Therapeutic Misconduct

Author's Note:

This is a work of fiction featuring explicit non-consensual/reluctant sexual themes, including coercion, manipulation, and psychological dominance. If this content is not to your taste, please do not read further.

All characters are 18+.

This story explores submission through pressure and control, not affection or romance. It's rough. It's wrong. And that's the point.

-----

Marianne was just about to head home when the door to the treatment room creaked open. Lexi stepped in, skin still damp from the showers, a towel barely clinging to her hips. She wore the casual guise of injury, murmuring something about her quad acting up--but Marianne, with years of experience behind her, recognised the look of someone testing limits. Before Marianne had a chance to say anything, Lexi had dropped her bag and jumped on the table.

She'd been a physiotherapist with the Liverpool women's squad for five seasons. Lexi had joined the first team two months ago, a young and fast player already on the rise to stardom. Since then, Marianne had seen her often for strains, tweaks, little things that didn't quite justify attention. Yet here she was again.

Lexi reclined, one knee bent, the towel hitching higher as she shifted. Marianne caught a glimpse of smooth inner thigh--too much skin--and quickly turned her focus to the oil bottle.

"Quad, yeah?" she asked, tone brisk. "Top of the thigh?"

"Mmhmm." Lexi nodded, resting back against the pillow. "Left side. Pretty high up. Felt it during my last sprint."

Marianne nodded and stepped forward, oil warming between her palms. She placed both hands on Lexi's thigh and began methodically practised strokes along the firm band of muscle. Her thumbs pressed in, coaxing out tension, reading Lexi's body for signs of strain--or something else.

"Higher," Lexi murmured.

Marianne adjusted, moving up a few inches. She kept her hands clinical and focused. But the bare thigh under her palms felt hot--alive.

"Little higher?" Lexi added, her voice soft.

Marianne hesitated. The towel had slipped, barely covering anything now. Another inch and...

Lexi took her hand and slid it up her thigh--far too high. The heat radiating from between her legs was unmistakable.

Their eyes met. Calm. Intent.

"Right there."

Marianne's throat tightened. Heat crawled up her neck.

"Lexi," she said, but it came out as barely more than a whisper.

Lexi's gaze didn't waver. Her legs parted a little more, relaxed as if offering something without saying a word.

"I'm just saying," she added, voicing false innocence, "if you're going to fix it... you might as well do it right."

Marianne didn't look back at her. She focused instead on the muscle at the top of Lexi's thigh, working slow, deliberate strokes. Her thumbs skimmed dangerously close to heat--close enough to feel the pulse of something intimate.

Sometimes, she brushed against soft hair. Sometimes slickness. Every time, she paused--then kept going. Lexi never stopped her.

"I think that's feeling looser now," Marianne murmured, her voice shaky.

"No," Lexi replied firmly.

Marianne glanced up. Lexi's gaze was unwavering, burning with intent.

"It's the tension," she said. "The kind you carry everywhere." Her legs parted further. The towel slipped from her hip. Her pussy, bare and glistening, caught the dim clinic light.

"You're a physio," she continued, voice low. "You know how the body holds tension."

Marianne swallowed hard. Her hand was still on her--still dangerously close.

"Lexi, this isn't--"

"I need to come," Lexi said, plain as breath. "It'll help release the muscle."

No apology. No shame. Just certainty.

"And since your hand's already there..."

She took Marianne's wrist and guided it between her legs. No subtlety. Just heat, wetness, the unmistakable invitation. Marianne's fingers slid between slick folds--hesitant, then responsive. Lexi moaned low and deep, the kind of sound that made Marianne's breath catch.

"Yeah. Like that," Lexi whispered. "You feel how ready I am?"

Marianne's thoughts scrambled. This was wrong. Completely, dangerously wrong. But her hand moved anyway, fingers circling Lexi's clit, testing pressure. Learning.

Lexi arched into her touch like she belonged to it.

"Good girl," she breathed.

The words landed like a punch to the gut--shame and arousal colliding in Marianne's belly. She circled again, slower this time. Lexi's hips lifted greedily to meet her.

Then Marianne froze. Her hand trembled as she pulled away, stumbling back from the couch as if burned.

"No. I--I can't."

Lexi opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows. The towel was long gone, forgotten on the floor. She didn't bother covering herself. Her legs remained parted, cunt glistening with arousal--but her expression had shifted. Less hunger now. More calculation.

"Why?" she asked softly. "Because I asked for what I needed?"

Marianne stood frozen, breath unsteady.

"Because I'm staff," she said, voice strained. "Because I'm twice your age. Because if anyone finds out--I'm done."

