was wrong for so many reasons.

I made my way to the ensuite and wasn't surprised by how pretty it was. A gorgeous roll‑top bath sat perfectly beneath a decoratively frosted window, edged with lace curtains. I breathed in deeply, the room softened by the faint fragrance of potpourri. A gorgeous antique white dressing table with a large mirror had an assortment of thoughtfully arranged cosmetics. The room was obviously designed with a Guest's comfort in mind. Everything felt elegant, calming, and feminine, a different type of thrill from the turmoil I'd just enjoyed.

I got dressed and sat at the dressing table. As I brushed my long flowing hair, I began absorbing everything that I had just experienced. My reflection looked pleased, almost sated, the little black dress showing off my figure just as Maddisyn had mocked me about. Recalling her comments, brought an even broader smile to me face. I knew what had happened was so much more than unethical but the mirror didn't judge, simply reflecting a temptress with a weakness for dangerous choices and a taste for the consequences.

I finished my makeup and took one last contented breath before leaving to join Doctor Love in his consulting suite. He was dressed and sitting on a couch and appeared to be making some notes. Standing as I approached, we shared a sensual smile and the contented look that comes with wonderful sex. As I sat on the couch opposite my doctor, all I could think about was how he and Maddisyn had taken me to an entirely new level of pleasure I'd only previously dreamt about.

'Tell me how you felt about the sexual therapy?' Doctor Love asked after I made myself comfortable, pulling my skirt a little further down my thighs.

The smile that filled my face would have confirmed the therapy was just what I'd hoped for. 'I'm surprised how good you and Maddisyn were,' I answered. 'No wonder other Guests find your therapy helpful,' I added with a knowing grin.

Doctor Love appeared remarkably unfazed with my playfulness. 'You took your time using the safe word,' he continued, neatly side-stepping where I may have been heading.

'It was... enjoyable as well,' I said, my smile widening.

'And helpful, as you mentioned,' Doctor Love added. 'It confirmed some of your personal traits that explain why you find forced scenarios emotionally stimulating.'

I just sat there amazed and took it all in as Doctor Love explained. Being naturally curious and adventurous, he said I had a high acceptance of different intimate experiences. He mentioned that confident women who considered themselves physically desirable were also more likely to be comfortable with erotic fantasies.

I thought for a moment about when Doctor Love first raised his so called, unconventional therapy. He was so sincere, his confident tone not giving the slightest hint of anything illicit. At the time, the thought of role-playing with my doctor was as exciting as it was shocking. Being wickedly wrong was part of the attraction. Listening to his analysis of the therapy, I started to wonder if he actually believed in the treatment.

I hesitated for a moment. 'I haven't been entirely honest with you. The guy I met at the singles bar... it wasn't our only hook-up,' I admitted. 'I came to you because I was worried something may be wrong with us both.'

Doctor Love listened, deep in thought as I continued to explain. 'The session was quite normal,' he finally said. 'These types of fantasies are more common than you think for like-minded people.'

'I think I'm actually interested in him more than I was prepared to admit,' I said a little pensively. 'Maybe something more than an occasional... well, you know what we both like.'

'Thinking of exploring a more personal relationship?' He probed.

'Well, he is also good-looking,' I answered, smiling. 'Knowing his name may be a good start.'

'You'll recall what we discussed about planning role‑playing with a partner,' he commenced a little warily. 'The need for clear communication, agreed boundaries, and an understanding of what you're both comfortable with.'

It left me intrigued, but with a new perspective. 'Maybe I didn't need to be so worried,' I said, re‑crossing my legs. 'Maybe I should actually show a little more interest in him, personally I mean.'

'If there's a personal connection... it may be the answer to your stranger dilemma,' he replied.

Standing and smoothing down my dress, Doctor Love flashed one of his gorgeous smiles. 'If you'd like another session, Maddisyn can schedule one. But you may find you don't need it.'

I returned his smile, finally realising I wasn't so different from the other girls and guys at the singles bar and what they wanted from the evening. After all, he keeps going back to the bar as well. Maybe he is also interested in something more.