Wild Reckoning
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Chapter 1: Shattered Mirrors 💋
Rain slicked the streets of Seattle, turning the city into a blurred watercolor of neon and shadow. Lara gripped the steering wheel of her beat-up sedan, parked curbside in front of Dr. Voss’s office. Her black curls clung damply to her neck, and her green eyes stared unseeing at the downpour. It had been two years since she’d torched her life—ten years of marriage to Ethan, a marketing gig that paid the bills, gone in a haze of bad decisions.
Inside, the therapist’s couch smelled faintly of lavender and old leather. Dr. Voss, a wiry man in his fifties with wire-rimmed glasses, adjusted the recorder. “Hypnosis today, Lara. To unearth why you kept going back to that bastard Derek.”
Her pulse thrummed. Derek, the sleazy director from her firm—blond crew cut, gym-rat build, twice her age. She’d turned him down for weeks, then one rainy conference in Portland, three martinis deep, she’d spread her legs in his hotel suite. His cock had been thick, veined, slamming into her without mercy. Not like Ethan’s tender rhythms. Derek gripped her hips, bruising, and she came twice before he grunted and filled her.
But she returned. Again and again. Power. That’s what the trance revealed later, her voice monotone on the tape: “I thought fucking him made me the boss. He couldn’t fire me, expose us, without ruining himself. My pussy was the leash.”
Lara jolted awake, cheeks burning. Dr. Voss paused the playback. “You see it now? That twisted belief in sexual leverage.”
She nodded, thighs clenching at the memory’s heat. “I was wild back then. Reckless. But Ethan… he deserves better.”
The session ended with a plan: confront Ethan. Not call—show up. Her heart raced as she drove to his waterfront loft, the Space Needle piercing the storm clouds like a needle in flesh.
Chapter 2: Doorway Confessions
The elevator hummed to the penthouse level, Lara’s heels clicking on polished concrete. Ethan’s building screamed new money—sued Derek for millions in alienation claims, the company for another chunk. He’d won big, bought this view of Puget Sound.
She rang the bell, breath fogging the intercom camera. “Ethan? It’s Lara.”
Silence, then his gravelly voice: “What the hell do you want?”
“To talk. Please. Ten minutes.”
The door buzzed. He loomed in the frame—six-four, broader now from weights and rage, dark beard framing a jaw like carved granite. Blue eyes, once soft for her, now ice. “Five. Sit.”
The dining area overlooked twinkling ferries. She perched on a leather chair, knees together, dress riding up her thighs. “I’m sorry. Therapy’s opened my eyes. I was selfish, using sex like currency since high school—blowjobs for concert tickets, quick fucks for favors.”
He leaned forward, elbows on the glass table. “And Derek? Your ‘power play’?”
She flinched. How did he know? “Under hypnosis… I admitted I kept fucking him to control him. Stupid. He was rough, never cared if I came. You always did.”
Ethan’s laugh was bitter. “Love and sex aren’t separate, Lara. You shattered me.” He stood, towering. “Go. I’ve got a date.”
Desperation clawed her. “One more thing—come to a session?”
He paused, muscles rippling under his tee. “Maybe.”
She left with a sliver of hope, rain tasting salty on her lips outside. That night, alone in her studio, fingers slipped between her legs, imagining his hands instead of memories of Derek’s brutal thrusts. Wild urges she’d buried.
Chapter 3: Poolside Temptations 🔥
Weeks blurred. Ethan called sporadically, voice warming like scotch on ice. Then the invite: dinner at his place, catered. Lara arrived early, clutching merlot and pinot, nerves electric.
He opened the door shirtless, sweat-glistened from a home gym session—abs like ridges, chest hair damp. “Perfect timing. Steaks are searing.”
The backyard oasis hummed: infinity pool merging with the bay, hot tub bubbling, outdoor kitchen fragrant with garlic and mesquite. They devoured ribeyes, buttery lobes bursting juice, corn silk-sticky sweet. Pecan pie à la mode dripped cold cream.
Post-meal, wine loosened tongues by the pool. “Therapy?” he asked, scotch swirling in his glass.
“Learning I traded pussy for power. Drunk first time with Derek, but after? Choice. Won’t happen again.”
Ethan’s gaze darkened, dropping to her cleavage. “You were always wild in bed. Remember Vegas? Tied you to the headboard, fucked you till dawn.”
Heat pooled low. “Still am. Under it all.”
He shifted closer, thigh brushing hers. Thunder rumbled distant. “Showed me the tape?”
“In session. Together.”
The air thickened, scented with chlorine and his musk. She leaned in, lips inches from his. He pulled back. “Coffee. Then home.”
Disappointment stung, but his eyes promised more. Driving away, panties soaked, she touched herself at a red light—wild need clawing free.
