Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 138: Result

Claire’s POV

When I got home from work after a long day, the first thing I did was open the refrigerator to find a bottle of wine waiting for me. After Brad, I had a lot of patients, and while I was able to maintain my composure, I was now done. I kicked my shoes across the kitchen until I got the biggest wine glass I could find before cracking open the bottle and pouring myself a drink.

Brad surprised me today. His insincerity made it impossible for me to get to the bottom of what was wrong with him. In the end, I had to kick him out since he kept tormenting me. Then all of my efforts would be for naught, but I’m not going to let that stop me from pursuing him any longer.

I made my way to the bathroom, which had been strategically located in my opulently huge bedroom. On days like today, I could watch a little television mounted on the opposite wall as I bathed if I felt the urge to do so. I ran a hot bath with lavender and vanilla bubble bath before lighting a few votive candles. I pulled off my dress, black lace bra, and matching pantyhose only for the purpose of seeing Brad. I felt like such a failure. While keeping an eye on the now-playing HBO show, I cautiously dove in.

This usually soothes me, but tonight I couldn’t shake the tension in my body. I took my time sipping the wine, savoring each sip as I smelled the alluring aroma. An unruly patient of mine kept troubling me more than anyone else should, and I couldn’t figure out why. When I shifted my focus back to the television to watch a replay of True Blood, my eyes lingered on the time when the main characters were hard and fast fucking in a bed, one of their numerous moments together.

As I imagined my larger frame and Brad in my king-sized bed across the room, I became increasingly intrigued by the events playing out on the TV. It was like that night at the pub all over again. He forced himself into me, kissed me passionately, and groped my body while I closed my eyes. In my daydreams, I imagined that he was crouching down and licking my center while I held his head in my hands, and his hands left a warm impression all over my body. As my palm went beneath the surface of the water, I was able to put my mind at ease. I was determined to assist Brad in any way I could, so I prepared my firm little nub before putting my fingers between my legs. With each exhalation my fingers slipped across my folds, roughing up my clitoral area as the water’s heat compelled me. Both the show I was watching and the sultry thoughts I was having about Brad had me all aflutter.

While thumbing my clit, I wondered how many other doctors had fantasized about a patient in this way. I let out a low moan as I swayed my palm back and forth against the water.

Some doctors had gone above and beyond what I was prepared to accomplish.

His teeth twisted and pulled hard on my breast again as soon as my free hand touched it beneath the water, as before. Thank you. I had no clue that this type of sexual activity would be so pleasurable for me. The pleasant surprise of my fingers digging into my inner walls and my nipple being teased was welcomed after everything had been so boring. As I pushed my hand faster and added another finger, I groaned with each push and pictured his cock inside of me. A hard, deep fist fuck ensued as the noises from the music and the sounds in my head blended together. The moment he spoke to me in my mind, when his lips touched my nipple, and when I felt his eager clit, I screamed out his name. It was then that I found the location that he had discovered originally, and it was exactly what I needed.

During my tremendous and prolonged orgasm, I screamed in the room and felt it reverberate around me as I screamed even louder. While rubbing my finger against my skin, I gasped, "Brad...Brad... Brad," as my body began to ache from the protracted release. "I need your help. I can’t do this without you. This needs to be fixed, and I’m not sure how."

It was getting harder and harder to swim, so I put my hands down in the water and took a deep breath. Brad was the only man who could meet my needs at this point in our relationship because I was both fatigued and in desperate need of him. "I could make myself cum as much as I wanted, but it wasn’t the same as having him inside of me," I moaned.

I was unable to connect with a Seal because of my lack of empathy.

I was experiencing discomfort in places I couldn’t access.

My glass of wine was nearly empty by the time I finished it, so I sat there and thought about everything that had happened that day. As soon as I woke up from my rough sleep, I took a long shower. Even though my muscles were aching and I was weary, I was able to thoroughly clean and condition my hair while it was submerged in hot water. After drying my hair and putting it into a loose bottom bun, I put on the amount of makeup that would make me appear polished and confident. I nearly don’t believe it, even if I’m being sincere. I was in shambles.

For the occasion, I donned a classic black suit, consisting of a pencil skirt and jacket with an exquisite white shirt underneath, and finished the look with a pair of dark black tights. In addition to making everything look nicer, it also conveyed the sensation that I was at a funeral. I put on a little dark red lipstick and a pair of black shoes before heading out to my SUV, which was parked in the garage. When I found out I would be getting this position, I acquired a car with a pristine black interior, despite the fact that it seemed boring to me at the time. As I slid the key into the ignition, I couldn’t help but be distracted by the growing affection I had for Brad.

Rather than driving straight to work, I left earlier than normal to make a pit stop first. Brad’s commanding officers would have been informed of the matter, and I would have given them an update on his progress—or lack of it. As soon as I got out of the car and stepped outside, I felt like the worst psychotherapist in the world and pushed my hands to my shirt. I was able to access the base with ease using my ID, so all I had to do now was enter the office and make a good impression.

Flashbacks of the previous night’s events flooded my mind as I closed my eyes for a brief moment. My first stop was the office of the individual with whom I had the most previous contact. But he had given me the papers and assigned Brad to me, even though I’m sure he’d be unhappy with my previous actions. Inhaling deeply while I awaited his receptionist’s confirmation that I had arrived via phone, I introduced myself to him.

The little woman with raven hair motioned for me to enter as I smirked and stood up with my briefcase in my hand. I was conscious of Garry importance to the issue, even though he was a truly nice person. "Please accept my greetings for the day, sir." And I smiled at him sweetly when he asked me to sit down across the table from him.

"It’s wonderful to see you, Dr. Wilson." He replied with a grin that reminded me of my father’s. "My favorite Navy Seal, Mr. Brad, I assume, is the reason you’ve come to see me."

"I am, in fact. After a few meetings with him, I’m not seeing any development." My confession was met with an angry look and a hunched back in his chair. "There’s no way he’s going to broach the subject. In order to figure out what’s going on, I read the file more closely every time I ask him a question and can tell he’s trying to evade answering my questions." After a little interval, I took a deep breath out slowly. "Mr. Brad is a Navy Seal with a long history of success."

"I agree with you," I respond. "For years, he has been my go-to guy due to my position directly above him. Taking a break was vital, despite his dislike of it." Garry’s stare lingered on me for a long time. "His best friend was killed that night, and I worry that he is in need of a friend and confidant. Alternatively, he may be hesitant to discuss it at all or to even approach anyone. I had to send him your way because of etiquette, but I knew it would take him some time to open up." Garry shook his head. "Miss Wilson, don’t give up. I’m sorry he and you didn’t have a better outcome. Of course, I’ll do my best to get in touch with him as well. As far as Mr. Brad is concerned, there is no need for him to see a psychologist." He bowed his head and apologized to me. " I’m sorry, Dr. Wilson. You’re aware that I don’t believe that was the case. I wish he didn’t demand it, despite the fact that you’re a vital member of our team."

"I assured Brad that nothing was stolen because he had already told me this countless times."

"Why don’t you tell us about your family." When Garry shifted the conversation and mentioned their names, I smirked a little.

"I love them. Ahead of schedule, my siblings are working hard to complete their education this year. They’re all talking about the military. After 3 years, two of my younger brothers were seniors in high school, while the other two were juniors."