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Being awoken by the warm rays of sunshine sneaking through the window, Ylana nestled herself closer to the bedding, inhaling a strange but not unpleasant scent that didn’t belong into her own bedroom. Almost startling up, she was sitting straight in the bed, recalling the events of yesterday and slowly realising that she was in Max’s bedroom. Just thinking about him gave her a queasy feeling – she was lying in her patient’s bed, wearing his shirt, inhaling his strong musky scent in the sheets.
Sighing, she dropped back into the soft beddings, enjoying the moment just a little bit longer before she came to the conclusion to start the day with a hot shower, clearing her thoughts and hopefully being able to resists Max’s charming endearments.
Max was preparing the most opulent breakfast for the woman sleeping in his very own bed. Just thinking about it made his chest dwell with pure joy and his worn-out jeans a little bit tighter. His thoughts were orbiting about their last night together. How her soft skin felt under his rough fingertips, her angelic little whimpers while she was sleeping, reacting to his touch. He knew, he should feel remorseful, but how could he when all his senses were consumed by her? It was pure joy, pure ecstasy, pure love. He never ever had felt this alive and he wasn’t about to relinquish her anytime son.
“Good Morning, Max.”
Her angelic voice dragged him out of the whirlwind of his own thoughts right into her beautiful eyes. Max couldn’t supress a wide smile. He was already imagining their future together: They’d enjoy their breakfast each morning before she would head out to her office; Max would escort her of course, to make sure she was safe. He would cook dinner for them, they would cuddle a lot and Max would eat her out every evening – making her cum at least twice before he’d even think about his own pleasure. Soon she’d be round with his babies, she wouldn’t need to work anymore, staying home all day with him – Cared and loved by him every second of their lives.
“Good Morning, Babgirl. I prepared breakfast for you. You must be hungry!”
His gorgeous smile framed by the charming dimples that makes her legs go all wobbly, his nickname eliciting a flinch of her for the split of a second. Max stepped forward, his rough fingertips gently caressing her tensed shoulders. Just the contact with her skin leaves goosebumps all over his body, the inner demons in his mind screaming at him to kiss her now.
“That looks lovely, Max. But…”
She paused, trying to think of the right thing to say now. His touch disturbing her thoughts, her professionalism crumbling as his sparkling hazel eyes met hers. She visibly gulped, biting her lower lip painfully to forbid her mind lingering any longer in a scenario where they’d kiss.
Clearing her throat, she stepped back to bring an appropriate distance between the two of them.
“…I need to get to the office and the police. Thank you so much for your help. I really do appreciate it. I’m gonna call you for our next appointment. Till then I want you to explore a little bit more of Beck’s Activity Chartand think of a suggestion for our next outdoor activity”
Her voice leaving no doubt of their relationship now: Therapist and Patient.
Max felt himself breaking apart, his chest tightens painfully with each word. His inner demons screaming at him, marginalising him with torturous thoughts. Reflexively he gripped his keychain. Clicking noises flooding his ears like a jackhammer. Trying to contain his self-destructive thoughts, he forced a smile on his shivering lips, hiding his true feelings as good as possible.
“Sure, no problem. That sounds good, Doctor”
“Max…Please call me Ylana when we’re alone”
She could sense his vulnerability and sighed, her gaze gliding over his slightly shaking body, knowing that her abrupt change caused all of this. She needed to bring order in her own thoughts, the sudden appearance of the darkest shadow of her past left her desperate, not being able to delve further into the last beautiful hours with Max.
Tripping uncomfortably from one foot to the other, she supressed the urge to touch him and grabbed her bag and jacket instead.
Max escorted her to his door and it nearly broke his heart when she turned around, her lips encompassed by her sweetest smile.
“You can always come back. I’m here!”
His voice nothing more than a shy whisper leaving his tremulous lips. Gathering all his courage, he stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
“Please be safe, Yla”
Solely nodding, feeling her chest almost exploding by the soft touch of his lips, she turned around and vanished into the dark corridor – emotionally agitated.
Back in her office she wasn’t able to do anything than just sitting in the chair, starring outside the window and chasing rainbows of how her life would be without that shadow that invariably lurked in the dark of her mind.
Meanwhile, Max decided that it was safer for her, if he installed some cameras in her office as well. He couldn’t allow something to happen to her while he wasn’t around. He needed to make sure she was safe, especially since there was a killer casting an eye on what’s his.
