Chapter 1: Introduction
The office building was a sleek and shiny glass phallus, piercing the sky with its arrogance. My commute consisted of passing by its glass façade every day, the implacable sun turning it into a riot of splintered diamonds.
Almost like shattered ambitions.
I rode the elevator, my heart thumping in my chest. This was my first day on the job, and I'm not gonna lie: I was shitting bricks.
"Breathe, Amelie," I whispered to myself.
I couldn't let these jitters get the best of me. Not today. Exiting the elevator, I was greeted by a sea of dark suits and somber expressions. I couldn't help but feel like a solitary pebble, submerged by a deluge of insurmountable waves.
Making my way towards my new workspace, I began to feel more comfortable by the minute.
I studied the other employees around me – guys in tailored suits, eyes glued to their screens, hard at work. Meanwhile, the few women were immaculately dressed, exuding confidence and command. Amongst them, I realized how I could stand out while fitting in, at the same time.
I spent the day typing away, trying to punch through the monotony with a slick wit and a flirtatious grin. The conversations I had exuded playful charm, which seemed to resonate with the men of the office.
It seemed my subtle strategy paid off, even causing a few of them to raise an eyebrow and glance with cheeky curiosity.
As the day neared its end, my anxiety hadn't waned one bit. I felt overwhelmed by the sheer thought of navigating this new territory. This feeling motivated me to attend my hypnotherapist appointment with Dr. Thompson that evening.
Dr. Thompson's office sat comfortably amongst a row of medical suites; a place for healing wounds, both mental and physical. As I entered his space, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.
It was a small room with just enough room for a simple armchair and mini-love seat - his prescriptions for tranquility. The smell of lavender intertwined with a hint of cedarwood permeated the air, calming my nerves instantly.
Dr. Thompson, a man whom I've come to trust with my fragile mental state, was nothing to write home about: glasses perched on a slope, a receding hairline, and a gentle disposition. Completely neutral yet inviting.
He struck me as someone you would feel comfortable confiding your deepest thoughts with - something I had been doing for months.
Sinking into the plush loveseat, I told him about my anxiety regarding my new surroundings, all the while working to quell the buzz of unease in the pit of my stomach.
The soothing tones of his hypnotic voice washed over me, encouraging me to let go of my inhibitions and embrace new perspectives. I felt at ease, at peace, and strangely,eager to discover hidden parts of myself.
While I was under hypnosis, I couldn't help but wonder, what if he unintentionally helped unlock some uncharted character trait?
Dr. Thompson suggested movements for me to emulate.
"Feel your heartbeat slow down, Amelie," he'd prompt, followed by "good, very good," as I descended further into a tranquil state of mind.
His soft, soothing voice morphed into a monotonous routine, but I didn't mind.
While I was under hypnosis, I couldn't help but wonder, what if he unintentionally helped unlock some uncharted character trait?
Dr. Thompson suggested movements for me to emulate.
"Feel your heartbeat slow down, Amelie," he'd prompt, followed by "good, very good," as I descended further into a tranquil state of mind.
His soft, soothing voice morphed into a monotonous routine, but I didn't mind.
I surrendered myself to the process, inviting the waves of relaxation to wash over me.
"Imagine yourself in a dark, intimate space," he whispered. "See yourself craving the taste of a man on your lips, his hands roaming over your body, igniting an insatiable hunger within you."
I remained silent, adrift in the ocean of the fantasies he had spun.
In this newly-acquired dreamlike state, I felt my imagination soaring, unleashing desires I never knew existed.
I found myself aching with a desire only satiated by the sweetest taste of taboo submission and unadulterated, carnal lust. The lines between fantasy and reality began to blur, as Dr. Thompson's voice led me into temptation.
"Feel the sensations, Amelie. Submit to the ebb and flow of your carnal desires. Let go of your restraints. Let go of all your inhibitions."
I could smell his cologne, an intoxicating mixture of spices and sandalwood.
He moved closer, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Fuck, Amelie," he growled. "You don't know what you do to me."
I gasped as his lips crashed onto mine. The kiss was brutal, all-consuming, and filthy in the most delicious way. My heart raced in my chest as he pinned me against the wall, one hand gripping my waist tightly.
He pulled at the fabric of my blouse, sending buttons flying in every direction. My breasts spilled out, tantalizingly close to his grasp.
With a devilish smirk, Dr. Thompson eagerly palmed my left breast and squeezed hard. I moaned inwardly, allowing the pleasure to surge through me. He continued to plunder my mouth, his kiss growing deeper, almost desperate.
With each frenzied brush of our lips, the heat between us intensified.
I felt his erection straining against his trousers, demanding release. As his lips trailed down my neck, Dr. Thompson released my breast and forcefully grabbed a fistful of my hair, giving it a gentle tug.
The sharp pain only fueled my growing pool of desire, leaving me craving to feel more at the mercy of his touch. I could feel his other hand traveling down my torso and slipping beneath my skirt, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
"You're soaked for me, Amelie," he murmured against the crook of my neck.
His hand reached my lace thong, finding it drenched with my wetness. The anticipation had been building, and I was more than ready for what was to come. I writhed as his fingers rubbed slow circles over my swollen bud, deliberately driving me insane with desire.
He slipped a digit inside me, exploring my tight, pulsing walls. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Dr. Thompson groaned, as if savoring the discovery of my untouched sex.
I moaned, the sound muffled against his shoulder. With an expert flick of his wrist, he added a second finger, stretching me and igniting a wave of pleasure deep within my core.
"Fuck, yes," he muttered, thrusting them in and out in a slow, taunting rhythm, each stroke setting me alight. The walls of my pussy clenched around him greedily, urging him to give me more.
