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You’d been seeing him for quite a while now, gotten comfortable around him. But some days it was hard to talk. It wasn’t that you didn't trust Connor, because how couldn't you? That sweet smile, warm brown eyes, the glasses on his nose sitting just like that. He would tilt his head when he talked to you in that soothing, understanding voice. One could say you'd developed a little crush on him, which was bad enough.
Today was a day like that. You sat in your chair and can't bring a word out.
You felt it in the lower pit of your stomach. You tried to remain composed, tried to remain attentive to what you were going to say. But even that wasn’t working.
"I'm... I'm sorry; can we do this another time? I'm not doing so well today..." It was a pitiful excuse.
Connor's eyebrows creased together in question. He saw right through it.
He studied you, looking through you. Those honey brown eyes twinkled in the floor lamp lighting. Fuck... fuck. You closed your legs tighter, pressed your hands between your thighs.
What would he look like pressed between them? That sultry low voice spilling forth sweet nothings as he worshiped your body with his hands, suckled on your clit and—
"You require something else of me." He said your name and butterflies flew from your stomach and into your throat.
"Y-yes... I mean, no! No! What makes you say that?"
"You've been on edge today. This isn't like you at all", he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.
The look he gave you made your heart speed up and your legs quiver. Connor had a way of pinning you with his gaze, making it unable for you to move or even look away.
You nervously rubbed your hands over your thighs and tried to slow your breathing again. It was wrong on so many levels to feel attracted to your therapist. But he made it so easy to be attracted to him.
For a while neither of you said anything but you know he is contemplating things, see it in the way he held himself.
"We should get you to relax. Would you want to lie down for a while?” he asked in that fucking sweet and concerned tone that had you go weak every time.
"Yes. I-I think that would be good,” you answered, voice still a bit shaky.
But Connor's smile was so reassuring that it almost made your heart burst. He got out of his heavy leather armchair and you did the same, following him over to the matching couch. A guiding hand on the small of your back made you almost jump out of your skin as he asked you to sit and if you would like a glass of water. Or a mint.
"Peppermint has a relaxing effect, did you know that? It'll help you in no time."
He showed off his perfect dimples as he offered you a small candy out of his personal stash, as he called it, and you leaned against the backrest, smiling back at him faintly.
Why did it have to be so hard today?
"How would you feel about trying out something new?” Connor finally broke the silence, pulling a chair next to the couch and sitting down again.
"Something new? As in..."
"Hypnosis can help... addressing the difficult things. Because you won't be aware, you can talk about the things that you can't while awake. Would you like to try?"
How bad could it be, really? Maybe he was right to take on a new method. So you nodded.
"Sure. Can't hurt now, can it?"
Not that you really believed in hypnosis, to be perfectly honest. That was something out of a magic show, but you agreed anyway. Maybe only to please him?
He smiled again. He’d been smiling so damn much today. Not that you minded. And when he asked you to lean back against the couch, you did so, listening to him talk you through the process.
Soon after you felt your eyes getting heavy and a warm, a comforting hand was rubbing over your shin and knee. You could've sworn it had inched up to your thigh as you closed your eyes completely.
Connor‘s hand wandered from rubbing comforting fingers over her thigh to squeeze.
He bit his lip. It was wrong. He knew it was wrong and yet here he was. Tricked her by making her take a pill that would render her unconscious for a while so he could have his way with her.
It was sick. He of all people knew just how much.
That didn‘t stop him from rubbing her through her jeans though, marveling at how peaceful and contented she looked.
She had trusted him and he betrayed all that now because he was horny and in love with a patient. A lethal combo.
Connor opened her pants and slid them down her legs before he shed his own. He was already rock hard when he climbed over her, rolling on a condom to leave no traces. He kissed her cheek with a whispered “you‘re beautiful,” as he thrust into her, hard.
This was the only way he could have her. He told himself that made this okay. She would have never agreed to this for sure. Not with him.
He gave it all he got, moaning and panting as he pounded into her, leaning heavily on his arms as he chased his climax, coming with a pained, hoarse cry.
When you woke up the first thing you saw was his smiling face, asking if you were all right.
You were. But as you left his room you felt a strange soreness between your legs. Next session you might have to ask if this was a side effect.