Elena POV
The second session had ended with his voice following me home like a second pulse.
I woke up with my hand between my legs and his last words still in my mouth.
“Good girl.”
By the third visit I had stopped pretending the clothes were accidental. Black silk blouse that clung when I moved. Skirt that ended just above the knee.
I sat in the waiting room with my thighs pressed together and felt the damp fabric of my underwear against skin that already remembered him.
Marcus opened the door himself. No receptionist today.
“You’re early,” he said.
“I couldn’t sleep past five.”
“The suggestion held?”
“It held. It also did other things.”
A faint curve touched the corner of his mouth. Not quite a smile.
“Tell me.”
I sat. He sat.
The space between the chairs felt smaller
