A Presence Felt - Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Presence Felt - Part 2

Adrian gently withdrew from Stella, and when she turned to face him, he couldn't meet her eyes. Instead, he left the bed and began getting dressed.

"Adrian," she said.

He kept his back to her while buttoning his shirt. "This shouldn't have happened. I'm your therapist, and I've violated a boundary that should never be crossed."

"Please don't say that!" Stella hurried toward him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tried not to tense at her touch, but he felt sick with guilt. "It wasn't wrong, what we did," she insisted. "And I promise I won't tell anyone."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "If it wasn't wrong, you wouldn't have to keep it a secret." It required every ounce of his strength to turn toward Stella; he was terrified of what his face might reveal. Shame? Confusion? Lingering desire? He didn't think he was capable of hiding the conflicting emotions rushing through him. Stella waited for him to speak. It gutted him, the way she appeared so desperate for reassurance. He had failed her in every way. "I have to go," Adrian finally managed to tell her. "Will you be alright here tonight?" Though she nodded, her expression darkened with anxiety. "We'll talk about what we should do at your next appointment."

Stella reached for him again, but he took a step back, and she let her hand fall to her side. "Are you angry with me for asking you to come here?" she whispered.

"Of course not, but I'm furious with myself. I need a little time to... think ...

... about the situation." He hated to leave her like this, but he had no choice. What kind of mixed message would it send if he spent the night? "I'll see myself out. Take care, Stella." His words sounded too final, like a last goodbye. He immediately wished he could take them back when Stella's face fell, but he only left her in that godforsaken room. She didn't follow him into the living room, where he grabbed his keys and then stepped out of the house.

The drive home felt endless. Glancing at the clock, he was shocked to find that several hours had passed. Had he really spent all that time fucking Stella? Adrian allowed his guilt to eat away at him. It was a kind of futile self-flagellation, but he wanted nothing more than to be punished for his lapse in judgment. Placing the blame at his own feet stopped him from dwelling on the fact that he'd felt like a man possessed in that room.

How could he reconcile his skepticism with what he'd just experienced? It was utterly disorienting to recall the feeling of that presence invading him. A chill slithered through Adrian when he remembered speaking in a stranger's voice, so unlike his own. And the things he'd said! His face grew hot as he thought of the filthy way he'd talked to Stella.

Adrian was exhausted by the time he reached his two-bedroom apartment. After his ex-wife had gotten the house in the divorce settlement, she'd promptly sold it and then left town. Two years later, he couldn't be bothered with searching for a new ...