The Pleasure House
Brian had scarred her flesh. Lindsay could scar her soul. She couldn’t let him. She couldn’t let herself… want him. Not again. She’d had the stupidest crush on him when she’d first come to his office.
He backed her up against the leather table. Nowhere to run. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest she could hear it. She couldn’t think straight. She hated him. No… he was scaring her. No… God, why did he smell so fucking good? And the lack of a shirt… it was doing things to her.
He usually wore a suit. Business attire. Professional Shrink Wear. It covered up the physique he’d obviously worked hard for. She’d seen him in the gym on days off, or late in the evenings. Brian had the reputation for being the fitness buff, but Lindsay put in the time quietly without drawing much attention.
As recently as that morning, the doctor had just “been there”. Someone she despised, but otherwise nothing special. She hadn’t seen him this way since before the house. Shannon wanted to keep the more confusing hatred. This… yearning was more than she could stand.
“Why can’t you do this with me?” he asked with that professional practiced interest he was so skilled at.
“Because I fucking hate you.”
His hand moved to the back of her neck, threading through her hair, cradling her. He pulled her to him, his mouth covering hers in a kiss far more gentle than the danger in his eyes.
Against every normal instinct, she sighed and sort of… melted… against him. She missed this, so much. It had been so long since she’d been kissed like this—by anyone. It had been long before the house even. The last man who’d kissed her this way had been her last master. And he’d tossed her aside without a thought in the end.
You couldn’t trust a kiss like this. It was a lie to lower your defenses. A trap. It could never mean all the things it promised. But she wanted to believe it. She wanted to fall into it and pretend and believe just for a little while. Would that be so wrong?
Shannon pulled away from him, and then, as if to put extra punctuation on it, she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “This isn’t real. I don’t want your pity.”
He gripped her chin and forced her to look up at him. He was so tall. Had he always been this tall?
“Hear me. I want you. So get this pity nonsense out of your head. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. From the first moment you walked into my office. Now disrobe and get on the table like I told you to.”