Chapter Fifteen
It was with a sense of freedom that Melissa sat in the ante chamber awaiting her meeting with the all powerful board of the ethics committee. She had asked herself if she really needed to attend but being a thorough person and a born fighter, she had chosen to stay and stand her ground, speak up in her own defense and then say goodbye to her chosen profession forever.
There's more to life than therapy. She had been repeating to herself for the last four hours. Maybe eventually she would even begin to believe it.
"You can come in now Dr. Price." The receptionist informed her.
She knew most of the board members. There were five in total comprising a mix of the old and venerable together with the young and ambitious. One had been a professor of hers while another had studied alongside her. One man looked far too green to be there and watched her with obvious surprise as though he couldn't imagine why an attractive woman like her had needed to make a pass at an old man like William Kingsley.
"Please take a seat Dr. Price. How are you today?" Her old professor asked her.
"Let's cut to the chase." She said sitting down and shaking her long hair behind her. She was dressed conspicuously casual today. "I'm not here for small talk."
The group was visibly taken aback and exchanged glances.
The woman she had studied with took the lead.
"Okay Melissa, here it is. Mr. William Kingsley made a serious complaint against you."
"He's a lying slug." Melissa cut in. "A dog turd rather than a client."
The young man on the board gulped as he felt his trousers stretch. He could see why Kingsley might have come on to Melissa, but the other way round? No way! This woman was seriously hot.
"That he may be," another, older board member who Melissa knew only by name said, "but I guess you'll be happy to know that he no longer wishes to proceed with the complaint."
Melissa was stunned for a moment, then threw back her head and let out a long laugh to the discomfort of the entire board.
Jason Demovic. She thought. The beautiful, arrogant bastard did it in the end.
"Did the slug say why?" She asked.
"No Melissa," her professor answered, "the 'slug', as you deem him, did not say why."
Melissa let out another long laugh and then stood up.
"So are we done here?" She said.
"Not quite." The fifth member of the board said.
"Who are you?" Melissa asked.
"Dr. Ronald Smith, Dr. David Smith's brother. I believe you know my brother, don't you?"
Melissa sat down again and relaxed back into the seat.
"Sure I do Ron, your kid brother is my supervising shrink. Has he told you any juicy details about our sessions together?"
Ronald gave her a cold look.
"Of course not. That would be highly unprofessional. However, he was at liberty to pass the following documents and materials on to me which he claims to have received from you."
Melissa was again shocked and felt her heart race. Not that she cared about losing her license to practice anymore, but David… she had begged him to help her when they had last met. It was the day she had returned from Paris, battered and confused from her wild experiences with the predatory billionaire. She had entrusted information to her supervisor in order to help prevent Demovic from potentially ruining her.
"Shoot." She said. What the hell did it all mean now anyway?
"First we have a video clip taken I believe, in Paris." Ronald continued.
She had copied everything from Jason's phone to have a record of his dealings with Sandy, but of course the other video footage had been on there too. When she had found the messages from Sandy on Jason's phone referencing the information about her that he had sold for thousands of dollars she had sacked her friend immediately. She understood his motivations, but couldn’t live with his actions.
"No need to show it Ronald. Unless it's for your own pleasure."
He hesitated.
"I think it might give us all a better idea--"
The professor intervened.
"No need Ronald. I think we all know what's on there already. Was that you Melissa?"
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders and then kicked back even further in the seat.
"Next we have a copy of a personal diary which David says you stole from Mr. Jason Demovic, a recent client of yours. You provided a copy to my brother with the intention of blackmailing your wealthy client."
Melissa sat up.
"Now that, is total bullshit." She said sitting up. "If you arrogant, smug assholes have a criminal charge against me then you can contact my lawyers. I have better things to do today than listen to this crap. The ducks in the park won't feed themselves you know."
"I think you'll find they actually do feed themselves." The young man said.
"Where'd you get this genius?" Melissa said and then raised her hand in front of her face. "Don't answer that. If you need me I'll be in Central Park. Otherwise contact my lawyers."
She didn't wait to hear the response of the shocked board members. Clicking down the steps of the building she hailed a cab.