Lexi tilted her head, her tone suddenly cooler.

"You're a physio," she said as if stating a fact too simple to debate. "And I'm the club's newest star."

Marianne stiffened.

"You really think I don't know how this works?" Lexi continued, voice silky, dangerous. "You know how many girls would kill for your job? Young. Eager. Disposable. Just like you were, once."

The words hit like a slap.

Lexi's tone softened, but her eyes stayed hard. "I like you, Marianne. You've got good hands. Gentle touch. That smart mouth of yours? Very professional." She smirked. "But don't get it twisted. You're not irreplaceable."

Marianne's heart thudded painfully in her chest. Her hands were still slick from Lexi. She hadn't even wiped them.

Lexi reclined again, her body casual, her gaze anything but.

"Now," she said, calm as ice, "are you going to finish what you started, or should I speak to HR about your bedside manner?"

Marianne stared, throat dry. She wanted to speak, to push back--but the words stuck, heavy and unsayable.

"No," she managed, firmer this time. "I won't."

Lexi blinked once. Slow. Measured.

"Get your towel," Marianne added. "Go ahead--report me. I don't care."

Lexi didn't move. She simply dragged a finger slowly along her thigh, pausing just before her pussy. Her eyes never left Marianne's.

Marianne backed away instinctively, breath shallow. Her spine met the door with a dull thud.

Lexi stood. She didn't rush. She strolled across the room like she owned the place. Still naked. Still utterly unbothered about how wrong this was.

Marianne pressed herself against the door like she could vanish into it. But Lexi didn't touch her. Not at first. Instead, she reached up and slowly--deliberately slid the bolt into place.

Marianne flinched at the sound.

Lexi's palm settled beside her head, flat against the doorframe. Close. Intimate.

"No more pretending, yeah?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You locked that door the moment your fingers touched my cunt and didn't stop."

"I told you--"

"And now I'm telling you." Lexi leaned in, her chest brushing Marianne's. "Don't make this messier than it needs to be. You're already in deep."

Her hand dropped to Marianne's hip, fingers curling with quiet possession.

"You've got two options," she murmured, her lips grazing Marianne's jaw. "Get me off... or get replaced."

She stepped back just enough to look her in the eyes. Not angry. Not pleading. Just certain.

"Your call, physio."

Marianne didn't move. She stood pinned against the door, chest rising and falling in shallow pulls of air, gaze locked to Lexi's. The space between them pulsed with heat, thick with something unspoken and inescapable. One last thread of control--stretched taut.

Lexi waited long enough to be sure Marianne wouldn't say no again.

Then she moved. Not rough. Not rushed. She took Marianne's hand--not to guide it between her legs this time, but simply to hold. Her fingers curled around Marianne's like it was already decided. Then she turned and walked them both back to the treatment couch.

Lexi sat on the edge, spreading her knees with uninhibited boldness. Her body was flushed, wet, and open. The scent of her arousal clung to the air, dizzying.

Marianne hovered, trapped in limbo--too ashamed to move, too wound up to run.

Lexi's grip on her hand tightened slightly. She tugged her forward until Marianne stood between her legs, close enough to feel the heat of her.

"On your knees," Lexi said.

Marianne's breath hitched. Her legs felt weak. Her body buzzed with humiliation--and something else.

"You want to fix this?" Lexi continued, eyes narrowing. "After teasing. Starting. Stopping. Thinking you're still in control?"

She leaned back a little, dragging Marianne's hand to her thigh once more.

"You're not." Her tone dropped. Dangerous now. Steady.

"You get on your knees. You use your mouth. And you don't stop until I say."

Lexi didn't smirk. Didn't blink. She just waited.

Marianne's shame coiled like a fist in her chest. She hesitated for a long, hollow second.

Then she sank. She stayed upright at first, hands clenched on her thighs, chest tight with panic. Lexi watched her with an unreadable gaze.

Then Lexi leaned forward, threading her fingers gently--almost lovingly--through Marianne's hair. Her thighs stayed spread. Her cunt glistened, flushed and wet. The smell of sex hung in the air.

Marianne didn't move.

"What are you waiting for?" Lexi asked, voice quiet but sharp.

Marianne swallowed. Her voice cracked when it came.

"I've... never done this before."

Lexi tilted her head, a flicker of something amused in her eyes.

"You've never gone down on a girl?"

A slow shake of the head. Marianne's cheeks flushed deeper.

"I don't... I don't know how."

That earned a soft, low laugh. Not cruel. Just sure.

"A lesbian virgin huh?," Lexi murmured. Her fingers curled tighter in Marianne's hair, guiding her forward.

