Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Roman, good to see you,” he greets, and I can tell by his tone he means it. He’s happy that I’ve come with my wife for this therapy session and wants to help us.
“You too, Doc,” I reply, letting go of his hand and my wife’s so she can greet him. She gives him a shaky smile as he takes her hand between both of his, and they’re so big they make hers look like a doll’s.
So big that one could probably circle her entire neck, making her moan before it closes off her ability to when it tightens.
I breathe out slowly, forcing myself to pay no mind to the zip of electricity that shoots to my cock at the sight and dark thoughts.
“Hey, Doc. You were right. No hesitation,” she tells him quietly, and when she turns her nervous smile to me then meets his gaze again, I know she means I agreed to come without a fight. And it actually makes me feel better, knowing I’m going into this with Dr. Walker’s confidence in me.
Confidence in me.
Confidence in me.
Think of his confidence in me… and not the way he towers over Savvy, making her look so tiny, so fragile next to him. What it would look like from a short distance if he—
“One day, you might listen to me,” he teases, patting the back of her hand before letting her go to gesture into his office. Their break in contact and his “Shall we?” get my thoughts back on track. At least for the moment.
She blows out a long stream of air between pursed lips, then nods, stepping inside. Doc pats the back of my shoulder as I pass him before he reaches for the door handle to pull it closed behind all of us.
The touch from him does nothing for me, has no sexual stimulation. It’s only the thought of watching Savannah take another male that stirs my desires.
It’s been a while since I’ve stepped foot in here. Not since our initial sessions we had to participate in, in order for our membership to be approved for Club Alias. It hasn’t changed in these few years though, except there’s a new addition to his desk. A photo of his wife, Astrid, holding a tiny baby wrapped in a pink blanket. They frequent the club together, mostly just hanging out with the other co-owners and their wives at one of the huge leather booths. But it’s hard to miss when the blonde beauty and her hulking Dom disappear into one of the private playrooms. It’s like everyone in the club holds their breath and parts like the Red Sea to make way for them, the Viking and his Goddess. Partly because only God knows how many of their lives he’s not only changed but saved. The other part is they make a stunning couple. I bet it’s a work of art to behold when they fuck, but they only play in private, never a scene to be viewed by mere mortals.
My eyes land on my own goddess-like wife, who is now sitting at one end of the leather couch, her waist-length chestnut hair pulled back in a thick ponytail to showcase the column of her neck I know is oh-so sensitive to the brush of my beard… to any man’s beard, I’m sure.
Stop. Fuck!
This is how it is in my mind. All the goddamn time. I’m obsessed. Obsessed with this idea of seeing the woman I love take pleasure from another person, all while I sit back and watch. But I know she’s faithful—almost to a fault. After all, she’s still here, isn’t she? Even when she believes I cheated on her, she didn’t leave me. The thought of fucking someone who is not me is damn near revolting to her, if her expression the times I hinted at my fantasy was anything to go by. She changed the course of my dirty talk the moment I growled “Would you like that, baby? Another man’s hands joining in with mine to run along all this smooth skin?” as my cock sank into her.
“Only yours, Roman,” she panted, her head thrashing on the pillow as my swollen shaft filled her pussy to the max. “I’m only yours.”
Was she just trying to soothe me with those words? Thinking I was asking those questions to see if she’d ever want someone other than me? Was she worried I was jealous, territorial, and wouldn’t like even the idea of her being attracted to someone else?
Heaven knows that’s way more common in relationships than the fucked-up way my mind works. So I wouldn’t have been surprised if that’s why she assured me she was only mine. But something in her eyes and in the way she gripped at my back after she said it made me think there was more to it than that.