Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,93

telling you and follow my directions explicitly. I just have to take you somewhere that’s a little bit easier to work in than this car. Do you understand?”

“Are you going to look at me?”

Her anxiety was evident in her voice, and hearing it caused my chest to constrict. The things she had been through as a child set real fear in her. It wasn’t an imagined fear; it wasn’t made up or false in her mind. It was very real, the same way monsters in dark closets are real for young children.

“No, Ivy. I won’t look at you,” I said with certainty.

“I don’t know if I can do this…”

I grabbed her hand and held it in her lap, waiting until her eyes met mine in the darkness. “Listen to me, Ivy. The woman that was with me on the dance floor inside, the one that kissed me and pressed her body against mine… that woman can do this. That woman can find pleasure and comfort in what I’m going to have you do. I know she’s in there. Find her and hold on.” I gave her hand a squeeze before releasing it and putting the car in gear.

I drove as fast as I could to my office. I knew she was curious as to why I was taking her there, but she never asked any questions. In fact, she never said anything. The only noise in the car was the faint music playing through the speakers. Normally, I would have found it too quiet, but I couldn’t think of anything other than Ivy and what we were going to do.

I was tiptoeing on the ethical line, teetering on both sides. We had been drinking and it was technically after business hours, even though in my line of work there was no such thing. It wasn’t a scheduled and planned exercise and I hadn’t discussed it with her before taking her there. But at the same time, I wasn’t doing this for me… I was doing it for her. At least that’s what I repeated to myself about a hundred times during the drive there.

Once we were inside, I walked her to the back room. It was about half the size of my office but only held a large massage table in the middle. Ivy looked at it timidly with her shoulders curled into herself. I knew I needed to explain, but I couldn’t stop staring at her.

“What is this, and what are we going to do?” Her voice came out breathless and made her words sound like short pants.

“This is where I move things to the next step.”

Her eyes widened on her face, looking large and scared. “Like sex?”

“I have sex in this room, yes. But that’s not what we are going to be doing tonight. I have patients that have difficulties achieving orgasms, and in order to help them, I give them a massage to allow their bodies and minds to relax. That was what I had intend to do with you.”

“You said you wouldn’t touch me,” she argued in a whisper.

“And I won’t. All I’m going to do is instruct you.”

“You said you wouldn’t look at me.”

“Ivy, you don’t have to take your underwear off and I have a sheet in case you want to cover with that. I don’t have to see what you’re doing to direct you. I can tell by the color of your skin, the way you’re breathing, and the movements in your body if you’re doing it right. You said you trusted me. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

She nodded in defeat. I should have taken that as a sign and drove her home. Hell, I should have taken the entire night as a sign and ended after my panic attack, but I didn’t. Instead, I ignored all voices of reason, turned a blind eye to all of the signs, and brought her to the only bed I could have sex on, knowing that’s what had been on my mind all week.

I pulled a pillow and blanket from a small cabinet in the corner and handed it to her before walking out to give her some privacy. I told her I would give her three minutes to get comfortable and relax. I knew she wouldn’t do either, but at least I had given her a timeframe as to when I would come back in.

I knocked once and then opened the door. Ivy was lying on the table with her knees