"I want you to focus on the sound of my voice, only my voice. Do you understand?"

“Yes."

"I Kit be the only one who can bring you the pleasure you need. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Kit leaned back comfortably in his seat. "You are unable to masturbate because of the horrible images that fill your mind, Stefano’s rape for example. We need to change this association. You can never take back control of your mind until you can start to enjoy and accept all aspects of life. Fill your mind with these horrifying images. Keep them at a safe distance. They cannot hurt you in any way."

Marlena's brow furrowed, but she remained obedient. It was obvious Kit's instructions were followed when Marlena uttered a soft, pitiful sound that was something between a moan and a whimper.

"Allow them to wash over you. Listen to my voice, focus on me, Marlena. I'm here with you."
Marlena's expression softened. Kit's gaze was locked on the woman's face.

"Your breath is quickening. Your heart rate is steadily rising. It feels good. You're excited... And it's good to feel excited."

Marlena began breathing harder, her head tilting back, her neck exposed. Her lips quivering, her muscles all working together to create a reaction of excitement.

"Your skin feels cool under the surface. The sensation is chilling your skin and warming the pit of your stomach. You are becoming aroused."

Marlena's lips parted, her breathing was becoming ragged. Kit watched her with the cool composure of his profession, observing the effects of the hypnosis with a detached amusement. For some time he had wanted to see Marlena like this, so susceptible, so desperate, so terribly open.

But Dr. Harington was not the sort of man to drool like the wolf who has cornered the sheep, oh no. There were steps to be taken. Kit did not partake of 'flings' or 'instant gratification'. This had to be calculated just-so, Marlena had to be broken down before he could take her. This was the first step of many.

 

"Don't cheapen the feeling by wanting immediate release. Let it flow inside of you, all over you. You're getting wet. Does it feel good, Marlena?"

"Yes," Marlena breathed, her body squirming slightly in her seat.

 

Kit regarded Marlena's hips and took note of the slights movements she took. This was going better than he expected... He hadn't been anticipating Marlena to be quite so eager to participate.

"Continue to breathe. Each breath is filling you with new life... Even though the images are there, in the dark corners of your mind, the pleasure is stronger. It draws energy from your most basic desires. Give in to those desires, Marlena."

 

Marlena's head rolled to one side, and the first in a long string of erotic moans escaped her lips. Kit watched her face carefully, marking her expressions as they changed, her brows knitted together and her mouth partially open. Kit could feel dangerously close to arousal himself, but his will was stronger than that, and he managed to tame his desires. There was still work to be done.

"Marlena. Would you like to be touched?" Dr. Harington ventured, with the casual air of asking a mentor if they would like to talk about their childhood. Marlena avidly nodded her head, and Kit pulled in a breath and leaned forward in his sit.

 

"I am touching your leg now. Can you feel it?" Kit said huskily. At the suggestion, Marlena's leg twitched, and the woman let out a low groan. She pursed her lips, nostrils flaring with her ragged breathing, and nodded softly again.

"My hand is stationary on your leg, you can feel its heat, you can feel the muscles of my hand applying light pressure to you. The contact feels good. It is not the touch of a friend, it is sexual. This hand is now moving. Gliding up your thigh. Very close to your center."

 

John stepped out of the elevator on her floor he couldn't help but wonder, would she want to see him now? They agreed to wait until the divorce was final but was the most difficult experience to endure. Just a quick hello would be harmless, the thought calmed him down while he walked toward her office.  

 

She arched her back slightly, continuing to breathe through her nose, her hands now gripping the fabric of the couch for her dear life. Kit tilted his head.

"Tell me what you are feeling."

"I- I want more," Marlena choked out in a low voice, a tone one would use for their lover in the bedroom. "mmmm...It feels good...,"

"That is good. You are doing very well."

 

Kit carefully coached his hypnotized mentor, slowly building her up and teasing her, his hand gliding up Marlena's stomach, he undid each and every button on her jacket, glided his fingers on the swell of her breasts, coming to rest on her neck and cheek before sliding back down to her chest, lowering the lacy fabric of her bra, releasing her erect nipples, sending his fingers to brash over them, ever so slightly, it was heaven.
He lingered there for several moments, watching Marlena writhe and squirm in her seat, desperate for more contact but unable to do anything than wait for the next suggestion.
Kit felt she was ready.

