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- I have already told you, Miss Wei, that you are not well. This is something even an enemy would fear to wish for, but let me ask you a question,- the woman removes her glasses, covering her green eyes. With a sigh she placed the glasses on the edge of the table. Opening her eyes again, she glanced immediately at the woman sitting across from her in the black leather chair, -How the hell did you not get fired as sheriff? I doubt you can restrain yourself that well. Nymphomania doesn't allow for restraint... I'll also ask you to see a sex therapist. This is not my area of expertise. There is nothing I can do to help you.
The woman shook her head to one side, spreading her arms apart. Folding them back into a lock on her knee, she continued to look at the rather smiling girl who tilted her head to her right side. She looked more like a Cheshire cat than an adequate and healthy human being.
- You are my personal psychiatrist and I have no doubt that you can help me. With each session I think it gets better... and easier,- the Chinese woman returned her head back to her seat with a slight chuckle. She had great patience. But once she was alone with this Viper, the whole dome of her restraint immediately shattered and shattered into little shards. "Sabina, isn't our session appropriate for practice?
- I told you that you need restraint. Is that the only reason you keep coming to our therapy? - Trying to hold back her discontent, the American raised her glasses in her hands and took a special grey shade cloth from the pocket of her white robe. So soft and pleasant to the touch, just a beauty. China liked to touch the cloth at times, reminiscent of the skin of the owner of this little rag, with which she wiped the lenses, holding on to the black frame, - Damn you ... that's the last time.
- A week ago you said the same thing,- She grinned, exulting in her victory. The psychiatrist had given up, wonderful news for the day. She knew very well how to quickly break the decision on the whole therapy, but the longing enveloped her like another shell that would dissolve and be even more delicious.
The woman opposite was silent as Linh rose from her seat and slowly stepped closer. She was in a little trance, unable to feel her feet or at least her fingertips. Each step made it harder and harder for her, as if her legs were becoming numb and padded.
The American put on her glasses, adjusting them on the bridge of her nose, taking the saucer in her hands and gripping the ear of the mug with her fingers, she took small sips of the fine coffee. Her gaze was directed to the window. The view was beautiful. The sun was fully entering the room, illuminating it well. Dark green wallpaper, almost blank and not even a single picture. Black wood floors and furniture of the same material. The simplicity that the mistress liked so much about this office was picked up right away. Even before the decision to become a psychiatrist.
- On your knees,- the woman replied sternly but calmly as she continued taking sips of Kopi Luwak's fine coffee. She did not see if the girl came up, but she was sure of it.
As she bowed her head to the law, she sat on her lap, with the same eagerness and joy. If this wild woman had a tail, she would clearly wag it from side to side, waiting for the next orders from the overbearing but so toxic lady.
- this is really the last time... This relationship is not supposed to happen between us,- how many times has she lied to herself and this girl? A month? Six months? A year? Way more, way more. Too much time had passed for her to even try to stop. All Sabina can do is talk, but in reality she keeps going. She doesn't even know, can't make up her mind if she likes it all.
Dropping a saucer on the table and a mug on it with a clinking sound, she rose from her seat tucking her hands into the pockets of her robe. She steps on someone else's thigh, sparing no effort to push it down, especially with her small heel.
- how nice, you began to wear these boots more and more often with our meetings... - it is not necessary to talk about the pretty face of the girl, because it is already clear that she feels great that she got what she wanted. Running her fingers over the thin leg, where the pants had safely exposed
and showed her mistress's skin,- Dr. Callas, tell me what I was?
- these are not meetings, but sessions... and you were a very bad girl who does not want to hold back,- pressing her heel harder she heard a quiet whimper that was not even surprising for a woman. Pulling her hand out of her pocket, she had to bend slightly to grasp her chin with her long fingers.
Lifting that head higher, she smiled contentedly. It's not often you see the submissiveness on that face. A rare guest in this person. But restraint must come first, why doesn't she interrupt right now? The woman became curious to see what this person would do. And what is there to guess, if the answer is already clear to her.
Lowering her face and removing her foot from her hip, the woman straightened up and walked leisurely to the table. Without going around it, she picked up a pack of cigarettes from the flat surface. Taking the thin stick out of it, she inserted it into her mouth, pressing it against her lips and teeth. The lighter always rested peacefully in the pocket of her white coat. A click and a light appears, helping to light the nicotine stick, immediately spreading the scent throughout the office.
Nicotine mixed with menthol. If Linh had been asked what the smell was like, she would have easily answered without really sinking into her thoughts. "The most pleasant and native smell I have ever smelled."
The lighter falls back into the same pocket. The psychiatrist can't do without cigarettes in every session with that damned woman. Makes her nervous and wants to smoke more and more often.
