Warning:
non-con (dub-con?), mild knife play, anal, mild bondage
Therapy - Part II
Hao le shang ba wang le tong -- A Chinese phrase that means forgetting past pains once the wounds have healed. The child who fell from the monkey bar and broke their ankle will go on the monkey bar again as soon as the ankle is healed. It's human nature. Sometimes they
don't
learn their lessons.
That was what was happening to Kate Cheung. Her encounter with her patient, Dean, last week had been terrifying. Her ass had burned and hurt from the assault and violation. But the week had gone by, and life had been busy, normal. She met with clients, listened to people's problems, wrote reports, went to class, ran errands, etc. Suddenly the memory of Dean was just one of the many things on her very full plate. He didn't seem so scary anymore.
Perhaps that was why she felt particularly brave when she finally noticed the date on the calendar.
Tuesday May 11, 2021.
"You heard me. Tuesday, 5:00 p.m."
He had said.
She glanced at the clock. 3:30 p.m., and a chill rolled down her spine. Then she stood up and started cleaning her desk hastily.
Yeah, no. She's getting out of here. That entitled son of a bitch can suck it. She's already told the court he completed his sessions, what more does he want?
She grabbed her purse and the documents that she needed to work from home, then headed out. At the door, she looked back at her empty office and a wave of unease suffused her.
Fuck it.
You do not negotiate with terrorists, right?
***
If Kate could go downstairs to look, she'd see that the door lock had been picked and the chain lock had been cut, but she couldn't go look, because she was stuck in the bathroom.
She had just come out from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, when she saw Dean walking up the stairs to the second floor of her house. She was frozen for a moment, like a panicked deer in headlights, then she turned and slipped back into the bathroom. A loud bang came through the bathroom door as her shaky fingers locked the door just in time. The door reverberated and she jumped.
"Open the fucking door, Kate."
Oh crap, he was angry.
Kate scanned the bathroom.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
She had nothing in here. Not even clothes. What could she do? Stab him with a toothbrush? Run? The window was way too small for her to fit through. Even if it fit, was she ready to jump from the second floor of her house? Could she? Naked? Was that better than facing Dean? Would he really harm her?
He banged on the door again, and the world seemed to quake. "Open the door!" He growled.
"S-stop it. You're scaring me."
A pause, then, "Kate, if I have to break this door and haul your ass out, I promise you you'll regret it. You have five minutes." Then she heard footsteps walking away. Silence.
Tears almost flooded her eyes as her anxiety shot through the roof. She held her hands together to keep from trembling, but it was no use. She traced a finger on a knife mark that Dean had left on her upper arm apprehensively.
He is violently reactive. She knew that. She should have tried to talk to him...not aggravate him. Jesus fucking Christ. She's screwed.
Kate placed a hand on her flat stomach and breathed.
Come on, calm down. Breathing exercise. That's Therapy 101, right?
In through the nose, out through the mouth.
She thought back to their last encounter and almost blushed.
That's what he wants, right?
Placate him.
When she finally opened the door, Dean was leaning against the wall, waiting. His blue eyes were steel-like and humourless.
She only took a few steps before Dean strode towards her, scooped her up, and brought her into the bedroom. He threw her down to the bed and the towel slipped off, revealing her soft, petite body. His eyes darted to her full tits and hard nipples, then back to her face. His jaw tightened.
She covered herself with the towel instinctively.
"Drop the towel."
She did. Kate could feel the menace emanating from his body; the air in the room simmered with his anger and her fear.
Placate him.
She gingerly inched towards the edge of the bed to where he was standing and placed a hand on his arm.
He regarded her with the same irate expression.
What the hell was she supposed to say? Sorry for standing you up...but it's actually your fault because there was NO appointment you asshole.
She decided to keep her mouth shut and leaned in to plant a tentative kiss on his lips. He let her (good sign?), then unbuckled his belt. "Get down."
"Dean—"
"Get
down
."
She heard the barely contained anger in his voice and her body complied. Kate dropped lower and took his hard cock between her lips. She worked her tongue around his hard length, lapped up the precum from the tip, and slid his cock in and out of her warm mouth, trying to build his pleasure fast.
Placate him.
"
Now
you want to be a good girl," he muttered.
Kate jerked and yelped when something struck her ass sharply without warning. His belt, she realized. She recoiled when his belt landed again, and he held her down, gagging her cries with his cock.
She whimpered when the third blow came. Her ass was on fire, but he wouldn't stop. She pushed against his legs then his fist was in her dark hair. She looked up at him tearfully.
"Say sorry," he demanded.
"Hhhorwee," she struggled with a full mouthful of cock.
His belt sliced through the air once again and strike her ass hard. She whimpered and writhed and squirmed to no avail. Fourth, fifth, sixth...her ass cheeks burned a bright red, each new sting built upon an old one. Tears filled her eyes.
"I wanted to be nice to you today, but you didn't want that, huh? You wanted me to be mean, did you?"
She tried to shake her head no. Then he dropped the belt, and a large hand cracked hard against her tender ass. She jolted and whined. It wasn't any less painful than the belt. The slaps came down again, left and right.
When he finally pulled her head back, she drew in desperate breaths, mouth open. "I-I'm sorry...please..."
Please stop.
When he didn't say anything but held her gaze with his cold one, she rose up and wrapped her arms around his neck boldly. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad."
Spineless
.
I'm just using my feminine wiles!
She could barely muster up the energy to argue with herself. All she knew was he wanted her, that much she could tell, but the fear and anxiety were consuming her. She needed him...
not
angry. Anything but angry.
Dean picked her up and threw her further down the bed. He took off his shirt and kicked off his jeans, then walked around to the side, his erection rigid and straight. He took her slender wrist and put it in a leather cuff that he'd prepared.
Kate propped herself up nervously, then lay back down when he shot her a glare. He then attached the leather cuff to one corner of the bed with a chain. She knew better than to protest when he did the same to her other wrist.
