"So, this is your office." I stroke the cherry finished on his desk. I placed both hands on it and pushed down. "Strong," I said. "It should be able to take a pounding." My looked over the degrees on his walls. "Impressive." I walked over to his bookshelf and pulled a couple of random books off and put them on. I turned to the sofa and slopped down, very unladylike in a shirt. My legs opened showing him my ruby treasure. "I ready for my therapy session." My legs opened wider than a big mouth bass.

Leo smiled and rolled up his sleeves. His eyes scanned up my legs. "You leave nothing to the imagination."

"True! But I have a problem Doctor?" I said.

"What is your problem?" he asked leaning against his desk to get a better view of my sugar walls.

"I'm not choking on your cock right now. What is up with that?"

"When was the last time we talked?" He folded his arms across his chest. "That wasn't part of foreplay?"

I sat up on the sofa and closed my legs. "So, you want to have a real talk?"

"What I don't know about you could fill a book?"

"What you do know about me could also fill a book?"

"Fair." He stepped to the couch and sat down next to me and took hold of my hand. "You been through a lot, Pitch. Finding out about your mother's murder, your friend, Ms. Tranhill's heart attack, and a long history of abuse."

I let go of his hand. "Are you using these events to judge me? Like I'm fucked up?" I stood up from and walked back off from him.

"Pitch," he said with a concerned tone in his voice. "Why are you lying to me?"

"Bullshit!" I said. "I'm not lying to you. What the hell I'm am lying about?"

"Mother?"

"The whole adoption thing?" I questioned. "You are still on that? Millions of kids been adopted. Hell, there are several movie stars that adopt ten freaking kids. Why is my adoption a big problem for you?"

He stood up from the couch. "Because there is no record of your adoption?"

I jammed my finger into his chest. "You don't want to know the fucking truth, so just drop it!"

"Pitch..."

"Just drop it Goddammit!" I turned away and he grabbed my wrists and pulled me closer to him. I saw his chest rose and his grip with tight.

"Pitch," he said as soft as warm butter. "I don't think you are fucked up, but I do think you are broken inside. I want to help."

"Help me?" I asked. "Are you going to give me therapy? Which wouldn't be ethical because we are fucking the shit out of each other."

"I would refer you to someone else."

"Oh." I put my hands on his shoulders. "You want someone else to bang my brain." I flashed a smile. "That might be so fun."

Leo rolled his eyes. "They will be professional."

"Well." I undid a couple of buttons on his white collared shirt. "I won't be."

"Maybe, I should refer you to one of my female colleagues."

"Mmmm," I said. "I like tacos just as much as the sausage."

"What am I going to do with you, Pitch?"

"What you should have done when I first walked in here." I ripped opened his shirt and the buttons flew off across the room.

"You are aware that I have an appointment in twenty minutes?"

"Then you better get started."

He kissed me on the lips and grabbed me with both arms turned me around and bent me over of the desk. My arms send the ideas on his desk crashing onto the floor. He pulled up my skirt and his pants dropped to the floor. He spread my cheeks and his cock was welcomed back to the fold. He covered my mouth tightly with his hand, muffling my screams and sounds of pleasure. I loved the way he took control. It made me wetter than headband in a fireman's helmet. I was his toy. He pulled my hair with his other hand. I was his plaything. His hand came more like a vice around my mouth. I was his lover. From time to time, he would lean over and kissed me on the side of my neck. My hands gripped the edge of the desk as he fucked me harder. Then he pulled out, a very unlike Leo thing to do.

He pulled me off the desk, turned me around until I was facing him and forced me to my knees like we were in some fucking porn. My mouth opened to receive his seed. I was his slut as he talked nasty to me as he held the back of my head as he unloaded his cum in my mouth. I sucked and gagged, but swallowed him whole, not spilling a drop. I loved to admit. I loved this part of Leo, he was hard, controlling and fucking nasty. My eyes looked up at him as I felt the last of his cum sliding down my throat. I wanted more this type of sex. I wanted to see if Leo had a dark side. After our threesome, he might be opened to new ideas. Would he choke me? Would he tie me up? Would he get rough with me? Would he go further? How far would he go? Would he rape me, if I ask him to?

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"What the motherfucking fuck?" Melissa's reaction to my ideas about Leo wasn't easily received, but being in public her, she quickly toned her voice down. "You want him the fucking rape you? Are you out of your redheaded mind? Why the fuck you want to do that?"

I dropped my fork in my club salad. "This coming from the same woman that choked me out the other night. Besides, I did the research. A lot of girls have rape fantasies."

"Yes," Melissa commented. "But very few were actually victims. Shit! If you have him to have control, then be his Sub, but a fucking rape victim."

"Melissa," I said reaching across the table grabbing her hand. "You know I take things to the extreme. Rape is about control, and I want to give him total control."

"Have you ever role play a rape?"

"No."

"It can be just as terrifying and intense as the real fucking thing." She leaned in closer and whispered. "Especially, if you have a sicko for a partner."

"Leo is not a sicko."

Melissa's eyebrows shot up. "I bet your research showed that more men want to do a rape fantasy as the fucking rapist, even straight shooters like Leo."

"Most men won't admit it, but yeah."

"What happened if you have a flashback to your dad?" Melissa asked. "And you pull out your fucking knife and cut Leo's throat. Are you ready for that?"

"It won't come to that."

"You don't know, Pitch. You just don't fucking know." She rolled her eyes. "A couple of days ago, you didn't fucking trust him. Now, you are giving him this?" Her hand went to her mouth. "Fuck me. This is your end game. You are going to kill Leo?"

A smirk raced across my face. "Why would I do anything crazy like that? This is not some fucking insane plan to kill Leo. Besides, you opened my eyes about giving someone you love control. Remember," I reminded. "You choked me out and I never been so fucking turn on, until Leo forced me to suck him off like I was so fucking low paid porn slut." My hand tightened around hers. "Are you concern about me? Or jealous?"

"Really, Pitch?" Melissa said. "Do you really think am jealous? I support your relationship with Leo. I always did. I love you and will always be concern for you. Especially when you are acting foolish."

"What if I role-play with you? I know you can play rough."

"This is not about you and me, Pitch." Melissa continued. "But this might be a moot point. Leo is not going to role-play as rape with a real victim. He is a psychologist. He is not going to fuck up your mind that much."

I laughed. "You don't the therapist that well."

"What do you mean?"

"Therapist is a compound  word."

"For what?"

I smiled as I give her the answer. "The rapist."