Fuck.
I’ve never heard anything more beautiful.
Our next session is Tuesday, since I added another to our schedule.
It can’t come soon enough.
Apparently, neither can she.
8
I’m Addicted To You
Eli's Search History: how to tell your therapist she’s your soulmate?
Eli
"Didyouhaveanice weekend?"
A rosy flush creeps over Emily's cheeks.
She spent the weekend reading the book I left for her and getting a lot of use out of her vibrator. At one point, she actually left her flat (shocking, I know). I assumed she would just be going for a food shop. But my angel went and bought herself a stack of romance books after finishing the first one.
I'm so proud of her.
"Good, thank you," she replies, smiling shyly as she tucks a strand of silky brown hair behind her ear. "And you, Eli? Did you do anything interesting?"
My weekend was certainly enlightening. Most entertaining. But I settle on, "Nothing out of the ordinary."
"Good, good." She clears her throat, clearly flustered.
Probably because she calls out my name every time shecomes.
It's addictive.
I must hear it in person while my cock is buried deep inside her sweet cunt. I won't accept any other ending to this obsession. Not that I imagine myself ever tiring of her.
"Can we discuss where your obsessive tendencies come from?" Emily asks, her question souring my mood.
God, I hate that she's always asking me about this.
I don't want to talk about other women with her.
It feels wrong.
“What do you want to know?” I force a lightness into my tone.
“I’m interested in seeing if we can get to the root cause. Maybe you could tell me about your childhood?”
I scowl. That’s one thing I really don’t feel like discussing.
But the hope in her eyes?
Damn it.
“Sure,” I grit out.
She smiles warmly, gesturing for me to continue, to open up.