“Does overly vigorous masturbation count?”
Dr. Pritchard, or Dr. Jugs, as we secretly referred to her, frowned at me over her thick-rimmed frames. I grinned and lay back against the couch.
“Then, no. I haven’t.”
She pursed her lips and scribbled something else about me on her notepad. She seemed to do that a lot when I got her flustered. It was amusing, one of the only reasons I looked forward to my “therapy sessions.” Well that and the view. There was a reason I tended to lay on the couch instead of just sit. Today she was wearing red lace knickers. Someone’s feeling saucy today.
She uncrossed her legs then crossed them again and my grin widened.
“Yes?” I looked back up at her, blinking innocently, not bothering to wipe the grin from my face.
“Let’s talk about your accident.” She suggested. I shook my head and turned my gaze to the ceiling.
“I’d prefer not ta. Turns out when ya ram yer car inta a tree and live, people tend ta think yer crazy.”
“Do you think you’re crazy?” This time I frowned at her. Those types of questions might work on Liam, but not me.
“I think everyone’s a little crazy.”
“Yes, but not everyone gets loaded and tries to off themselves doing seventy miles per hour down a dark road.”
“Maybe not.” I shrugged, stretching myself out over the length of the couch.
“Why did you do it?”
“Why did I do what?” I stretched my arms over my head, letting my shirt ride up. Her gaze flickered to my bared abdomen and my low-riding jeans. Just for effect I shifted my back, lifting my hips up. She pressed her lips together, narrowing her eyes at me.
“You know what I’m talking about, Niall. Why’d you drive your car into a tree?”
“Because it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Do you still think it’s a good idea?”
“Well no. I don’t have a car anymore.”
Her frown deepened. “Niall, if you are not going to talk about the accident, how do you expect to move past it?”
“I already have. I’m not goin’ ta do it again. I was just havin’ a bad night is all.” Well, feck. I answered one of her questions. Today was an off day for me, I supposed.
“Did it have to do with the nightmares you told me about?”
I knew I shouldn’t have told her about those…
“About my mum, yeah.” I stiffened and sat back up, no longer feeling so relaxed.
“Are you still having those?”
“No,” I lied. “I am havin’ trouble sleepin’ though. Ya can help with that, can’t ya?”
“We can try a different combination of medications. I can give you a new prescription.” Dr. Pritchard leaned forward. Sure enough, she was wearing a matching bra that showed off quite exceptional cleavage. Just the right amount of lift. I grinned as her eyes met mine again.
“And have you been having any other issues or side effects?” She raised an eyebrow.
I sat back against the couch again, opened my legs a little and not-so-subtly adjusted myself.
“I’ve been extremely horny lately…is that a side effect?” I tilted my head and batted my eyelashes at her, mastering my most innocent pout.
Her mouth fell open, but she quickly snapped it shut and looked down at her notepad again. “Generally, I hear the opposite effect from patients.”
“Oh?” I ran my hand over my crotch, watching her gaze drop to it. “I’m shocked. Sitting here with ya fer an hour?”
She peered over her glasses at me again, one eyebrow lifting. “You know that’s not appropriate, Niall. I don’t do relationships with patients.”
“That why ya wanted ta be my brother’s new Domme?” A slow grin crept over my lips as understanding registered in her eyes. “Oh, come on…yer not wearing lingerie like that unless ya want someone ta take it off. With their teeth.”
Dr. Pritchard narrowed her eyes, placed her notepad down on a side table, and strode towards me in three steps.
“Well?” I smiled up at her. She slapped me square across the face and I grabbed my cheek, hissing from the sting. Before I could recover she grabbed the neck of my shirt and jerked me forward.
“If you really want me to help you with that…” Her other hand squeezed my cock, and my eyes bulged in shock. “You answer some of my questions for once. Got it?”
“I..um.” Another slap. My cock stiffened and I blinked up at her. “Yes…feck. Yes. Got it.”