His hand slide up her skirt, reaching her damp panties

"Feel my fingers caressing your wet center. Methodically, my thumb feels around your clit,

before making slow circles around it. Allow the bliss to fill your mind. Let it blot out the darkest bits of your consciousness until there is nothing left but the pleasure."

 

Her secretary sat at her chair, completely oblivious to what is taking place at her boss’s office.

Seeing John, she smiled, she knew that he and Dr. Evans were close
“Hey Sinthya, what’s up?” his smile was polite so as his question

“I’m great Mr. Black!” her face glowed, he was so fine, Dr. Evans was such a lucky woman, having this hunk for a friend. “Dr. Evans is on a session I’m afraid”

“Oh, I see...do you know until when the session’s due?” he was hoping it’ll be soon

“Yes, her next appointment is in 30 minutes” her reply came with an offer “you are welcome to stay and wait if you like. May I offer you something to drink?” standing up she was heading to the front door. He decided to accept her offer and sat on the sofa at the waiting area.
“Yes, espresso would be nice”

 

Marlena tossed her head back again, moaning without restraint. Kit couldn't help but notice how beautiful Marlena looked whilst in the rim of ecstasy.

"No Marlena don’t come. Not now." Kit instructed firmly, and his mentor uttered a pitiful moan of desperation. "Feel me touching you. No matter how close you are, you won't find release yet. The pleasure must come first, Marlena."

"Oh...P-Please..." Marlena pleaded softly, and Kit couldn't contain a smile. His dear mentor was so much more in need of release that he had thought, it was a pleasant surprise.

"Too much pleasure without release can bring the pain. So one might say that sexual satisfaction and pain have much in common, as well. The release. They are all interconnected."

 

Marlena gasped again, and Kit regarded her quietly for a moment as her body writhe and jerked, her body so close to climax. But Kit couldn't let her. Not today. Not only would that be difficult to explain upon waking Marlena up, but it would ruin the very effect he was trying to create.

Carefully, Kit coached her back down from the brink of release. It took a fair amount of time, but in the end, it worked, and although Marlena's body was no doubt sexually frustrated, the therapy had done its work. Kit sat back in his seat, re-adjusted his position, arranging back her clothes, he started asking Marlena questions about her work. It was as if none of it ever happened.

Marlena rubbed her face with both hands, groaning as one would just after waking up.

Kit was in his seat next to her, making note of a few things on a notepad. "Uughh... I feel like I've been asleep for hours."

"Oh yeah, you fell asleep, I didn’t want to wake you, I figured you need the rest," Kit assured, with a half-smile. "You were quite tired I guess."

Marlena glanced at her wristwatch. "Sleep? Oh no, I have a patient soon. Why didn't you wake me up?"

Kit set down his notepad and turned her, leaning against the back of the couch behind him.

"How do you feel?"

Unsure of how to answer, Marlena sucked in a breath through her nose, and leaned back on the couch, looking at the ceiling. "Good," she said, trying to be honest with herself.

"I feel rested. I... I think I actually feel like a weight has been lifted, as ridiculous as that sounds." There was another feeling there, tingling that was making her hips feel numb, but Marlena assumed it was from sitting on the couch without moving for so long.

"That doesn't sound ridiculous at all. Sleep can have that effect and you said so yourself, you didn't get much of it lately so, I’m sorry for not waking you up but it looks like you needed it." Kit replied.

Marlena nodded, unable to shake the strange feeling in her loins. Everything was quiet in the office for a moment. The midday sunlight beamed through the curtains as Kit approached the windows, and slowly opened them, allowing the room to brighten and lose the relaxed ambiance. Kit glanced out the window at the beautiful day for a moment. "I want to thank you, Marlena."

Squinting at the windows, the sunlight harsh on his eyes, Marlena frowned. "Shouldn't I be the one thanking you for not waking me up?" she said with a chuckle, standing up and stretching. Kit smiled and turned toward Marlena. "Thank you for trusting me again. It means a lot to me you gave me a second chance and agreed to mentor me."