The Kink Therapist: Nothing But Trouble (Erotic Romance Novelette) Read Online Free

backyard is boxed by an iron fence. It’s mostly private.
    My head’s spinning and I can’t stop shaking.
I smooth my short-sleeve sweater and tug it down to expose more
cleavage. It’s lightweight and makes me look rightly stacked. No
way am I wearing a fucking blouse. Button-ups tend to gobble up a
size, and I refuse to ever downplay these puppies. And the only
skirt I could find landed very high on my thigh, so I’ll likely get
an earful about my attire, but I don’t care. I look damn hot.
That’s all that matters.
    I close my eyes, take two deep breaths and
make my way up to my doom. I shiver at the shoe clacks as I climb
the stairs. The vibrations surging through my calves tell me this
is very real and not a dream. I’m not sure if I should knock, but a
student wouldn’t. He or she would bust right in and head off to the
office. So, that’s what I’ll do. But how will I know where
to go? At least I’m fifteen minutes early.
    When I open the door, I stop in my tracks
and shudder. An old woman is sitting at a desk off to the side in
the grand foyer, and a youngish dude, about my age, is slouched in
one of the four chairs in a long hallway leading to closed double
doors. The floor is marble with a giant starbust, but it’s wood,
wood, wood everywhere, a rich burnt sienna, even the winding
staircase 15 ' ahead. The balcony on the
second floor bows out in a half circle near a chandelier with a
gazillion dangling gemstones. What the hell? This looks like a
fucking school entrance, the ritzy, pretentious, unaffordable kind.
With it feeling so bitingly real, I’m freaked beyond the pale. Is
this a real academy, like a tiny charter school or
something?
    The hag looks up from whatever she’s jotting
in a thin book. “Good morning, Molly. Take a seat please,” she
says, her voice strange and muddy. “Headmaster Ryan will call you
in shortly.” She returns to her book. No, a crossword puzzle it
looks like.
    “Thanks.” She knows my name? I itch to
hightail it out of here, but curiosity and a savage thirst for pink
and pain, not to mention bounce, pushes me past the staircase, down
the hall and into a red velveteen chair beside Slouch. I sigh and
bob my heels like a junkie in withdrawal.
    He’s pretty cute, wheat-colored hair
splaying out around his collar, bangs sweeping to the left,
threatening to block his eyes. Nice arms. Nice legs. I can only
imagine his chest. His tie is loose, top button undone. Good Lord,
is he going to hear me get spanked? Heat slinks up my cheeks and
neck. He’s staring ahead, arms crossed, ignoring my perusal of his
body, not saying hi or even acknowledging my presence at all. He
only took the time to look me over when I first came in. Am I
repulsive or what? Whatever. I can ignore him just the same.
    My breaths are getting away from me with
randomness, and my heart’s pounding so fast, he can probably hear
it. It was dumb to sit in the chair right next to him when there
are others. I shift and fidget, hands bouncing between armrests and
my abdomen. I finally lace fingers together and shove the tight
weave to rest on my thighs. Minor irritations nibble at me. “Sooo,
um … is this a real school?”
    “Today it is,” he mutters.
    Even in dull mode, he’s got a nice, rich
voice, one that could easily make my knees quake if I were standing
… or if he were giving me stern commands. I imagine a couple. And
they’re bad … bad … oooh … mmmm, sooo bad. Yeah, I like the
last one best. But now I know I’m blushing from that. Maybe he’s a
sub though. That would suck. What a waste of a sexy voice. Or he
could be gay. Double suck. I snort when I realize what I just said
in my head, then quickly clear my throat. “Um, do you mean it
changes day-to-day? What will this place be tomorrow?”
    He shrugs.
    Aaaand we’re back to silence. Lovely. I
swish my pursed lips back and forth. After several clock ticks, I
flip my dark hair behind my shoulders, then arch my back in a