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Mila
“I don’t think I can do this.” The round, curvy blonde sitting on the couch next to her husband turned wide, panicked eyes on me.
I gave her a reassuring smile. “Come on, Cassie. It’s your husband, your best friend in the world, remember?”
Casting a glance at said best friend in the world, I hoped he’d learned to pick up on non-verbal cues, the way we discussed in our earlier sessions.
Martin Reed half-turned to his wife.
They’d been married for almost twenty years, and while it was clear they were still in love with each other, they were having problems sexually.
Which was why they’d come to me.
Asex specialist.
While what I offered was therapy, I sometimes employed methods the typical counselor would frown upon, and I’d wanted to set myself apart from them.
I’d always done things a little differently, job included.
Cassie cast me another helpless glance, then looked back at her husband. “I…um…well…” She took a deep breath and blurted out, “I think about things like…um…kinky stuff.”
Mentally, I sighed. Martin blinked, looking a little uncertain.
“Cassie, kink can cover a lot of things,” I said gently. “Maybe you should be more specific.”
She bit her lip and covered her face with her hands. “This is so embarrassing.”
“This is nothing to be embarrassed about, Cass.” Martin leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple.
Good man.He’d just taken my line from me.
Cassie sniffed and reached up, touching her husband’s cheek. Then she swallowed and nodded. “It’s just a fantasy, you know. I don’t even know if I’d like it. But I’ve always kind of wanted to…dominate.”
She whispered the last word like it was something secret and forbidden.
Personally, I wasn’t surprised.
She’d dropped her chin to her chest as she spoke and now she wasn’t looking at anybody.
I was about to ask another question when Martin reached out and touched her cheek. “You want a pair of leather boots and a whip, sweetheart? You just made my heart stop.”
She giggled a little and darted a look at him. Then she sighed and closed her eyes, slumping in the plush, padded couch in my office like she no longer had the energy to sit up. “Wow. It felt kind of good to get that out.”
“That’s part of why we do this,” I said briskly. Shifting my attention to Martin, I asked, “What about you?”
He squirmed a little, looking uncomfortable. “I’m a typical guy. I’ve thought about a three-way with my wife – her and some other woman. I don’t want any guys intruding on my time with the ladies.” Then, out of the blue, he laughed and said, “At least that seemed to be the kinkiest thought I’d ever had up until Cass went and said she wanted to dominate.”
He slid his wife a look and reached out, resting a hand on her thigh.
Another breakthrough.
I was quite pleased.
* * *
With only thirtyminutes before my next and last appointment of the day, I spent it enjoying a quick lunch at my desk while catching up on email and reviewing forms for an upcoming consult.
