The Psychiatrist

Chapter Four

     Swiping my shirt up from the ground, I pushed pass Clark and headed for the bathroom. Locking the door behind me I leaned against the door and took a deep breath. Huh why is he here? Picking up my phone from the bathroom counter I seen the 12 missed calls from Clark. Damn him I whispered. I turned on the hot water first and waited for it to heat up before adding the cold water. I stripped off my clothes and pulled my hair into a clip. Pulling the shower curtain back I jumped in the steamy water and began to bathe.

    Jesus this water feels amazing. Grabbing my soap I squeezed a generous amount onto my wash rag and began to wash my neck and chest. Working my way down my stomach and around my lady parts. A part of me wanted to jump on Clark. His broad shoulders and chiseled body. He made my body ache in strange ways that I'm way too embarrassed to say. Why do I crave his touch so much when I shouldn't. Pull yourself together Diana.

    Rinsing out my rag I hung it over the shower rod. I just stood there in the shower fighting the urge to submit to him and let him have his way with me. Oh god. Letting the water dance over my body I began to think back to the first time we made love. How gentle he was with me. His hands slowly traveling down to my clitoris. His eyes watching mines as I had my first orgasm. It was like a Riptide of pleasure had tore through my body.
"Clark." I lustfully moaned out.

    In pure ecstasy my eyes shot open while my hands covered my mouth. Oh my god. Quickly turning the shower off I jumped out of the shower and covered myself in the pink towel. I made quick work of brushing my teeth and washing my face. I picked up my dirty clothes and placed them in the washer machine before I went into my room.

    My room is my sanctuary. My calming. My secret happy place. No one could disturb me while I'm here. Locking my bedroom door I walked over to my dresser and picked out my black nightgown. It wasn't to short or long but just right. Throwing the gown over my shoulders I watched as it slowly fell into place. Walking over to the bedside table I lit the two vanilla candles and fell back on the soft mattress.

"Diana? Can we please talk?" Clark asked from the other side of the door.

    Talk? Talk about what. Sighing I walked over to the door and cracked it. Clark stood in the small door frame. Dominating the small little space.

   Peering up at Clark "I don't want to fight or argue." I said wearily. Clark dropped his head and gave me a small smile before he nodded his head.

"I actually want to talk about your grades." he said softly.

   Pulling the door open I motioned for him to come in. Taking my hand into his Clark guided me into the living room.

"Why are the lights off?" I question.

"I turned them off so I can relax. I was going to light one of those candles you have sitting on the tv stand."

   Clark went into the kitchen to grab the lighter. I sat on the couch with my legs crossed. Clark's black laptop bag was thrown on the couch while his laptop was on the coffee table opened.

"So why do you think you deserve to pass my class?" He asked in a serious tone.

"I deserve to pass your class because I worked my ass off." My patience is running thin.

He cannot be serious right now.

"Do you think our relationship affects your grades?" 

Is he fishing for a reaction?

"Sometimes."

I held my head down looking at my thighs.

"Can I ask you a question without you getting upset with me?"