"Sit," Robert commanded, gesturing his hand towards the sofa. Chloe complied, taking a seat on the smooth furniture as she watched him take a note pad out.
"When did you last have sexual intercourse with someone, or even something simple as kissing?" He asked. Chloe gave him a look, making him chuckle softly before he added, "before me."
"When I was fifteen." She softly replies. that was nearly two years ago and like mentioned before, everything changed at the age of fifteen for naive Chloe.
Yes, she's had a couple decent dates throughout the years for special occasions at school like dances, but she didn't once think about fucking any of them. she was too consumed in the past that it only brought her painful memories. I'm not a slut, she thought to herself. I am not slut.
"When's the first time you've has sex?" Robert asks. She then figures out that it's not a brain exercise like he said it was, he's just curious. he's probably not even writing down anything, he's scribbling if anything.
Chloe stays silent, ashamed of the fact that she lost her virginity at a very young age to a man maybe three times her age.
"Well?"
"Ten." she whispers, shame laced in her soft voice.
She knew for certain that Robert had read her files. Her files included a Report that talked about Her sex experience. It talked about the first time she had sex. Was it really that hard to miss reading about a ten year old losing her virginity? Robert must have been amused by it, wanting to hear it come from herself.
Robert stares at her, Watching as her face falters from being emotionless to upset. He didn't want her to become too upset, that it gets her in a mood and she'll refuse to have Rough sex like he planned. Instead, He puts aside the note pad, getting up as he takes a seat next to her on the Sofa.
A swift tear dropped from her eye, Her hand being brought up to wipe away it before her cruel therapist could see. tear after tear dropped as eventually she found herself softly crying a pool of tears. I am not a slut, she kept thinking. She knew it was a terrible thing to have done it at that age, she always had to try and forget that everything happened. But meeting Robert, him asking for sex, She felt like she used to. I am not a slut.
"Chloe," He said softly, wrapping his arms around her as he let her slump against him. She softly cried in his arms, not knowing why she was feeling a bit of comfort after he just made her feel this way.
He shamelessly looked down her blouse, watching the cleavage move a little whenever she adjusted herself as she cried.
He was getting impatient; He asked her to come over for a good fuck, not for some emotional comfort. He only had an hour left until his wife would come back with their son Robbie, so with her crying on his shoulder, letting the time pass, his patience were wearing thin.
He grabs her by her chin, wiping away her salty tears as he presses his mouth onto her lips. Her soft cries are muffled and soon they gradually disappear. Chloe is confused, overwhelmed, and ashamed all at once as her eyes close and she finds herself kissing him back. the kiss felt weird. His lips were softer than she'd thought and he was more gentle too. perhaps, he was being gentle because she was in a fragile state now.
His hands moved down to her waist, picking her up and perching her on his lap too quickly. he reattached his lips onto hers as she later her palms on his chest, balancing herself.
As she straddled him, she lightly began to move slowly, grinding herself onto his jean covered bulge. This felt all too weird for her. The thought only occurred to her now that she was indeed going to have sex with her therapist.
"Robert," she lightly breathed, her eyes closing out of delight.
"Fuck," Robert gripped her thighs, standing up as he carried her up the case of stairs and into his bedroom. Oh god, Chloe thought. He's going to fuck me on his wife's bed.
He set her down, her body lightly bouncing along the bed as he stripped his shirt. Chloe stared him as he began undressing. His torso was tan and toned and his V-line made her impeccably wet. she hated how her body was responding to him so quickly as he lent down, softly biting her earlobe before he began lifting her shirt.
This is it, she thought, I'm actually going to have sex with him. My therapist. this is so fucked up.
Her clothes were discarded, joining his pile of clothes on the ground as he hovered over her. No foreplay, No teasing. Vanilla sex wasn't Robert's thing, but he was too impatient for the little gimmicks he originally planned. Robert needed to be inside of rosemary Now.
He aligned himself at her center, slighting pushing in. Chloe quietly winced in pain, grasping Robert's broad shoulders as her eyes tightly closed.
"Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop." Robert softly told her, refraining back from slamming into her. He knew if he hurt her now, she would never want to have sex with him again, so taking it slow was his only option.
"You can move," Chloe lied.
Her thoughts were scaring her and she found it that if she lies to him and told him he could move, it would be over soon.
Robert pressed his length fully into her, Making her gasp from the sudden pain. She was tight, and Robert loved it. but for Chloe, she was struggling not to cry.
She whimpered as Robert rocked back and forth on her, his cock pumping in and out of her as Rough moans emit from his lips. He couldn't hold back any longer. He began roughly slamming into her, his eyes screwed shut as The mascara and eyeliner of
