It had been weeks since Denys and I shared the evening at the hotel in the city. Denys was gentle, calming, and comforting, an appropriate temperament for a therapist. I felt as though I could surrender all my anxiety and fears to him, but now I also craved him in a primal way.
I felt oddly grateful when escalating issues with a supplier at work had me returning to Denys's area for several days. Sharing this with him, I was surprised that he suggested I come directly to his house. When I asked if that felt too personal, he joked "no, fucking a patient in my office feels too personal."
After my first nine-hour day auditing, I returned to my hotel, showered, changed, and looked up the address Denys had given me. I learned that he didn't drink, despite having met at the bar last time, but he suggested bringing something for myself. As the miles ticked away on the drive, I remembered his hands on my body, the taste of his lips, and the feeling of him slipping inside me.
I parked on the street and glanced at the house number then back at my phone to confirm, before grabbing my things out of the passenger seat and climbing the few stairs to his door. Despite having been invited, and nearly all our virtual sessions having been hosted from inside this house, it felt different. I knocked and waited.
"Hey, you made it, come on in." Denys smiled as he opened the door and stepped back with a wave.
"I did. I brought a bottle of chardonnay for myself; you said you didn't mind?" stepping through the threshold and scanning around the room.
"Not at all. I hope I still have a corkscrew somewhere, we'll figure it out." He closed the door and turned back to me. "Coat rack is behind you."
I set my bag on an upholstered bench and slipped off my heavy coat, hanging it on a free hook. I recognized some items as I looked around and spotted the computer across the room. A fluffy brown cat was curled up on the chair in front of the desk, her too I recognized. I felt familiar, safe, and with Denys just inches away, aroused.
Denys picked up the bottle in its brown paper sleeve, "Well, ah, why don't you get comfortable while I get you a glass of this and we can start with whatever this is going to be?" he smirked and backed toward a bright doorway that led toward the kitchen.
"Whatever this is going to be, huh?" I returned an equivalent smile.
I watched Denys disappear into another room and made my way to a dark blue couch. Looking around at the things I recognized and those I did not, I learned more about him. I noted that the lighting was warm and low, much like his office and as I'd seen on video. I wondered if he always kept it this way. I noticed a bass guitar sat on a stand near a wall and an open fly-tying kit on a dining table with scattered hooks, feathers, and spools of what looked like colorful twine. I realized his fingers must be quite skilled.
"This is definitely more than five ounces but I'm sure that's not a problem." Denys laughed, returning to hand me a stemless glass.
"Of course not. I'm surprised you even have wine glasses?"
"You know, I actually just like the way the round stemless stuff looks."
I sunk back into the couch, enjoying the wine's smooth buttery finish. I looked at Denys over the rim as I sipped and shivered as my eyes wandered his body and I imagined him getting hard.
Denys sat in an oversized chair perpendicular to the couch, sipped from a large black insulated cup, and looked at me. "So this is obviously unconventional. To be honest, and I'm sure you think I'm lying, but I've never done anything like this before. I don't really know where the boundaries lie or if there's even anything left of them."
"I don't know." I stared into my glass nervously and felt the alcohol warm me. "It's complicated."
"How do I make you feel? I mean, how does all this make you feel? Because you're still making progress in our regular sessions."
"I think so. Work is better, I feel less anxious overall, but..." I shuffled in my seat, anticipating his scent and touch. I didn't expect a session as much as I expected laying him across his own bed and licking, sucking...
"But what?" He set the cup down on the coffee table and leaned forward toward me.
The wine had already taken the edge off, "...but I spend a lot of my free time thinking about you and your cock and the things I want to do with it."
Denys's mouth opened slightly, and he took a deep breath. "You know, it's different to hear you say it than it is to read it in a message." He glanced down, aware of the growing object in his pants and the attention I had already given it.
My face flushed and I swallowed hard. A rush of tingles ran down my spine as I fidgeted my fingers around the cool glass cradled in my palms.