"You've been massaging my thighs for weeks, and never once imagined how I'd taste between them?"

Marianne's mouth parted in protest, but Lexi tilted her face upward, positioning her perfectly between her legs.

"Good thing I'm patient," she whispered. "I'll teach you."

Lexi shifted forward on the couch, her hips rolling subtly. The soft, slick heat of her pussy brushed Marianne's lips.

"Start slow," she murmured. "Mouth open. No teeth."

A beat passed. Her tone sharpened.

"And look at me while you do it."

Her fingers tightened in Marianne's hair--not harsh, but anchoring. Commanding.

Marianne's heart pounded. Shame flushed her cheeks. Her mouth parted, hesitant, and she leaned in.

The first touch was feather-light. Lips brushing warm, wet skin. A faint tremble passed through her.

Lexi exhaled, pleased. Her eyes fluttered shut for a heartbeat.

"That's it," she whispered. "Slow. Gentle. Learn me."

For a few seconds, there was only breath and the quiet, wet sounds of discovery. Marianne's hands splayed awkwardly on Lexi's thighs, grounding herself. Her tongue flicked out--nervous, testing, tasting heat and slick arousal.

Then Lexi's grip shifted. Her hands twisted in Marianne's hair and yanked hard.

"No," she snapped. "Don't stop. Don't slow."

She pulled Marianne's mouth tighter to her, hips lifting into the contact. Her pussy pressed against her tongue, relentless and unyielding. Marianne's lips parted wider. She tried to keep up, matching the urgency, the rhythm, the impossible heat.

Lexi's voice dropped, breathless and sharp.

"Good girl."

Marianne whimpered. Her lungs begged for air, but Lexi didn't let go. Every time she tried to pull back, Lexi dragged her closer. Her face was buried in flesh and wetness, the scent and taste overwhelming.

Lexi ground down harder, hips rolling with deliberate force.

"Breathe through your nose," she commanded. "Stay with me. Show me how much you want to worship this cunt."

Marianne's body trembled. Her mouth moved without thought, driven by instinct, fear and heat.

And then--suddenly--Lexi's rhythm stuttered. Her tone changed.

"You're hopeless, Marianne."

The insult cut through the fog of obedience like a blade. But before Marianne could react, Lexi was already pulling her upward, forcing her to her feet, spinning her, guiding her onto the couch.

Lexi's grip on her trousers was impatient. She yanked them down with practised force.

Marianne reached to stop her, voice catching. "No--you can't--"

But Lexi ignored the protest. She spread Marianne's legs wide, leaving her open, exposed, trembling. Then, she lowered herself between her thighs.

"Watch," she whispered. "Feel. Learn."

And her mouth descended--hungry and merciless. Lexi's breath hit the bare skin between Marianne's legs, warm and deliberate. Marianne squirmed, hands instinctively reaching for anything--Lexi's shoulders, the edge of the couch, her thighs. She didn't know what she was trying to stop.

"Lexi, stop--"

But Lexi's voice sliced through her.

"Lie still."

Low. Dangerous. Inevitable. Her hands locked around Marianne's thighs, firm and steady, holding her in place with quiet strength. Marianne froze. The words weren't shouted, but they didn't need to be.

Lexi's lips brushed her again, slow and sure. Tongue parting her folds, tasting her, teasing her. No hesitation. No space to think.

"Now," Lexi murmured against her, "behave."

Marianne bit her lip hard. She tried not to make a sound, not to give anything away. But it was no use. Lexi's mouth moved with purpose--each stroke of her tongue deliberate, dragging heat out of her in waves. Her legs trembled. Her hips jerked upward without permission. And then--

Then Lexi moaned into her. A low, raw sound that sent heat straight to Marianne's clit. She gasped. Loud. Embarrassed by how fast it broke her. Lexi's hands were possessive now. Holding her thighs like they belonged to her. Guiding her open. Deeper. Further.

Marianne wanted to resist. She tried. She told herself to stay quiet, to stay still, to remember this was wrong. But her body betrayed her.

Her hips arched, chasing every flick of Lexi's tongue. Her thighs clenched around her shoulders. Her moans grew sharper, louder.

"Making notes?" Lexi asked suddenly, lifting her head just long enough to meet her eyes.

Marianne didn't answer. Couldn't. She barely had time to catch her breath before Lexi's mouth was on her again. The pleasure was a wildfire--fast, cruel, and consuming. It lit up every inch of her skin. Her pulse pounded in her throat. Her fingers dug into the couch, trying to anchor herself.

"This is wrong," she gasped, voice shaking. "I can't... I can't do this--please..."

Lexi didn't stop.

"Please just let me go--"

Still nothing.