I could barely keep myself from begging as the delicious tension built inside me, threatening to spill over.
"You want more, don't you?" Dr. Thompson whispered huskily in my ear, nails digging into my hip as I squirmed in his grasp. Electricity shot through me at each press of his fingertips against my clit, and I could feel my walls fluttering uncontrollably around him.
"Please," I breathed, desperate for the mind-blowing release that was so close I could practically taste it. Without warning, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me bereft, aching for him to fill me up again.
"Tell me, Amelie," he growled, nipping the tender flesh on my shoulder, "what do you want?"
I panted, so turned on by each rough demand and the wickedness of our secret encounter. "I want you inside me," I admitted, unable to keep the desperation from seeping into my voice.
A wicked grin spread across his face as he freed himself from his trousers and underwear. My eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of his impressively thick cock.
Dr. Thompson wrapped his fingers tightly around it, giving it a few lewd tugs before guiding it to my entrance. He rubbed the swollen head against my slippery slit, teasing me mercilessly. My pussy throbbed, eagerly awaiting his invasion.
"Beg for it, Amelie," he growled, his breath hot and heavy against my ear. "Beg for me to fuel that ache."
"Please, Dr. Thompson," I begged breathlessly. "Fuck me.
Please, fuck me, doctor." I arched my hips, desperate to feel him deep inside me. In one swift motion, Dr. Thompson plunged into my folds, eliciting a strangled gasp from me as our hips met in a brutally satisfying collision. "That's right, baby girl, take it all," he groaned, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm as he claimed me with each thrust.
I cried out, my back scraping against the rough surface of the wall as I stretched to accommodate him.
Dr. Thompson's cock sheathed itself in my slick, eager cunt and he paused, letting out a low groan of satisfaction.
"Oh, fuck, yes. Like that. Just like that."
His hands explored my body, kneading my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra, then gripping my hips as he began to thrust with slow measured strokes. It was an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain as his thrusts grew stronger and more fervent; each one driving me closer to the edge of sanity.
Each thrust pushed me harder against the wall. Our bodies collided harshly, leaving behind a trail of sharp pleasure that seared through my every nerve ending. I relished in the sensation, surrendering myself completely to the rapture that overtook me.
My fingers clawed at his back, nails digging into his skin as he filled and stretched me to a maddening degree. In turn, Dr. Thompson's grip on my hips tightened, bruising marks that would later tattle on our forbidden tryst.
I moaned, throwing my head back and baring my neck to him. He took the invitation, his lips trailing up my throat, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
We stood there, bodies entwined and slick with sweat, our own primal rhythm guiding us through this dark oblivion of lustful delirium. I dared not utter a word, for fear that the enchantment would dissipate. Each thrust pushed me closer to the brink of madness, and I couldn't help but whimper beneath him.
My mind reeled with pleasure as the unforgiving wall pressed cruelly against my back.
"Goddamn, you're tight," Dr. Thompson grunted in between heavy breaths. "Christ, Amelie, do you know how long I've waited for this?"
I moaned desperately, "Fuck, yes, just like that."
My body shuddered every time he bottomed out inside me, the sensation of his cock pounding relentlessly into my depths threatening to shatter my sanity.
Moans spilled from my lips without reserve, a wanton symphony of depravity against the harsh backdrop of the room.
Dr. Thompson grunted with each thrust, his eyes locked on mine as he took me and claimed every inch of me. With each savage stroke, I could practically taste our combined pleasure in the air. God, it was delicious—heady and intoxicating as we reveled in the carnal wonderland we'd created.
Suddenly, he leaned forward, trapping my quivering body between his taut chest and the unforgiving wall.
I could barely breathe; his intoxicating scent swirled around me, a heady mix of cologne and sex.
He began to grind against me, the friction setting every inch of my skin alight. Each slow, sensuous shift of his hips sent fireworks exploding from my core, causing whimpers to escape my lips as he continued punishing me with unyielding pleasure.
"That's right, Amelie," he growled, devouring my mouth in a bruising kiss that stole my breath away.
I could taste the sin on his tongue as his hips continued their relentless assault.
Desperation clawed at me, my hands finding purchase on his shoulders, nails sinking deep into his flesh. "Don't stop," I begged against his lips, relishing the feeling of our bodies slick with sweat, grinding and writhing together.
Dr. Thompson tore his mouth from mine, breathing hard and heavy through gritted teeth.
"No fucking way, Amelie," he groaned. "I'm not gonna come just yet. I want to enjoy every last fucking inch of you."
He pulled back and looked at me with a mixture of hunger and satisfaction as he steadied his pace, his rock-hard shaft gliding smoothly in and out of my wet, swollen pussy. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room, punctuated by the symphony of skin slapping against skin. Each stroke sent tingling sensation throughout my body, threatening to push me over the edge into oblivion.
My legs shook uncontrollably as I felt the sweet tide of impending ecstasy rise within me.
My world tilted; my existence shriveled down to this very moment where our two bodies joined into one writhing mass. The slickness from our bodies glided together as he continued driving his cock deeper and deeper, sending whimpers escaping my lips. I arched my back—an offering to the beast now consuming me whole.
"You feel so fucking good, Amelie, so tight," he growled before burying himself balls-deep into me.
My whole body trembled, consumed by the delicious wave of pleasure he unleashed inside me.
"Dr. Thompson, ah, yes," I cried out, unable to contain my desperation any longer.
My walls clenched him hungrily, while his greedy cock rammed into me mercilessly. I could barely breathe, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt the exquisite tension building up once more.
With no warning, he pulled out completely, leaving me bereft – but only for a moment.