Written: By JillyBean

"Andy, you say that you feel that you can't open up to your wife about your sexual fantasies. Why do you feel that way?"

"Well, because she wouldn't understand. See, you don't know my wife. She's just. She. She's not a very sexual person."

"Was there ever a time when she was a sexual person?"

"Not really. But I've always been a very sexual person."

How many times had Brynn heard this same scenario; another sexually incompatible couple struggling to make it work? She had been in the very same situation not that many years ago. Hers was a different form of incompatibility than what she usually encountered in her sexual therapy sessions, yet ultimately, it was the demise of her marriage; a marriage she felt was rock solid.

"What is it that you hope to accomplish in these therapy sessions, Andy?"

"I hope that you can give me some pointers on how to get my wife to be more open to trying new things."

"I think that the first step to getting your wife to be more open is for you to be more open with her. Our session is almost up. Between now and our next appointment, I'd like you to think about what fantasies you would initially be willing to share with your wife, ones that are, for lack of a better term, tame. I'd also like you think about what you feel would be the best way to approach her and tell her about them."

After Andy left, Brynn tidied up the room, made herself a cup of tea, checked her voicemail and prepared for her next client by reviewing the email sent to her earlier in the week requesting an appointment by a woman in a relationship with a man who had a foot fetish so severe that he had been arrested for offering to pay a woman to allow him to smell her shoe while waiting for the bus one morning. She couldn't help but giggle thinking about how he approached this woman with that proposal. She got all the paperwork and her thoughts together as she re-read the email, looking for clues as to what her best approach should be based one what she read between the lines. Is this person looking for an out, or are they really interested in salvaging the relationship?

The next thing she knew, she heard the door to the lobby area chime, alerting her that her appointment had arrived. She closed her laptop, took a look in the mirror, took a few deep breaths and opened the door leading from her office to the lobby and stepped out into the lobby area. Suddenly a hand grabbed her and spun her around so that she was facing away from that person. Her jacket was pulled off her shoulders and down, restricting her arm movement. Before she could let out a scream, there was a hand over her mouth. "Sssshhhhh. this is a private party" whispered her assailant.

"My client should be arriving any second, you could leave now and no one would have to know anything" Brynn said, trying to convince the man to leave willingly.

He put his lips against her ear and said softly though her hair; "I'm your next appointment doctor". As a multitude of thoughts raced through Brynn's head, he pulled her up against himself, positioning his crotch against her hands and said "You know you want what I have, consider it therapy for the sex therapist".

Then he pushed her over the back of one of the chairs and undid her pants; pulling them and her bikini underwear down around her ankles. Brynn made one last attempt to reason with the man holding her hostage and obviously about to rape her.

"Nothing's happened yet; you can still leave and not have to look behind your back for the rest of your life."

"Maybe that's exactly what I get off on!" hissed the man, now pressing his hard cock against her backside. She steeled herself, remembering all the psychology courses she took - it's not about sex, it's about power and control - and decided that the sooner she relinquished control, the sooner it would be over. She resigned herself to the knowledge that she was going to be raped and prayed that it would end there. He pushed her head over the chair back and into the cushions, she didn't resist.

Then he wrapped his arms around her legs, pulled them apart and she felt his tongue plunge deep inside her while he began to suck hard on her clit. He inserted one, then two fingers inside her while swirling his tongue on her clit, his other hand firmly grasping her ass. He continued to suck, swirl and finger her until her mind let go and her body began to take over. Suddenly she realized that she was actually enjoying the pleasure that he was giving her and she stood upright and became rigid, remembering that what was happening to her was far from consensual. She was being held against her will and forced to submit to sex. He was relentless and again, her body took over and she even let out a moan. She was horrified by her own enjoyment of what was happening to her. This was a simple textbook fantasy, why was she so aroused? It made no sense. And yet, she really was enjoying every second of it at this point.

He sensed her arousal and continued to lick and suck on her growing, throbbing clit. Brynn felt herself getting wetter and more aroused with every touch. He reached up and pinched and pulled hard on her nipples as she let out a gasp, there's such a thin line between pleasure and pain. Then he pulled himself up and slid his cock inside her, pushing her back down into the cushions. His hands reached around and he pulled and twisted on her nipples as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her. Soon, she was crying out with pleasure and cumming with every thrust he gave to her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him as he rammed into her over and over again. At this point, she was like a rag doll in his arms and it was all she could do to keep her legs from buckling underneath her. As he finally pumped inside her, her entire body quivered.

He kissed the base of her neck and whispered in her ear "God, I love you".

"I love you too. You are absolutely amazing" Brynn said breathlessly. Zack pulled her up and turned her around, brushing the hair from her face, looking deep into her eyes and kissing her on the lips. They kissed passionately for several minutes.

"When did you know it was me?' Zack asked.

"When you went for my nipples. You're the only one who knows how much that turns me on" Brynn said, a bit dazed and rosy-cheeked from the encounter.

As Brynn went to the bathroom, Zack grabbed 2 bottles of water from the mini fridge in Brynn's office and handed her one wen she returned.

"What if I had fought you off and managed to call the police? How would I have been able to explain that you really weren't a rapist, that you're my lover?" Brynn said with smile as she settled in next to Zack on the couch in