Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

She was crying and it was nearly breaking his heart to see her so fundamentally damaged, to see her so aching and desperate for approval, so much so that she was offering herself to him. It was deeply painful, tearing him apart as he tried to fathom the amount of suffering she must have endured to feel and act the way that she was. She admitted it in her words, the thoughts that she was attempting to convey, and he finally hit upon something that the other physicians had failed fundamentally to find out. The cause of death. Oh, there had been suspicion of course but this was confirmation and would go a long way to maybe trying to gain her a measure of relief from the events that had caused her to spiral to such a moment in her life. A moment of weakness and uncertain on her knees before the very man who was supposed to be helping her. Yet apparently his sorrow did not convince him to push her away. No, instead his hand moved out as she nuzzled against that thick flesh hidden away still from her sight. Indeed, the Doctor had been completely unable to hide his arousal and now there was the feel of his thickness, the heavy girth pulsing beneath the fabric of his clothing. His hand touched her hair, caressed slowly, petting her as if to try to soothe her and his teeth came to click together...gritting hard as he struggled with the desire inside of him. His fingers slowly took a bit tighter hold of her hair as she spoke her words of offering herself to him, willing to give up everything just to make him happy, and as she did so...he ground up against her, moving that hardness along her beautiful lips and feeling her warm breath against him, his head tilting back as he looked up at the ceiling and hissed out a slow beseeching for this to end. This was torment. It did not seem an answer from the heavens was forthcoming. He was a foolish man to even think that he could get away with this, foolish completely to even attempt to try it, and more so...sick to do so with her, no matter how beautiful she was. It violated everything that he was, violated his edicts and morals, and violated her. God, goddamn what was wrong with him that he would actually allow this to happen? Yet his eyes moved towards the door to reassure himself that it was closed and closed securely, and then they flicked towards the clock, worry over how much time that they had left. Barely over ten minutes, if he was going to do anything then they would have to be quick. His hand moved away from her, both of them coming down between the two of them as he bit his own lip this time, and his fingers quickly undid the top of his pants and his zipper to free himself before her very eyes. He knew not if he resembled her husband in this fashion, for not it hardly mattered, his fingers gripping the base of that heavy shaft as his free hand took her arm to begin lifting her up into his lap. His voice was soft, quiet and intense, taking advantage of the illusion and the desire coursing through her. Taking advantage of her willingness to please him...and her fractured mind. At the end of the day he would remember, taking advantage of that fractured mind. He felt sick, but it still did not stop him from whispering the words. You will never lose me again, I swear, never again. Hurry, love, hurry then...soon they will come back for you, but we have this moment...we can have this, right now.