Lexi's grip didn't loosen. Her tongue didn't falter. Every time Marianne tried to move, to pull away, the younger woman followed--deeper, harder, more demanding. Marianne was losing the fight--inside and out. Her muscles trembled. Her breath broke apart.

"Stop," she whispered again, but it sounded less like a command and more like a plea against herself.

Lexi's eyes flicked up--bright, sharp, wicked.

"If you won't come for my tongue," she said, "I guess I'll have to step it up."

And before Marianne could protest again, Lexi slid two fingers inside her. Marianne's breath caught as two fingers slid inside her, deep and firm. The stretch wasn't gentle. It wasn't cruel, either. Just... certain. Controlled.

She gasped, her hips jerking against Lexi's hand. Everything inside her was slick and aching and too damn responsive.

Lexi curled her fingers deliberately, rubbing that perfect spot with practised pressure. Marianne's body trembled. Her moans came unbidden, rising from somewhere she hadn't let herself acknowledge.

"No," she whimpered, but it was barely a sound. "I--Lexi, I can't--"

"You already are," Lexi murmured, her breath warm against Marianne's neck.

Marianne gritted her teeth, fighting it. But her body betrayed her again, arching into each thrust, grinding against the heel of Lexi's hand, desperate for more. Her climax built too fast. Too loud. Shame mixed with need, a cocktail that burned down.

"Come for me," Lexi whispered. "Do it."

And Marianne did. Her body locked, then shattered--hips bucking, breath ragged, heat ripping through her like fire under the skin. She moaned into the open air, helpless, exposed, and undone.

Lexi let her ride it out.

Only when Marianne slumped back, boneless and dazed, did Lexi shift--slow, smooth, and predatory. She climbed up, straddling Marianne's chest.

Marianne's eyes fluttered open just in time to see Lexi's glistening cunt hovering above her.

Lexi didn't ask. She didn't warn. She lowered herself, settling squarely over Marianne's face.

"Lesson's over," she said softly. "Now comes the test."

Marianne whimpered beneath her. Her face burned. Her body was still pulsing, twitching with aftershocks--and now Lexi's wet heat pressed against her lips, slick and insistent.

She tried to twist away. Lexi caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"No. Not this time," she growled. "You're not going anywhere."

She rolled her hips forward, grinding down, wet and firm, forcing Marianne's mouth open.

At first, Marianne struggled, her tongue barely flicking out, mortified. Lexi didn't relent.

Her grip stayed firm. Her thighs pressed in, keeping her steady. She moved with purpose, riding Marianne's mouth like it was hers.

"Stick your tongue out," she ordered. "Now."

Marianne hesitated--but the pressure on her face increased. Her lungs strained. Her lips parted, tongue obeying before her mind could resist.

Lexi groaned.

"That's it," she whispered. "Don't stop."

She rocked forward with slow, steady thrusts. Marianne could taste her--salty, musky, overwhelming. She wanted to hate it. She tried to pull back. But Lexi kept her there, guided her rhythm, fucked her face with a kind of control that felt terrifyingly complete.

The room filled with slick sounds and Lexi's low, breathless moans.

"Such a good girl," she murmured. "Keep your mouth open. Take it."

Marianne's face was soaked. Her jaw ached. Her shame burned under her skin. And then--Lexi's breath hitched. Her thighs tensed. Her hands dug into Marianne's wrists. The orgasm tore through her with a raw, guttural cry.

Warm, slick release poured over Marianne's face as Lexi rode it out, hips rolling slower now, drawn out, possessive.

When she finally lifted herself off, Marianne lay stunned. Lips swollen. Skin damp. Her breath came in broken gasps.

Lexi just smiled. She didn't give her time to recover.

She rose on her knees, shifting her body forward until her ass hovered just above Marianne's mouth. The scent hit instantly--sweat, musk, the raw salt of earlier orgasm still clinging to her skin.

Marianne's heart kicked against her ribs. She tried to turn her head, but Lexi was already there, pinning her wrists again, steadying herself.

"You're going to rim me," Lexi said, calm and cold. "Start now, and don't stop until I say."

Marianne flinched, her whole body recoiling instinctively.

"No! Please no! I gave you what you wante," she pleaded. "Lexi, come on..."

Lexi adjusted her hips, settling more firmly over Marianne's face. The soft, tight ring of her asshole was now directly above her lips--slick, exposed, impossible to ignore.

"Stick your tongue out," Lexi said.

Marianne shook her head. Lexi didn't argue. She dropped her weight, slow but heavy, forcing Marianne's head into the cushion, her mouth pinned under firm, unforgiving heat.