Chapter 9: The therapist.

Selina woke up to the coldness of the bed greeting her. She knew, without being told, that once again, her husband had gone off to man his business, leaving her alone and dejected.

Her pussy throbbed with unbidden passion that was left unfilled.

A frown creased her forehead as the horrible reminder of how the other night could have gotten out of hand if she hadn't raced off. Alan looked like he didn't care about being caught by his father. Perhaps, knowing that he was the only child of the man was what gave him such boldness, but Selina wasn't about to risk her life like that.

Even if Thomas wasn't a dangerous man, she could still be charged in court for infidelity if caught servicing her husband's son.

Who would even hear such a thing? Even though Alan was older than her, in the face of the law, she was now his stepmother. She wasn't supposed to be servicing her stepson. If anything, she should be guiding him in the right direction, not messing around with him.

She groaned, covering her face with her hands.

What had she been thinking when she decided to have sex with that gardener who was younger than she was? And then she agreed to allow Alan have his way with her as well. She was many things, but being a cheap slut wasn't one of them.

Or was it? She wondered as her eyes watered.

Her pussy throbbed, seeking urgent relief. Selina shook her head, refusing to give in to the temptation. She clasped her legs together, determination rumbling through her veins. Neither Alan nor the gardener was going to have their way with her anymore.

With that resolve in her head, she dressed up and drove herself out of the house.

"Hello." She greeted the receptionist at the small cubicle who was busy watching something on his phone. With her earphones plugged into her ears, she didn't catch anything Selina said. So, Selina shook her by the shoulder lightly to get her attention.

"Is doctor Shane in? I have an appointment with him." She announced to the strawberry blonde-haired woman, who simply stared at her with a deadpan look.

"Dr. Shane?" She asked again, her voice a bit stern.

"He's in." The secretary hissed at her. She returned her focus to her screen, licking her lips at whatever she was watching before Selina interrupted her.

Selina paid no heed to her rudeness and simply walked to the doctor's office. She gave one short knock before seeing herself inside. Her mouth dropped ajar when she saw a man in his midforties seated on the chair. His head raised up and a practiced smile radiated from his face.

"Miss Selina?" He called.

Selina nodded gently, still dazed. When she booked an appointment with the sex therapist, she didn't know what to expect, but seeing a middle-aged man sitting in front of her suddenly made her nervous, almost like she was reporting herself to her father.

"Please sit." The doctor said, pointing to one of the vacant chairs in front of him.

Selina plopped her ass down instantly.

"So, is there anything I can get you? Something to calm your nerves before we get into the reason why we are here?" The man asked with a calm smile.

Selina gulped loudly and shook her head. "I just... want this over and done with." She croaked out. There was no use delaying the inevitable. Even if she took all the time in the world, it still wouldn't make it easy.

"You mentioned that you have a forbidden lifestyle you wanted to stop?" The doctor began, looking straight into her eyes. "Do you want to tell me what this forbidden lifestyle is?"

Selina gulped again as she stared back at the doctor. She didn't know how, but then she managed to narrate everything to the man, including her afternoon of a hot, unforgettable threesome.

"I see." The man began. He pushed his glass up the bridge of his nose and penned something down on the paper in front of him. He stood up from his chair and slowly turned around the table until he was standing beside Selina.

"But the thing is, Miss Selina, I would like..." his finger trailed a straight line from the side of her head down to her jaw. He held her jawline, forcing her to lift her face up to look at him. When he has her attention, he leaned down, his mouth almost touching hers.

"I need you to show me exactly how much you crave these men." He whispered. His expression went from professional to that of a bad boy.

"B-b-but," Selina began, ready to protest.

"I'm not doing it for pleasure. I just need to know the extent of what we are dealing with." The doctor said, his breath still fanning her mouth.

Selina’s pulse quickened. She knew she should get up and run away. But she has starved herself of sex for two nights now, and she was horny. Plus, the doctor was good-looking despite his age. She relaxed, giving in to the defeat of her lustful body.

"There you go." The doctor whispered. He closed his mouth on hers, taking her with uncanny gentleness. "Is this how they kissed you?" He asked, lifting his head up to look at her.

"A little rougher," Selina breathed out. "A little harsher."

Dear God, has she gone mad?

The doctor clamped his mouth over hers. This time, his kiss was rougher and harder. His teeth sank into her lower lip, biting the flesh hard until they both tasted blood.

"You are rougher," Selina moaned out the moment he released her.

The doctor growled and took her mouth in another forceful kiss.

Selina couldn't breathe. His mouth suppressed any argument she had. His nostrils flared against hers, his breath fanning her cheek. She reached for his chest and tugged him away. Her body refused to bulge despite the force she put on it.