Sex Addicts Anonymous

I walked across the room, taking small strides towards the petite blonde. She took steps back, eventually meeting the door.
This told me what I needed to do.
She was the kind to act like she didn’t want it, act naive. This was the type of person that liked to be violated in the worst kinds of ways; they liked to be embarrassed. They got off to it.
I could tell the difference between girls and boys that pretended to like it and girls and boys that actually did. The pretenders, nothing can embarrass them deep down. But the real ones, the embarrassment is pure, the want and need to stop then and there is present. They like to be pushed to their absolute limit, fucked when they don’t want to be fucked. I called them adrenaline junkies, as most were.

In every sense of the word, they crave to be forced into submission.

Nothing pleases me more than a client that is true to this nature.

I grew closer, my hands now meeting her hips.

“Out of any of them, you weren’t the first I expected. Why?” I ran a finger down her cheek.

I’m relapsing. God.
Help me.

“I- I just.. I w-want-“ Her cheeks flushed red.

“And I shall deliver. Are you sure you want to do this, Beth?” I raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“No. I’m sure I don’t. But I need to. I can’t explain it.” She closed her eyes and hissed, as if baring and unquenchable thirst.

“Say no more.” I said quietly.

I turned around and walked towards a mirror, my eyes boring into my own.
Was I out of my mind?
Yes.

“Beth, this is only for… treatment. To wean you off. You understand?” I clenched my jaw.

“Y-Yes…” Her voice trembled.

“That’s master to you.” I snapped.

“Master.” Her eyes widened, fear and excitement swelling on her face.

I turned to face her.

Notes

HII SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR FOREVER I'LL TRY TO UPDATE MY STORIES, CAN'T PROMISE ALL
AND TO START SOME OF THE REQUESTS Q AQ
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