Part III --
"Let's talk about our last session, June."
I was back in my therapist's office a week after he allowed me to grind my panties on his cock, and stroke his stiff cock. It had been a week since he fingered my ass hole, and since I begged him to spank my round ass. Compared to last week, when he immediately told me he had a trust building exercise prepared for me, which basically amounted to me pleasuring him, I could sense a shift in his demeanor. He sat across from me without any obvious signs of lust or hunger in his eyes. He looked like the therapist who I had seen for the past year and a half--who would let me flirt with him but who never laid his hands on me. This shift displeased me greatly, and I wondered what had changed.
"I enjoyed it, James. I've been thinking about it non-stop."
James looked at me calmly, nodding. "Tell me what you've been thinking about. I know our sessions have become physical in nature recently, and I'd like to know what that physical contact was like for you. I want to make sure you understand why that was necessary to help you have a healthier relationship with older men."
I thought back to him instructing me to give him a lap dance. Us kissing for the first time and him moaning out when I straddled his lap in my thong. I thought about him calling me a good girl as my wavy brown hair tickled his chest, and how he looked down at me as I begged to please him orally. How I literally sucked his tented pants fabric so I could get as close as possible to his dick.
"I felt...," I trailed off. I could feel myself getting annoyed. He was denying that our last session was intimate or mutually pleasurable, but I remembered how he responded to my 23-year-old body. I knew how hard his cock was, and the savage look in his eyes when he fingered my ass. But still, I was hesitant to be cross; I never raised my voice with James and was also greatly seeking a reward from him this session.
"Go ahead. It's important that you're open with me. Whatever you're feeling is okay."
"You did everything you could to turn me on, James. You did things to me that I've told you in prior sessions make me wet, and you used those things to make me dripping wet in your office. And then you wouldn't let me come. You sent me out of here begging for your touch and now you're acting like I misunderstood something? That I need to work on boundaries?"
"It sounds like you're frustrated with me."
"You teased my body and told me I was good, but then left me on the brink of an orgasm. Of course I was frustrated. So you know what I did when I left your office last week?"
I saw his eyes glisten a bit in anticipation, and I heard my voice get quieter and rougher. I thought about the feeling of desperation I felt when he sent me dripping and needy out at the end of the hour last week, and stared into his eyes deeply. I wanted him to feel the same thing for me. I wondered how he had handled his hard cock when I left.
"Tell me, June. What did you do?"
"Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you," I smirked. "I don't want to interfere with my treatment. I don't want to cross any lines with you, James." I looked up at him innocently and saw the intensity grow in his eyes.
"Tell me what you did when you left last week, June."
"Well, what do you do when you're denied an orgasm? What would you do if someone finger fucked your ass, let you touch yourself, and then stopped you the moment before you came? Remember that, James? Remember how I begged you to pleasure me but you punished me instead?"
"I spanked you because you told me it would be good for you. You asked me to, and I trust you know what is best for yourself. Now tell me what you did when you left." He looked at me sternly and I felt my heart rate quicken.
"I'll tell you if you admit you liked what we did last week. That you liked when I whimpered like an animal for you and begged to suck your cock. You like feeling that power over me, don't you?"
He paused and his gaze changed. "I liked watching you feel comfortable enough around me to be your expressive, sensual self, June. I like seeing the progress you're making."
This response softened my annoyance at him and made me crave his touch in a different way.
"Then please, let's keep going. It's good for me. I need you. I need you, James."
"Why don't you first start by telling me how our last session was for you, and how you processed our session on your own after you left my office." He wanted to hear this story, and I wanted to tell it.
"I walked to my car, sat in your parking lot, stripped my clothes off, and toyed with my pussy while thinking about seeing your cock in your office for the first time. I licked my finger and circled my nipples, and then I finger fucked myself. I thought about how you let me kiss your lips while you teased my asshole. I stroked myself faster and faster and thought about how you're almost my dad's age. I thought about if my dad could see me dance on you, and whether he'd like to jerk off to that. I thought about how you are playing on my daddy issues and how that makes our sessions even hotter for me. How it's helping me heal. I put my legs on either side of the steering wheel and pretended my fingers were your cock. I fucked myself hard and played with my clit. I even teased my sore asshole a bit. And then I screamed your name when I came."
"You did this all in the parking lot?"
"I did that all in the parking lot."
I could see my recital had an impact. James scanned my young body and shifted in his seat a bit.
"You are a very good girl, June. I hope you know that."
I took in his praise and felt warm all over.
"Tell me what you'd like to do today."
After a whole week of fantasizing about his touch, I surprised myself by not having an immediate response. In truth, I wanted him to be tender with me, to caress my body and tell me every silly thing about myself was beautiful. I wanted to feel true intimacy with him. I wanted the man who knew all my secrets, both sexual and nonsexual, to show love to me. And this felt harder to share than a desperate request to suck him off.
"I want..."
