“Sleep. Rest. Drink water. Eat healthy. Be patient.” When she glanced at me next, her eyes were cold. “Are you mocking me, Dr. Santos?”
“No.” I leaned against my desk. “I’m being realistic. You need patience and you have to give your family time. It’s not like you just bought a puppy.”
She inhaled a sharp breath, shoving to her feet. “How dare you!”
That’s it. “How dare I?” I took a step towards her, backing her up until she hit the wall.
She jumped, her eyes widening.
The amount of control it took not to force her to her knees and have her beg for mercy, was almost as bad as not lashing out when she originally walked into my office. “Why did you cheat on your husband?” I demanded, leaning my hand against the wall beside her head.
“I…I was lonely.”
“Who did you fuck, Maria? Someone at your place of work?” I leaned down, inhaling her scent. Flowery perfume wafted into my nostrils making my eyes burn. But it was hinted with something else. It was spicy. Hmm…Maria liked a little domination. Too bad she wasn’t my type. But that sadistic side of me wanted to play. And so I would let it.
“I…it was someone…” she stammered, turning her head to the side.
“Who was it? Was it a woman? Did you have a craving for a little kitty? Or was it a man? Your husband not satisfy you anymore? Does he not make love to you?” I made a point of letting my gaze roam down her curvy body. Two kids later and she had the voluptuous hips most men would love to dig their fingers into. But not me. I preferred my women toned, firm.
“He works long hours,” Maria cried. “He didn’t pay attention to me until another man came into the picture. I love him but I need him to notice me.”
And that pissed me off even more. “Why didn’t you tell him? Why didn’t you do whatever it took to get him to notice you? Why did you resort to cheating? Were you lonely? Did you crave a fat cock too much that you couldn’t resist?”
I pinched her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Tell me, Maria. Do you want to be dominated? Is your husband a pussy? Maybe he wants you to control him. Have you ever been bound or tie someone up?”
“No. I’m a Christian girl. I…” Her eyes darkened.
I frowned, leaning closer to her. “Doesn’t matter what your religion is. As long as what you do is consensual.”
“What are you? A sex therapist now?”
“Little girl, you have no idea what the fuck I am,” I snarled in her ear. “I am the monster under your bed. The darkness creeping into your dreams. I am the cold shiver of fear gripping your spine.” I licked along the shell of her ear, igniting a shiver to tremble through her body. “You like that? I bet you’re wet right now all because a man is paying attention to you.”
She gasped, her eyes going wide.
Releasing her abruptly, I stepped back. “Get out. Our sessions are done.”
“But…” She licked her lips. “I thought you…”
I laughed, a cold maniacal sound escaping my lips. “You thought what? That I wanted you? I may be an asshole but I’m not a home wrecker.” The fact alone that she thought I would fuck her, in my office no less, proved she wasn’t as upset about what she had done. She played a game, pretending to be a victim. She blamed her husband for ignoring her when she probably was never satisfied and spread her legs for anyone who showed interest. Under different circumstances, maybe when I was younger, cocky and would fuck anything that had a pussy. But now? I was almost forty. Besides a good lay every now and again, I was ready to settle down. I was itching for it.
“You hinted,” she insisted.
“Listen. If I wanted you, you would already be bent over the arm of my couch with my cock so deep inside of your pussy, you wouldn’t be able to breathe.”
Her hand fluttered up to her throat, her cheeks going red. She acted all prim and proper. How dare a man tell a woman exactly what he could do or wanted to do to her. It was uncalled for. Completely asinine. I was going to hell for my dirty words. Puh-lease. If people were more honest, there would be less cheating in this world.