- Dr. Kallas, you said you quit smoking,- the voice in my head was so pleasant. A chill went through her body, giving off a small shiver. As much as Sabina did not deny it, she madly liked it when her "patient" whispered in her ear, wrapped her arms around her waist and tried to snuggle closer. Even pressing her body against the table.
Callas can't lie or tell the truth. Instead of answering, she simply remains silent, trying to smoke just one cigarette to stay awake and not succumb to this diabolical temptress.
The acrid smoke entered her lungs, coming out no longer as strong as it had been in the beginning. Her hands trembled as she thought not of the smoke at all, but of the person behind her.
Viper thought she'd lost her mind. In this position she just madly wanted to stay, a little more of someone else's touch on her skin. Her waist, her neck, her thighs. All of her.
- my sweet Doctor, my psychiatrist... ah, is it possible to be so excellent when you just smoke? - Wei would let this person take a few puffs and then always take the cigarette away, finishing it on her own. This day, was no exception.
From the cigarette there was half of the pulls left. Running the warm pads of her fingers over the thin hand, all the way to the cigarette, not forgetting to go over the knuckles, which were visible and bulging.
Taking the wand from her hands, Linh immediately lifted it to herself taking her first puff. The two women knew exactly what would happen after that cigarette. It's like a little pause. A pause that Dr. Callas was the one who put in. She swallowed quietly, noticing how her fingers shook. Tremors.
Settling her palms on the edge of the table to keep herself in place. The cigarette butt fell into the ashtray, which had been standing in the very corner of the smooth surface all along, dutifully collecting dust on itself. Abruptly taking a step back, the Chinese woman turned her Doctor around to see the face she coveted.
- So beautiful, but... Tired...-grabbing the stranger's chin, the patient slowly, as if re-examining all the outlines of her face. She could see how she could barely restrain herself from bursting up and kissing every line, every spot on her face. Not leaving a single spot without her attention.
Callas is always silent. Her words have always ended at this point. No, even much earlier, when she struggled to give out any order for this restless woman.
Their height difference is not much, but their heeled boots made a difference. Linh doesn't care, she rests her palms on someone else's hips, sits down a little, and lifts the psychiatrist up, sitting her down on the black table. Running her fingers over her ass and thighs, she finally raised her hands to her waist, squeezing them not too tightly so as not to make the person uncomfortable.
- Mine alone and forever... what else could make me happier? - slowly approaching the stranger's neck, the Chinese woman kisses it, biting it. Leaving behind a trail of purple and the same from her lipstick, she pulls back, examining with delight, holding back from exhaling.
- Nothing? You already got everything you wanted... - finally the first words from the frowning person, who flinched at every touch of this wild and crazy woman. Callas raises her hand on someone else's shoulder, stroking it lightly, glancing at the ring on her finger. A heavy sigh and her eyelids cover her tired gaze," I don't even know how I agreed to this...
Quietly laughing at her hotly beloved Doctor's words, Linh reached up, kissing her lips lightly leaving a new trail of red lipstick. It was the psychiatrist's least favorite, for it was hard to wash off. Too persistent, which washed off after a day, or even twenty-four hours.
Once again, approaching her neck, the Chinese woman kissed her gently, stroking her thighs with her warm fingers, rarely squeezing, digging in with her fingernails.
This wild woman smelled of jasmines, such a pleasant and barely detectable scent. Pleasant and seemingly native, for some reason that was all she noticed now, when not a living trace was left from her neck. She wanted to dissolve in someone else's hands, to give herself away, to fall into that pleasant feeling and never give herself to the real world again. It was from him that Wei took her woman every time, making her forget herself and let her rest from all the drabness of the world, the problems.
The old snake realized. She loved drowning in someone else's soft and warm hands that gently but sometimes roughly wrapped around her waist. Stroking almost every part of her body. Tantalizing lips that gave her hot kisses every time, leaving a trail of bright red lipstick. She resisted the little anxiety that lodged there like an annoying cockroach. The viper spontaneously leans back, giving more freedom to her patient.
Linh lifts up her turtleneck along with her bra, exposing her small breasts, which she immediately stroked and looked up at Viper. Callas is tired of running away from this, pretending like this wild woman is just her patient and no one else. Tired of dismissing the fact that this is her wife of a year.
- I'm all yours, my Lin Ying Wei... - Exhaling the heavy air that had settled in her lungs long ago. She was more interested in the ceiling than this sheriff.
- Sudden confessions? - The woman left several new lipstick marks on her chest, listening to the confused breathing and hoarse moans.
- Like you're not happy about it...