Sex Therapy...Part 2 Continued (Adrian)

Adrian's eyes grew wide as she wasn't sure to stay in the office or wait outside for the guards.

"You can't expect me to believe that you've never seen a man naked in your office before...For heaven's sake, you're a sex therapist."

Ashamed I was not to be in her presence, stark naked with only a smile to greet the good doctor Praylo upon her return.

"I have," she replied. "I'm just not sure why you are."

Who the f**k does this chick take me for???

"Well, Adrian, you have a problem..."

Another frown. I must've insulted her.

"Excuse me??? A problem with what???"

Second mistake: Facial expressions tell more than what most folks want others to know. If you can read someone's face, you can basically diagnose the real issue.

"You have a problem," I replied. "The way I see it, you help people who want to work on their sex lives...people who either want to try to find ways to have better sex or ways to curb their urges to have more sex when it becomes a problem that effects their progress in becoming functioning members of society, right?"

She tried hard not to stare. She was probably taught by a man, maybe a father or an older brother, a teacher even, to always look a person in their eyes. That she shouldn't stare no matter what. That staring was a sign of disrespect. Yet, I could feel her stalking ever inch of my body in her mind.

Yes, b***ch, I came to your office strictly for the purposes to sex you. These abs aren't going anywhere. And the d**k is no imitation. I was built to please pu**y. Look all you want because you're either going to thank me or hate me later.

A buzz came from the phone's intercom system. "Dr. Praylo..."

That must've been the cue that the guards had arrived. Time was ticking as if she could get to the door...

"Just a second, Paula."

Adrian moved closer. Watching her approach, I instantly flashed back to the club when I approached her at the bar. She was upfront about the basis of her intentions of being in a place like that, knowing that sex was more of a leisure activity that could be bought for the right price. She said she wanted to use her experience for a book that she was writing. As cool as she tried to play off my offer to be apart of her research, it was no coincidence that she had left her card at the bar for me once I had left to tend to some business that Colony had summoned me for.

"So, Mr. Davis, you seem to have me all figured out."

F**kin' right. There was that aggression I was looking for. Chicks like her, who want to be the best at their profession, always tend to have issues with control. And when a man who is of equal mind capacity calls their bluff, the more a certain pseudo-male bravado comes out...just to see if the person doing the calling out is capable of making good on his threats/bets.

Not yet fully aroused, but very much excited, I pressed closer to Adrian. Her sweet breath floated near my nose as she looked up and positioned herself to have direct access to my lips...

"Dr. Praylo," Paula interrupted again. "You have a package at the desk."

She didn't have no damn package at the desk. The old woman was just trying to get her out to take care of this issue with the guards. Can't get mad though. She was just doing her job.

"Paula, please sign for it for me. I'll get it in a second. Disregard what I said earlier."

Ever seen one of those cartoons where the snake is trying to hypnotize it's prey and their eyes start to swirl? I could feel her heart beat. I could hear her pu**y get wet just by listening to her breathe. Now that was some pimp sh*t...

"So doctor, while you're diagnosing all these addicts and self-deprived lust buckets, who diagnoses you???"

She leaned up to kiss me. I never gave her my rules on kissing, so she should have gotten a pass, right? F**k no...

"What do you mean," she said. "I don't need anyone to diagnose me..."

How's about I try this again. Seductively, I traced her lips in a teasing manner. Her anticipation for me to fully engage her gave her some indication that I was going to dive into her opening lips and take her.

Wrong again...

"Adrian, I think you should be a patient...that you should see someone to help you..."

She liked my game. Her petite hands loomed near the shaft of my rod, not yet grabbing me but anticipating that she would be able to grab and take it at a moment's notice. She needed that sense of some type of control as the more I probed her mind for answers, the more anxious she got.

"And I take it that you would be the one to diagnose me, Mr. Davis..."

If she didn't know by now what a sly smile and a hard di*k meant, she must really have been hurting for a squirt.

Easily, her hands slipped over my hardness. Her soft skin brushed against the tight skin of my shaft, caressing the beast I was set to unleash on her.

"Yes ma'am," I replied before teasing her lips again only to gently bite her soft bottom lip. "But no more, Mr. Davis..."

Just call me B.A.D.


(To be continued)