"Where's it to be?" The driver asked her.
"Where's the best spot to feed the ducks in Central Park this time of day?"
"Don’t worry lady, I know just the spot."
When she finally found the ducks she realized she didn't have anything to give them so instead she just sat in the New York morning sunshine and watched clouds. She hadn't felt so at peace in years. Only one thing bothered her; the medical bills. She still had money to pay interest on them for several more months, maybe even longer than that once she downsized her apartment and whatever else she could be reduced in her already frugal lifestyle. Maybe she would even move back to Ohio and look for some kind of interim work there while she decided what to do next with her life.
A shadow came over her and she heard words in a familiar voice as though from far very away.
"Melissa, thank God I've found you."
It was the last voice she wanted to hear. She didn't move.
"What the hell do you want?"
David sat down next to her.
"What do I want? What I've always wanted, to help you of course."
"Is that what you call betraying my trust and generally messing up my life? Helping me?"
He sat down beside her and Melissa felt herself physically recoil.
"I had no choice. You broke the bond of trust between a client and then instead of cleaning up your act you went on a romantic jaunt with another and begged him to sleep with you. Then you stole his phone and his diary and passed both on to a third party. You only had to read the man's diary to see he had a serious transference issue with his therapist which you clearly abused. I couldn’t let you continue to practice. It wouldn't be fair on anyone, not least of all you."
Melissa lay still on the grass. All of it was true. She was a screw up as a therapist and David didn't even know the half of it. Nobody did except for that ruthless, heartless barracuda of a human being, Jason Demovic. But what did he care? He was cured now, so he could go back to screwing bimbos like he always had done prior to Tracy Dunleavy messing with his head at his high school reunion.
David's hand on her hair brought her back to reality.
"And now we're free." He said softly.
Melissa went rigid with instinctive revulsion.
"What are you talking about David?"
"We're free at last to express our true feelings to each other."
"What true feelings?" She pushed herself up onto her elbows.
"There's no need to pretend anymore Melissa, you know you've been feeling it as strong as I have all these years and now we can finally be with each other."
She began to move away from him but he caught her by the wrist.
"What are you doing David? Get away from me."
"Don't be afraid Melissa, there's nothing you have to hide anymore, we're just two people in love--"
"In love!" Melissa scrambled backwards in shock and David came after her, falling on top of her.
"David, get off of me or I'll scream."
His paunch was pressed up against her abdomen and she could feel his breath on her face. He had had coffee and donuts for breakfast.
"Please don't do that Melissa." He said. She opened her mouth but he put his hand across it and her scream was stifled. She tried to deliver a knee into his groin but couldn't find it. Looking around she saw no-one who could help, just distant joggers engrossed in their running tunes and focused on their morning runs.
She felt David's other hand on her wrist, pushing it down. What the hell was he going to do? This was really happening.
Then just as suddenly, she was free. David had been lifted bodily from her and thrust against a tree.
"No, no, no!" He screamed. "Don't hurt me." His hands were lifted to cover his face as he cowered before the bigger man in front of him.
Melissa gagged for breath and watched the scene in amazement. Her rescuer was dressed in expensive jogging gear and looked incredibly athletic. A hoody obscured his face.
"Jason Demovic." David said with hatred.
"That's right David, now get out of here before I break you in half."
"Touch me and you'll find out that the law in New York applies to rich assholes like you just as much as--"
Jason landed a punch on David's jaw that sent his head sideways and laid him out on the ground.
After a stunned moment he scrambled to get up again.
"Oh my God no, please don't hurt me, please. I won't press charges, please."
Jason yanked him up from the ground and pinned him against the tree with one hand. He held up his phone with the other and hit play on a video clip.
"Here's you assaulting your colleague Dr. Melissa Price." He punched David again. "Now get out of here and go talk to your lawyers because Dr. Price will be pressing charges." Jason shoved him away.
"Fuck you Demovic." David said. "I've got something you want way more than that sorry screw up over there." He nodded to Melissa.
Jason raised his fist again. "Get out of here you piece of crap."
