Set up for excerpt: Catalina Reyes is a journalist. The paper's editor has ordered her to seduce, then ruin the reputation of the analyst responsible for his son's changing his career from running his father's publishing empire, to teaching English in an inner-city school in Chicago. He's told her if she doesn't, he'll fire her and ensure she never gets hired again in Chicago. Reluctantly she agrees--but when she meets the analyst, she perks up, because he's drop-dead gorgeous. He also has no idea he is, because he's blind. She's always relied on her striking good looks to seduce men--how can she seduce this one? He's already told her that they need to refrain from anything personal because she's a patient of his. This is her second appointment, posing as a person with suicidal ideation.
“Well, Dr. Evan, it’s all very well and good for you to say that I have to spill my guts to you, and make myself vulnerable and all... but one of the first things I need to share with you is that unless I am related to them, I don’t trust any man that I haven’t had sex with.”
He swallowed hard, and leaned back in his chair, the color rising in his face. She watched fascinated, as a flush started in his hair and worked its way down to color his entire face. She wondered briefly if that happened when he was having sex also, and decided that she was going to have to pay close attention, to see if it did.
He cleared his throat again, and reached for the glass of water, to take a sip and buy himself time. “I told you, Catalina… that is not possible. I could have my medical license censured, or even revoked, if word were to get around that an incident like that happened in my office during business hours.”
She looked at him archly. “Then should I come back after your secretary has gone home? Then it won’t be business hours anymore, and no one will ever need to find out. After all, you said that what happens in the office stays in the office. I don’t plan to tell anyone.”
She made a quick silent prayer to the saint of liars and fools, and asked that she be forgiven for telling such a bold-faced lie.
The flush had not completely left his face, as he looked directly back at her.
“No, Catalina. That’s the way you always manipulate men. That’s not going to work with me. You have come to me for help, and I intend to help you. You are just going to have to learn to trust me without having sex with me.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she answered slowly, “Well, that’s going to be hard for me, just like it will be for you...”
She stared at his hands tightly folded in his lap, as she continued, “And here’s me, since it’s such a hot day, not wearing any panties under my skirt.”
He now blanched, and a vein pulsed visibly on the side of his neck, as he swallowed hard. His hands clenched reflexively in his lap, and she watched, even more fascinated now, as he fought against his own instincts and tried to maintain a professional demeanor.
“I... I don’t know what to say to that...” he began. Then he jerked his head up to listen, as she got up from her chair and walked the short distance over to stand directly in front of him.
“What are you doing now?” he asked her in a strangled voice, as she grasped the arms of his chair, leaned over, and lightly brushed his lips with hers.
“Seeing how you taste,” she replied. She turned her head slightly, and kissed him again, with more force.
His lips turned traitor on him the second time, and responded of their own free will. Catalina opened her mouth and brushed at his lips with her tongue, and he obediently opened his mouth also; their tongues briefly dueled, delicately and tentatively.
Catalina exhaled breathily as she stood up in front of him, and watched him try to regain his composure.
“Ms. Reyes, I have to ask you to stop trying to seduce me. This is against everything I stand for and believe in. You need help, and I want to help you. But I will have to insist that you leave immediately if you...”
He stopped, cocked his head, and asked, “What are you doing now?”
She smiled and answered softly, “Undoing the hooks on my corset.”
Sweat was now dripping down his face from his hair, and he had a death grip on the arms of his chair.
She leaned forward and pulled both of his hands up, and placed each one on a breast.
He gasped, yelling, “No!” as he jerked his hands back like she was on fire.
She smiled, because she felt like she was. She grasped his hands again and pulled them back up. “You said that other men must have a tough time concentrating on what I say, because they can see how sexy I am. The only way you can see is with your hands. I want you to see what I am like, Dr. Evan. You said you have to know everything about me, if you are going to be able to help me...”
