Chapter 25 DOM THERAPIST FUCKS PATIENT PART 1
Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex
The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.
I lock eyes with him, my voice low and firm. 'Time to dive deeper into your therapy, boy. Strip for me. Now.'
He hesitates for a split second, then yanks off his shirt, pants dropping to the floor with his boxers. His cock twitches half-hard already, skin flushing under my gaze. I grab the leather straps from the drawer, thick and unyielding, and circle him like prey.
'Hands behind your back.' He obeys, wrists crossing, and I bind them tight, the leather biting into his skin just enough to make him gasp.
The knots hold firm—no escape. His chest rises fast, nipples hardening in the cool air. I run a boot toe up his thigh, pressing against his balls. 'Good boy. This is your treatment. You trust me to fix that needy ache inside you.'
I shove him forward with a hand on his shoulder.
'Kneel.' He drops to his knees on the hard floor, ass up, bound arms straining. Perfect position. My palm cracks against his bare ass cheek, the slap echoing sharp.
He yelps, body jerking, but his cock stiffens more, leaking a drop of pre-cum onto the tiles. I slap again, harder, watching the red handprint bloom on his pale skin.
'That's for holding back in session. You crave this roughness, don't you?'
Another smack, and he moans, 'Yes, Doctor... please, more.'
I grab his hair, yanking his head back to meet my eyes. 'Call me Mistress in here. And beg properly.'
My free hand squeezes his ass, nails digging in, feeling the heat rise under my touch.
His pleas come out shaky, fueling my hunger. I drop to one knee behind him, my breath hot on his skin. My tongue flicks out, licking the welt I just made, tasting the salt of his sweat. He shudders, cock throbbing untouched. I move lower, biting the soft flesh of his inner thigh, teeth sinking just enough to mark without breaking skin.
'Fuck,' he groans, hips bucking. I laugh low, grabbing his balls in one hand, squeezing firm while my mouth finds his cock.
I lick the underside slow, from base to tip, swirling around the head where pre-cum beads salty on my tongue. He whimpers, trying to thrust, but I pin his hips with my weight.
'Stay still, patient. This tease is part of your cure.' I suck the head into my mouth hard, teeth grazing lightly, then pull off with a pop.
Biting his shaft next, not gentle, making him cry out as I alternate licks and nips, his cock swelling rock-hard in my grip.
I stand, shedding my skirt quick, my pussy already wet and aching from his submission. No panties—just bare, shaved lips glistening. I push him flat on his back on the bench, wrists still bound, legs spread wide.
Straddling his hips, I grind my slick folds along his cock, coating him in my juices.
'Feel how wet controlling you makes me? This therapy's mutual.'
He nods frantic, eyes locked on my tits spilling over the corset. I lift up, positioning his thick cock at my entrance, then slam down hard. He fills me deep, stretching my pussy walls tight. I ride him rough, hips pounding fast, every thrust slapping skin on skin.
'Moan for me, boy. Let it out.' His groans fill the room, body arching under me, but I control the pace—slow grind, then brutal drops that make his balls slap my ass.
I lean forward, pinning his shoulders with my hands, my nails clawing into his chest as I fuck him deeper. His cock hits that spot inside me over and over, my clit grinding against his base with each bounce. Sweat slicks our bodies, the air thick with the musk of sex and leather.
'You're mine to break and rebuild,' I growl, clenching my pussy around him tight, milking his shaft. He bucks up, desperate, but I slap his face light—enough sting to remind him who's in charge.
'Not yet. Push your limits for me.' I slow, rolling my hips torturously, feeling him throb inside, veins pulsing against my walls. His breaths come ragged,
'Mistress, please... I need to cum.' I bite his neck hard, sucking a bruise, then speed up again, fucking him relentless, my own orgasm building hot and fierce.
Holding him down firm, I grind harder, my thighs clamping his sides like a vice. His bound wrists twist uselessly behind him, adding to his helpless thrill. I reach back, fingers teasing his balls, rolling them rough while I ride.
'Cum for your mistress, slut. Flood my pussy.' His body tenses, cock swelling impossibly thicker, and he explodes with a guttural shout, hot spurts jetting deep inside me. I keep thrusting through it, chasing my peak, waves crashing as I clench around him, milking every drop.
But I'm not done—his softening cock still twitches, and I lift off slow, cum dripping down his shaft. 'Session's not over yet. Clean up your mess with that tongue.' I straddle his face, lowering my soaked pussy to his mouth, ready for more control.
His mouth opens wide as I lower my dripping pussy onto his face, the mix of our cum smearing across his lips and chin.
'Lick it all out, patient. Suck your cum from my pussy.'