Pierre. Primula Bond

      ‘You came in the nick of time, Rosie. I thought Dr Venska was going to attack me.’

      ‘Seriously? It didn’t look like that to me. Quite the opposite, in fact.’

      ‘Just how much did you see, Rosie?’

      He lies back and closes his eyes.

      I rub at the soap, covering his cock with lather. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it properly.

      ‘I saw her taking her shirt off. And then her bra, and then I saw her touching herself. I assumed you had a, an arrangement. That this was your usual therapy.’

      ‘She hypnotised me, yes. I responded, but not to the extent she wanted.’ Pierre’s eyes flash open, burn into me. ‘Not like I respond to you, instantaneously. Like Pavlov’s dog.’

      I cough, lower my eyes to the task in hand. ‘Pavlov’s dog?’

      ‘Pavlov was a scientist who conditioned his dogs to salivate instantly when he rang a bell, because through various connections they associated the bell with food.’

      ‘So am I the food or the bell?’ At least this daft conversation is distracting me from the erection growing slowly but surely in my hand.

      He laughs. ‘Apparently the dogs started salivating whenever they saw the lab assistant. I like to think she was a female lab assistant – because they associated her with bringing the food.’

      I laugh. ‘And Dr Venska couldn’t have worked this out as a solution?’

      ‘She’s not only incompetent, she’s violated every professional ethic in the book, but I’m not going to report her, and nor are you. Because I have only myself to blame.’ Pierre sighs and closes his eyes. ‘I’ve made her job impossible.’

      I can focus better without those lovely black eyes boring into me. I can convince myself that he is just a patient. Client. Whatever.

      ‘Go on.’

      ‘That feels so good, Rosie. I can’t think why I told you to stop the other day.’

      I soap the balls as gently as I can, but his cock is lifting, glistening with soap.

      ‘What’s really wrong with Dr Venska, Mr Levi? Why is she so angry?’

      The rounded end of his knob is pushing out eagerly. I have a sudden, terrible urge to lick it.

      I clench my teeth, dip the cloth into the warm water to rinse off the bubbles.

      ‘Because I turned her down. She was trying to seduce me, Rosie. She thought she could fuck me out of my sexless state.’

      ‘Sexless state? Nothing sexless about this!’

      It’s out before I can stop it.

      ‘That’s your doing, Rosie. You and your sexy new uniform got me going. Not her.’

      He is rigid now, pulsing in my hand.

      ‘Not sure you should be saying that, Mr Levi.’

      It’s so gorgeous, so male, so phallic, perfectly shaped for penetration, pleasure. I can’t help it. I stroke it.

      ‘Not sure you should be doing that either, Cavalieri.’

      I encircle it with my fingers more firmly and squeeze.

      ‘She was undressing in front of you, Mr Levi. I think it’s your turn to tell me a story.’

      Pierre Levi groans.

      ‘How about this then, Scheherazade? If you hadn’t come wandering in from the garden at that precise moment, my shrink was going to go down on me.’

      I start to rub the shaft, up to the end, and down again. He shifts in the bed, his eyes fluttering but still fixed on me. More colour than before streaks his cheeks.

      ‘Well, she does have sex therapist on her CV,’ I murmur, moving my hand up, down, up again. His cock is filling my small hand now, pushing out of my grip, pushing for something more. ‘Has she done that before?’

      ‘She’s touched herself up, yes. That’s why she dresses in those tarty little skirts. Easy access. She started off standing, then sitting in that visitor’s chair, and today she’d graduated to my bed. She pokes her fingers inside and she tells me to look at her. “Look at me, Levi,” she purrs. “Focus on me.”’

      I giggle at his perfect imitation of her Eastern European accent. One hand wipes the soap off him, the other hand is fondling his stiffness, making it grow thicker, longer, making it harder, making it push and throb, searching for release.

      ‘She likes to show me every little bit. Her cunt. Her labia. All the time she tells me what she wants. I think she’s forgotten she’s supposed to be helping me. And yes, I get turned on, any man would, and yes, it’s a relief to know my responses are normal, as the medics say. But I’ve known that for – I’ve known that for a while now.’

      ‘How long? How long have you known that?’

      My hand moves faster, faster, Pierre Levi is breathing heavily now. His hands come up as if to stop me, drop down again, start tugging at his pyjama jacket.

      ‘God, you’re wicked, Rosie. I don’t know if this is right, I’m not strong enough to stop you, even if I wanted to. What if Nurse Jeannie comes in?’

      ‘Just doing my job.’ I murmur, bringing my other hand into play now, massaging his balls, which are shrinking up into his body as the pleasure mounts. ‘So go on with the story.’

      He groans. ‘One time she did the stripping thing and then she started gyrating in front of me like a lap dancer. She’s bloody good at it, and I should know. I’ve hired enough of them. In fact I would put money on her having worked as a stripper for real, maybe to earn money while she was training. Anyway she danced up to me, took my hands and put them on her bare buttocks, guiding them all over her to fondle her. It was the first time I’d touched a naked woman since –’

      ‘Since June?’

      He nods, panting a little now.

      ‘She had her back to me, I was in the chair, I’m usually in the wheelchair for these sessions, it makes me feel less, you know, useless and helpless, and she lowered herself on to me. I was hard by then, Rosie, like I am now, and oh God, what are you doing?’

      ‘Keep talking.’ I’m nearly there. He’s bucking as I pull at him, up, down, the little bead glistening at the end. My gorgeous victim is biting his lip, groaning, covering his mouth to smother the sound.

      ‘Somehow she got my cock out of my PJs, I’m lying, I wasn’t as hard as this, not as hard as, oh, God, Rosie, stop, no, don’t stop, please, OK, she was like a gymnast on a beam, you know, because I was in the chair, so she had to grip the arms and balance on her high heels and I pushed myself between her white butt cheeks, her legs were spread so as not to put any weight on my sore legs, oh, she’s very flexible, you know, and then –’

      I imagine myself, just for a moment, as Dr Venska. Rejoicing as this thick, pulsing shaft pushes up inside me. My pussy is wet now, my knickers sticky with desire, the remembered sensation of a man’s cock, thrusting with lust, hot for me, throbbing as he’s about to fuck me.