David cowered and turned to leave. "I'm going rich boy, but you haven't heard the last of me. Your abuser over there gave me something that you're going to want back. I'll be in touch."
Jason made as if to go after him and David nearly fell over trying to get away.
Melissa was still on the ground and watched Jason in amazement.
"What are you doing here?" She said.
"What does it look like? I'm taking care of my investment. You just saved my life Dr. Price. Our last session was extremely productive but I still need more therapy. Assuming you've calmed down from your outburst yesterday of course."
Melissa was too stunned for words.
Jason reached his hand out to her and when she took it he jerked her up into his arms. Holding her tightly he became very tender, his eyes scanning her face and hair for any sign of injury.
"Did that pond scum hurt you?" He growled and then looked over his shoulder to see if David was still in sight.
"It's okay. He didn't get very far. You were just in time." Investment he had said. Was that what she really meant to him? Was that why he was following her around Manhattan and watching over her like a bodyguard?
Who gives a damn? She thought. She had no reason to care anymore. Her career was officially gone so she could do whatever she wanted from now on. If Jason Demovic, New York's youngest, sexiest billionaire bachelor wanted more 'therapy' then why on earth would she ever say no?
"Thank God for that." Jason said. "Come with me, the car is this way. We can do therapy in my place today? Have you got time?"
"All the time in the world."
"No clients to cancel?"
He was talking as though he still thought she had a license to practice. Was it just his game or did he really not know that she no longer had the right to counsel?
She poised herself to tell him and then stopped. If he knew she had been struck off then the illusion would be gone forever. He had always said he needed her to have power over him, he needed her to be his therapist, he needed to have the transference of his feelings about Tracy Dunleavy onto a counselor, a woman of authority, or the spell would be broken.
"Let me make a few calls." She said. "It should be pretty easy to clear the rest of the afternoon."
"Thank God for that too." he said and then picked her up in his arms. "After yesterday I wasn't sure I would get through another day without you."
The scene was a little bizarre, but nobody batted an eyelid as he walked with his usual indestructible self-confidence through the park with Melissa in his arms. When they got to the limo he placed her carefully inside and then got in next to her.
"I'm still having feelings about Tracy Dunleavy." He said. "I need you to help me forget her. Can you work on that today?"
The limo pulled out into traffic but it may as well have not existed; they were so effectively cut off from the world outside.
"I'll do my best." She said.
"God damn it Dr. Price, I need more than that. You were sure of everything yesterday. I need that same attitude today, nothing less. That's what I'm paying you for as my therapist isn't it?"
The irony of it all stung her. That and the somehow insulting reference to being paid for her services.
She jumped up and pushed him back onto the seat.
"That's more like it." He smiled.
By the time they reached his penthouse the two of them were breathing hard and suffering under the burden of their respective desires.
Jason had to adjust his baggy running shorts in order to get from the limo to the lift in his luxury apartment building without being arrested. Melissa felt constricted in her tight jeans and she longed to free her engorged breasts from her constricting bra.
In the private lift they went at each other again, half fighting and half loving. Each time his dominance asserted itself she had to beat it down. She refused to be just another one of his conquests and if he was serious about still having feelings for the woman who had abused him then she would need to take control and do something about that.
They fell onto the floor in his penthouse and Melissa had no time to take in the incredible scale of the luxury around her, the stunning views from every window in the home. She was too busy controlling the pleasure that Jason's marauding lips were bestowing on her increasingly naked body.
He carried her to the living room floor and spread her out on the thick rug in front of the fire place before removing his last items of clothing. She was already naked. The anticipation of a repetition of yesterday's wild sex had her already on the brink of her first simmering pre-cursive orgasm. His body was already glistening with desire. The blindfolds had enhanced everything else yesterday but today her eyes feasted on the perfection of his form. The body of an athlete, the IQ of a genius and the sexual instincts of a God.
"You'll say it this time." He said as he fell upon her, devouring and invading her with his rock hard member.
She moaned in pleasure as he slowly plunged the length of his manhood inside her, sliding exquisitely along her quivering clit.
She gulped to control herself.
"Never." She said defiantly. "You left me unsatisfied yesterday. You'll have to do better today."
