Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Ellis's initial reaction when Emily Harris entered his office for the second time was one of almost relief that she once more wore her Uniform. After the incident with Beth, and subsequent self-gratification, any remorse or guilt that McHugh had experienced swiftly receded. Best just to admit he possessed a fetish for young women rather than deny it, and if that realisation had been crystalised in the form of one of his patients, so be it. Psychologists weren't immune to the biology and brain wiring of the rest of the male species. He displayed no emotion as she sat across from him, even as he noted the change of hairstyle. Nor when he imagined gripping her by the pigtails and pulling her mouth down onto his meat under the desk, as she revealed having done with Trudeau. For all appearances, Ellis portrayed the sympathetic Doctor, nodding in all the right places, and encouraging Emily to continue. Internally, however, he wondered if it was only at school Trudeau had her swallow or she had each and every time no matter the location. Such a pity if he hadn't also gotten to witness the uniformed school-girl with a thick load of hot cum dripping off her face and sliding down her firm tits. Not making any attempt to halt the erection that grew increasingly thicker and harder with the images her vivid descriptions brought to mind behind his placid blue eyes, McHugh subtly dropped his hand under the desk and gripped his cock through the fabric of his trousers. Slowly, he rubbed, imagining Emily Harris slipping out of the chair, lowering to all fours and crawling towards him, mouth open and pink tongue bared in anticipation of sucking him off. He remained careful to ensure his thoughts were not evident in his outward demeanour, so even he was surprised by the words that came out when she was done. Not ones particularly meant to help Emily overcome her mental demons. It's okay. Both hands now back on the desk, Ellis leaned forward, his empathetic expression more pretence than real. I'm certain, in his own way, that Warren Trudeau did love and understand you, and the emotions you possessed for him, as you've said, were authentic and not a figment of the imagination. Maybe that's what the issue is, you still love him, or at least the idea of the fantasy he represented. A man who'd care for you, and derive as much enjoyment from witnessing the burgeoning of your sexuality and assisting your bloom into womanhood as he would from sex itself. With the Psychiatrist's gaze locked on the teenager, his tone was akin to the metaphorical equivalent of a condescending pat of Emily's hand, a physical action he likely have taken if he'd been able to reach all the way across the wide desk. Be honest with me. Leave out Trudeau, the teacher, and think about the concept, about what I've said. Was he really just using you? When you were on your knees with his cock in your mouth and he moaned your name in ecstasy, didn't it also make you feel like a woman, an equal? Was there not a sense of power and satisfaction in being able to bring such a vastly more experienced man pleasure? A man much like Ellis McHugh, although the Psychiatrist, still not fully aware of his own intent, didn't express that aloud as he subconsciously attempted to strum the naive sixteen year old's mind like a violin. One who wanted you so much that he risked his entire reputation and marriage for the chance? Not many women will be fortunate enough to experience that degree of love and infatuation once in a lifetime, Emily, let alone at such a young age. Could it be that you truly miss the desire and passion of a man who just needs to have you, damn the consequences, and it's not what happened, but the fact it no longer exists why you now feel so empty and sad?