A Different Kind of Therapy

A Different Kind of Therapy

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My body flushes, he smirks at my reaction running a hand through his silky dark brown hair, that cocky little shit! He actually smirked, two can play that game. I lean forward, letting my shirt dip just enough to reveal more of my cleavage, rubbing my hands up and down on my thighs letting my skirt rile up further. My heated gaze meets his "My mother's worried I'm not having enough steamy sex," I say huskily. "The last time I did, I asked to be spanked. You've no idea how much I love a good spanking-it makes me moan, and it makes me want to ride a guy like it's the last dick I'll ever have." my breathing a bit shallow from imagining him under me, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as he grips my hips- he interrupts my thoughts by clearing his throat. His throat bobs again. His eyes darken. But his voice stays cool-barely. __________________________________________________________________________________ "The last time I had sex, I begged to be spanked. Hard." I told him that just to see him flinch. Dr. Xander Smith: my therapist. The man who's supposed to untangle my past, not get tangled up in my present. To our families, he's just my boyfriend-because that's easier than letting them meddle. No rules. No promises. Just something to shut them up. But Greece has a way of heating everything up: the sun, the nights, the way his hand brushes mine when no one's watching. It was never meant to be real... until it was. Fake dating. Forbidden desire. And a love that wasn't supposed to happen-but might just save us both.
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My Teddy

The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly. I smile again. A smile!? A tiny one, but still. "Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?" I ask, swinging my feel a little. He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all. Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much? "Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname." I offer happily. He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment. He has nice eyes. Pretty brown chocolate orbs. They remind me so much of....... "Teddy." He shakes his head immediately, frowning. "What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you." I say softly, tilting my head. He continues to shake his head. I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat. "Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make. "No." . . . *Jordan* Teddy!? Seriously!? She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!? What the hell does this girl want!? I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street. Forget about her. She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away. Everybody does. She HAS to go away. *Spoiler alert*: she doesn't. Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt. That's my mindset. I've been through enough of that. This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway. She's too innocent. *Mature content* {Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}

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