His activities immediately intensified and she felt her breath almost stolen from her as he penetrated deeper, his controlling hands caressing, cajoling her ass, her hips, her thighs and breasts. She wanted to scream his name and tell him he owned her but she held herself back, releasing an incoherent scream instead.
"Say it." He grunted into her neck. "You know it’s true. You're mine and you've always been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you."
She threw back her head and let out peals of seductive teasing laughter into his ear.
"I own you." she insisted. "You've been mine since the day you were born."
He lifted his head with a look of shock in his eyes and then buried it again to her neck, resuming his pursuit of her happiness, determined to ruin her with pleasure or die trying.
Melissa couldn't hold back--her screams of pleasure filled the penthouse and if the building hadn’t been so tall they would have heard it in the street as well.
"You're mine." He growled. "Say it or I'll fuck you until you beg me to stop."
"Keep going." She shouted. "Don’t you dare stop until I tell you to."
He let out a roar of anguish and frustration and then rolled over to his back, pulling her on top of him as he had done the day before. Melissa felt him go even deeper inside her with the sudden move and as before the crescendos of her climaxes began to go ever higher. She threw back her head and put her hands to her face, her chin was trembling, she could barely distinguish her own voice from the thunderous beating of her heart and the mind blowing sensations of lip-curling pleasure that wracked her from head to toe.
"Say my name." she screamed. "Tell me I own you. Say it!" She commanded him.
He screamed in agony again.
"Dr. Price." He shouted. "That's enough." The painful writhing of his final orgasm exploded upwards and pushed her to a climax that she thought would stop her heart. She fell on top of him and this time the two lay together, utterly spent.
When she opened her eyes it was to see the exhausted rise and fall of his sculpted pecs at eye level where her head had fallen. It was time to tell him the truth, if he didn't know it already, and then let the chips fall where they may.
"Jason." she said, knowing that this could be the end of their time together. "You took care of William Kingsley."
"Of course I did Melissa. That worm was out to ruin the only therapist with the skill and intuition to know how to work with my problem and the first who hasn't been intimidated by who I am."
"Thank you Jason." She kissed his strong chest and bit back a tear. "The committee informed me of his withdrawal of the complaint against me."
He hugged her with one arm and kissed the top of her head. She had never felt so protected in her life. It wrenched her to the core to continue speaking.
"But they still took my license away."
Jason went deadly still. "They what?"
"As of this morning I was no longer a practicing therapist. My license to practice was revoked before you found me in the park."
Jason sat up and pushed himself away from her. Melissa sat up as well, hesitating, afraid to let him go, afraid to pursue him.
"You tricked me." He said.
"It's not like that."
Isn't it? The voice of her conscience pricked her.
"I thought you were still Dr. Price when you… when you…"
"Made love to me?"
"Do you call that making love?"
Melissa faltered.
"Yes of course, what do you call it?"
His intense dark eyes stared deeply into her emerald green. He stood up and came over to her, his naked and magnificent physical prowess all too evident. He came down on his hands and knees in front of her, reached out and gently placed his strong but trembling hand to the small of her back and then drew her forcefully towards him.
Their naked bodies jammed together and she could feel the throb and swell of his returning desire.
So soon? She thought. And so strong? He was rock hard again in seconds, nothing like a man who had just made the most incredible love to her moments before.
He lay her down on the ground and molded his body to hers, inexorably pushing her thighs apart with his powerful legs.
"Soul-destroying, mind-fucking, earthshaking sex is what I'd call it. But only if I thought any of that even came close to what you just did to me." He mouthed the words huskily into her ear between kisses and gentle bites to her neck, to her shoulders and arms.
His desire was mounting with every moment and she knew he would take her again and leave her wracked and senseless on the floor another time but she pushed against him.
"You're not angry? Not disappointed?"
He threw back his head and laughed.
"Disappointed? Any man disappointed with that doesn't deserve to own a pair of--"
"But you thought it was therapy, that I was still a practitioner?"
"Since when has any doctor ever done this for a patient? The moment you let me touch you was when that relationship changed forever."
