Special Treatment for a Hopeless Addict

What were the odds? This man was the doctor Derek found for me, and it seemed that they were old friends.

That meant he'd seen everything in the car. What must he think of me?

Shame crashed over me like a wave. I grabbed Derek's hand instinctively, but he was already heading for the door with barely concealed impatience.

"I brought you here to get help. Stop making a fuss. I'll wait outside."

He flashed the therapist a smile before leaving. Panic rose in my chest.

How could Derek just trust him like this? He was leaving his wife alone in a room with a strange man, and he wasn't even worried?

Once the door closed, I realized the soundproofing in this office was exceptional. I couldn't hear anything from outside.

There was only the ticking of the wall clock and a faint trickling sound, like running water. Something about it felt familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd heard it before.

"Ms. Lester, please have a seat."

Caleb Walden gestured to the couch. I sat down, and he took the spot right next to me.

The loveseat wasn't particularly spacious. When he took his seat, his knee pressed against mine.

Summer clothes were thin to begin with. The spot where his knee touched mine felt like it was on fire. The heat spread gradually, creeping up my thigh.

I tried to shift away, but the couch was too small. Where could I go?

There was a perfectly good armchair across from us. Why did he insist on sitting so close to me?

"From what Derek tells me, you have very high needs in that area. Almost every night, and sometimes even that's not enough. You have to take care of it yourself. Is that right?"

Caleb's bluntness made my face burn crimson.

My hands clenched into fists on my knees, and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I didn't need a mirror to know how red they must be.

"Don't resist my questions. I'm asking as your doctor. This will help with your recovery."

At those words, I could only nod frantically.

"My initial assessment is that this is psychological, though I can't rule out physical causes. Your body may simply have unusually strong needs.

"Take off your clothes. I need to examine you."

What? I looked up automatically.

"Aren't you a psychologist?"

Why did I need to take off my clothes?

"I have dual licenses as a psychologist and a gynecologist. Would you like to see them?" Caleb's tone was calm, but something about it made me want to comply.

"If you don't want to, I can tell your husband that you're not cooperating with the treatment."

When he moved toward the door, I hurriedly grabbed his hand.

"I… I'll take them off!"

Derek was already upset about this whole situation. If he heard I wasn't cooperating, he'd be furious. I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, I got up to take off my skirt.

"Lie face down on the couch with your back to me. I'll examine you myself."

Before I could finish what I was doing, he made me lie face down on the back of the couch. I felt a little helpless, but I could only do as he said. But as I lay down, a subtle pleasure rose within me.

I could clearly feel his hands lifting my skirt, revealing my black stockings underneath.

Crap! I suddenly remembered tearing that hole in my stockings. He must've seen it by now.

As expected, his hand went straight through the hole in the stockings, pressing against my most sensitive spot. My body trembled involuntarily.

"Ms. Lester, your needs are really strong."

The heat from his fingertips made my body go weak. If I hadn't been braced against the couch, I would have collapsed completely.

"I... What's wrong with me?"

My voice trembled slightly. I could clearly feel his fingertips carefully examining my most private area. He wasn't holding back either.

I was in a strange place, being touched by a strange man. A thought flashed through my mind.

In an instant, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My mind went completely blank. Reason told me that I should leave now, but my body reacted involuntarily, as if wanting more.

His finger movements made shameful sounds, making my face burn even hotter. But my mind was completely blank. I only wanted more.

My waist even swayed instinctively, moving against his fingers on my own. Shame and stimulation intertwined, bringing me unprecedented pleasure.

"Ms. Lester, you're very passionate."

Just as I was about to reach my peak, those hands suddenly withdrew.

"Your condition is indeed quite serious. Ordinary treatments cannot alleviate your symptoms."

The sudden emptiness only made me ache for more.

A second later, the sound of clothes being torn filled the air. My black stockings were completely ripped open.

I instinctively turned around, my eyes widening. Caleb was pressing himself against me.

He was so big, so hot.