A loud knock pulled Ylana out of her daydreaming. The past events left her frightened, not feeling comfortable in her own office; a space where her patients and even more she should feel safe.
“Good Day, Dr. Vance! I’m Martin Vanger. We have an appointment scheduled for 03:00pm. I’m a bit early, I beg your pardon”
He gave her an apologetic smile as he saw the startled look on her blushed face.
Jumping out of her chair and straightening her skirt she reciprocates his smile, gesturing him to take a seat.
“Mr. Vanger, of course! Sorry, I was absorbed in thoughts. Excuse the mess”
Referring to the slight mess the police had left her office in while searching the room for more evidence of her latest stalker.
His labial angle twitching in a mere of milliseconds, accentuating his distinctive cheekbones and the contour of his sensual curved lips. His uncommon accent suited his remarkable attire. He was an extraordinary man.
“So, Mr. Vanger...how may I help you?”
Ylana’s voice was angelic as always, intending to smooth the patients and mediating a sense of safety and trust towards them.
His eyes were almost piercingly starring at her, his gaze never leaving her eyes while his lips curved into a superior smile.
“I’ve found myself lately attracted to a certain kind of sexual fantasy.”
He could sense her malaise, only intensifying his stare, enjoying every second of making her uncomfortable.
“I see. Care to elaborate that fantasy, Mr. Vanger?”
She gestured him to continue speaking, not letting his intense stare distract her.
“Have you ever heard of Gustav Klimt’s Danaëfrom 1907?”
Shaking her head, he took it as a signal to continue in his characterization.
“You know, King Akrisios imprisoned his daughter Danaëin a cage full of bronze. But that wasn’t a hindrance for Zeus…He found her, watched her and finally impregnated her.”
The last few words solely a whisper on his lips, forcing the young woman to squirm uncomfortably in her chair. His cold, collected almost calm aura surrounded her like mist on a dark night. Tilting his head to one side, he smirked nearly invisible.
“She was a redhead, just like you. Framed by a veil of royal purpure with golden globes, hinting her royal blood. The dark veil building a contrast to her pale skin. She is so innocent but simultaneously so libidinous. Her mouth opened sinfully, remembering the observer of an orgasm. A black square right next to her crotch symbolizing a phallus.”
He paused for a moment to feast on the spectacle right in front of him; her cheeks blushed with a rosy tint, unsure what his intend might be. He loved seeing her so precarious.
“Not beating about the bush anymore…”
He paused again for a second, now with a visible smirk on his sensual lips
“I like being the observer. I like to watch.”
Ylana raised in her chair, scribbling a few notes in her notebook to distract herself from his starring glimpse.
“I see. Thank you for being so open, Mr. Vanger. Would you consider it as Voyeurism?”
He nodded, sliding to the front of his chair and yet again intensifying his glance on her.
Scrawling a short diagnosis abbreviation into her notebook, she placed it back onto the table and took a deep breath before meeting his gaze.
“Let me clarify this for you, Mr. Vanger. Voyeurism is a sexual disorder in the International Classification of Mental and Behavioural Disorders. The Diagnosis Code you might come across is F65.3. It’s a recurring urge to watch other people during intimate activities, e.g. Undressing, without the knowledge of the observed person. Most of the time, this leads to arousal and masturbation.”
“Everything you just stated applies to me in a such a fascinating way, Dr. Vance. I found myself forced to watch a particular woman my whole life – not being able to deny myself a glimpse of her life now and then.”
His calm voice eliciting a cold shiver running down her spine while she felt a threatening atmosphere surrounding her.
Ylana brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and trying to look at her patient as confident as possible, a small smile framing her lips.
“Again, thank you for being so honest with me, Mr. Vanger. I appreciate it. How does this behaviour affect you?”
Mr. Vanger gently stroked up and down his upper leg, his gaze solely directed to her as his cold dark eyes dilated with lust.
“It affects me greatly.”
His vocal cords almost reflecting a hint of the arousal that’s capturing his whole body, but his self-control preventing his body to show a visual proof of his desire.
“How?”
Was the only question leaving her lips, not being sure whether she wanted to know the answer or not.
His gaze left her slender body for the first time as he took a glimpse to his wrist.
“Considering the time, that might be something for our next session, Dr. Vance”
He rose to his feet, gently taking her petit hand in his and breathing a kiss on the back of her hand. Leaving her shivering, he went to the door, looking over his shoulder to focus on the beautiful woman in the back of the room.
“À Bientôt, Ylana. I can’t wait for our next session”