He was moving again, his rock hard lower abdomen pressing against her quivering mound, stoking the flames of desire deep inside her. She hungered for him again.
"What about the transference? Don't you need it?"
"Need it." He grunted into her breasts as his tongue went hungrily lower. "I know what I need right now and it's not transference."
"What about Tracy Dunleavy?"
His mouth was already down to her navel, lovingly exploring and sending tingles and shivers of pleasure through her.
"Who?" He said.
"The girl who humiliated you."
"Her? Screw her. I took care of her and all her stupid friends years ago." He secured Melissa's hips and ass in his capable hands and then lifted her up to drag her pussy closer to his waiting lips and tongue.
"You've cured me doc. I needed to learn how to fuck someone that I have deep feelings for. That's exactly what you taught me to do and that's exactly what I'm going to do right now."
Melissa's heart was racing, both from the thrill of anticipation as he held her legs open in front of his mouth and from his words, rough and coarse as they were; he was finally admitting his true feelings for her.
"I'm going to take the woman I love and make her scream the roof down while I eat her alive."
He dragged her the last inch to his mouth and began to lave deeply, quickly finding her clit and then working it like the master manipulator he was.
Melissa's breath became rapid fire as she felt the excruciating pleasure course through her. He was unstoppable. She clamped her thighs against his jaw but he held them back with his huge arms and refused to release her from the torture of his desire to hear her scream. Her body began to buckle and shake with uncontrollable lust. She was like a wild horse, saddled for the first time and he wasn't going to let go until she was thoroughly broken.
Then at last her screams came out--nothing could have held them in--and she barely had the resources to breathe.
If she made it alive through this one she might still need an ambulance to bring her back to her senses. She could see the headlines now: 'Death by Multiple Orgasm. Disgraced doctor takes client to bed and breathes her last in the throes of pleasure.'
At last her thoughts went blank and her mind became one shrill bright light of intense release while the final and most shattering of climaxes ripped through her body. She released to the ground, a broken woman and then lay, gasping for breath while Jason climbed still higher. His relentless tongue was still hungry for the rest of her body, his cock was still monstrously engorged and ready for her soaked, well-lubricated pussy.
Melissa felt like she had died and gone to heaven.
When they were finished and Jason lay prostrate next to her, looking as though he had just washed up on shore from a ship wreck, she reached over to play with his wildly tousled hair.
"I guess this means you're not angry with me?" she said weakly.
He opened his eyes as though he had been unconscious for a week.
"I'm still angry." He said very seriously. The smile left Melissa's face. "Angry that you didn't fuck me like this the first day we met. Typical shrink, always trying to string out therapy to make an extra buck."
"I'm sorry big boy, but I never do mind-blowing sex in the first session."
"Is that so?" He growled. "How many of your clients have gotten this kind of treatment then?" He pulled her to him and she felt every inch the jealously guarded, prized possession of the billionaire.
"I'm sorry Mr. Demovic, but as you know, a therapist can't break client confidentiality. I'm not at liberty to say."
"But you're not a therapist any more Ms. Price. Now you're just my new toy." He grinned but then drew back in shock at the sting of the slap she gave him.
"No way." She said imperiously. "You are my new toy."
He grunted and then smiled again.
"I'll take that." He said. "If it means more of what we did just now."
Melissa turned serious again.
"Is this just about sex Jason? Is that really all you needed to get from me? Great sex?"
Abruptly he jumped up and went for his clothes.
"No. Not all." He said. "Come on. Get dressed. I have something to show you and there's somebody I want you to meet."
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not your servant. I'm not even your shrink anymore, so lose the commands or there won't be any more of what you just had. Ever."
He looked frustrated for a moment but then consciously slowed down. Gathering her lingerie carefully together he came over to her.
"Please." He said. "Please get dressed. I want to show you that this is about much more than just that." He looked down at her trembling, exposed naked body. "Sure I'd love to stay here and make you scream some more until somebody finally called the cops, but if you will please be kind enough to come with me I hope I can convince you that I mean what I say."
Melissa still hesitated.
"Please." He said quietly, holding the delicate crumpled lingerie out before her. "I don't know what I'll do if you don't come."