She knew that she was treading on dangerous ground here, using his own words against him, but Dr. Evan Thompson was facing a formidable opponent. And right now, she held the winning hand... or rather, his hands were on the winnings. His face had a dreamy, aroused look on it, as he reluctantly allowed himself to fondle her breasts. For a long moment, the only sound was the quickened breathing that they were both doing.
When he spoke again, his voice was thick and syrupy with desire and need. “You are even more beautiful than I imagined. You have perfect breasts, with tiny hard nipples that respond to my every touch...”
She moaned as he tweaked both of her nipples, sending currents through her body, causing her to writhe with anticipation. He smiled, and she took that as an invitation to lower her head again to reclaim his now-eager lips. She moved herself forward, so that she straddled his legs as he sat in the chair. She rubbed herself against the enormous bulge in his pants while she caressed his shoulders, then moved her hands forward to unbutton his shirt.
He made a token resistance but still kept his hands on her breasts, and she kissed her way down his neck, to begin licking at his chest; this allowed her to lower her hands to his pants, and begin to open them.
This galvanized him into action. He tried to push her hands away. “No! I can’t do this with you! It’s not right!”
She already had his pants open. She grasped him and pulled his engorged member out where she could see it, and drew in her breath with a hiss.
“Oh God, Dr. Evan, you are everything that I like... hard and thick... the kind of man I look for... the kind that’s so hard to find... so good and hard.”
He opened his mouth to respond, and she lifted her left breast and rubbed the nipple against his lips. With a strangled cry, he took it into his mouth, and she knew he was almost done fighting her. She lifted her skirt to begin to rub herself against him, and knowing that their nether regions were hidden under her skirt, made her feel extra-wicked.
Evan suckled and licked at her nipple, while he used one hand to fondle the other breast. He reached down under her skirt with his other hand, to rub himself against her wetness. Now he was the one to hiss.
“Catalina... we can’t do this... oh God, you are so wet! We have to stop this... please, Catalina... Cat... please...”
She drew in a breath as she lowered herself slightly onto him, and she felt herself stretch open, to make room for him. In a breathy voice, she said, “That’s right, Dr. Evan, only the men closest to me get to call me Cat.”
He gasped. “The only way for me to be any closer to you, is to be inside of you...”
He felt her lips smile against his, as she said, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” She sat down hard on him, taking him completely into her body until she was sitting flush on his lap. He groaned, as she began to move her hips, back and forth, sideways, and in circles. Along the way, she began to squeak and moan, as orgasms took her by surprise, and she rode them all as she rode the man she had conquered.
And then his control broke completely and he grabbed her hips, holding her so tightly that she was to have the marks from the imprint of his fingers on her skin for weeks. He thrust into her so deeply that she screamed out her pleasure, and still he moved her roughly, back and forth, until she was incoherent, lost in a state of continuous climaxes. With a final roar, torn from his soul, he pulled her close one final time and exploded into her, not just once, but again and again.
He finally collapsed, exhausted and spent. She fell forward onto him, to lie limply across his chest, held up only by her arms draped around his shoulders.
The only sound was their ragged breathing, until gradually they began to breathe separately again, as consciousness returned to them both.
Catalina licked at his chest and pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, to lick her way up to his neck, then to his chin and face. She spoke against his lips. “Wow! I’ve never felt anything like that before! You are magnificent!”
There was a brief flash of a proud smile, then his brow furrowed, and he struggled to regain control over himself again. “Oh lord, what have I done?” he moaned.
She smiled at him while she was kissing his lips gently, so he would feel her happiness...
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Now fully dressed, she continued briskly, “So, I’ll see you next Tuesday, at three. And then the real therapy can begin, okay?”
He made an unintelligible strangled reply of some sort.
She went out of the door, saying cheerfully, “Bye Dr. Evan. Have a nice weekend.”
The door closed behind her with its characteristic click. Evan sank back into his chair to begin the brooding that was going to continue for the next four days, as his various body parts argued with his brain, about whether or not he should ever allow her to be in the same room with him again.
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