Flashback Heat
That night, sleep evaded. Memories flooded: college hookups, frat boys double-teaming her in a sticky dorm bathroom, cocks in mouth and cunt, tasting sweat and cum. Wild nights before Ethan tamed her. Or tried.
Derek’s office romps replayed—bent over his desk, skirt hiked, his fist in her hair as he pounded her ass for the first time, burning stretch yielding to bliss. “Take it, slut,” he’d growled. She’d howled, squirting on the carpet.
Guilt twisted pleasure. Ethan alone mattered now.
Chapter 4: Hypnotic Truths Exposed
Tuesday, 7:10 PM. Dr. Voss’s office felt smaller with Ethan crammed in, knees bumping the coffee table. Lara’s pulse hammered.
“Ethan, thanks for coming,” Voss said. “Lara’s progressed. Hypnosis revealed core issues.”
The tape rolled. Her tranced voice: “Sex is power. Fuck the man, own him. Started young—fingered in backseats for rides home.”
Ethan’s fists clenched, veins bulging. Lara watched his face cycle shock to fury. Post-video, sweat beaded his brow.
“Thoughts?” Voss prodded.
“Never knew this side. Wild bitch under the wife facade.”
Lara teared up. “Changing. For you.”
He stood abruptly, ducking the low doorframe. “Need time.” To her: “No calls.”
Two months silence. Lara threw herself into work—a barista gig now, steam hissing like frustrated desire. Nights, toys plunged deep, fantasies of Ethan’s cock—thick, curved, stretching her wide.
Then his call: “Dinner Friday. Dress up.”
Chapter 5: Candlelit Surrender
7:30 sharp. Ethan’s sleek Audi purred at her curb. He wore a charcoal suit, her in slinky red silk hugging curves—full breasts, flared hips, ass pert from squats.
The restaurant perched on a cliff, candlelight flickering over Puget Sound. Oysters first, briny and slick down her throat. Then lobster, claws cracking like tension building.
“Missed this,” she whispered.
“Missed you. But trust?” His hand covered hers, thumb stroking.
Back at his loft, elevator ascent charged. Door barely shut, mouths crashed—tongues warring, teeth nipping. He shoved her against the wall, hand up her dress, fingers plunging into soaked lace.
“Fucking drenched,” he growled. “Wild girl returns.”
She moaned, grinding on his knuckles. “For you. Always.”
He ripped panties aside, two fingers curling her G-spot, thumb on clit. She bucked, juices dripping down thighs. “Come. Now.”
Orgasm ripped, walls clenching. He dropped to knees, yanking dress off, burying face in her cunt—lapping folds, sucking pearl, tongue spearing deep. Salt-musk taste, her thighs quaking around his beard.
“Ethan… fuck me.”
Bedroom: king slab overlooking bay. He stripped, cock springing free—nine inches, girthy, precum beading. She knelt, mouth watering, swirling tongue around head, sucking deep till gag. Saliva strings as she bobbed, hands twisting base.
“Good slut,” he murmured, threading fingers in her curls.
She popped off. “Your slut.”
He flipped her, ass high. Slapped cheeks red, then thrust—balls-deep in one plunge. She screamed, pussy fluttering. He railed, hips snapping, hand fisting hair. “Take it. Like with him?”
“Better. Harder!”
Sweat-slick skin slapped, bed creaking. He flipped to missionary, legs over shoulders, pounding cervix. Her nails raked his back. “Wild… so wild with you.”
Climax built tidal. He thumbed her ass, pressing in knuckle-deep. Dual assault shattered her—squirting arcs soaking sheets.
“Mine,” he roared, flooding her depths, pulse after pulse.
Afterglow Whispers
They collapsed, tangled, breaths syncing. His arms cradled her, lips brushing temple. “Forgive?”
“Trying. Love you.”
Tenderness bloomed amid wreckage. Vulnerability raw, connection deeper.
Chapter 6: Eternal Flames 🔥💋
Morning light filtered through blinds. Lara stirred, Ethan’s hardness nudging her thigh. Smiling sly, she mounted—guiding him inside, slow sink till hilted. Full, stretched bliss.
Riding languid, breasts bouncing, she leaned for kisses. “New start?”
“Yeah. But wild side stays—for me.”
Pace quickened, hips grinding circles. He sat up, sucking nipples hard, teeth grazing. Hands gripped ass, bouncing her fast.
Hot tub beckoned post-shower. Bubbles churned as she straddled reverse, his cock impaling underwater. Waves lapped tits, his fingers circling clit. Jets massaged backs.
“Fuck… gonna come,” she gasped.
“Do it. Milk me.”
Shared peak, waters frothing.
Weeks later, therapy continued—together. Patterns broken, not perfect, but healing.
One night, poolside redux. Naked under stars, she dropped to knees. “Power’s yours.”
Mouth engulfed him, deepthroating sloppy. He face-fucked gentle, then hard. Cum erupted, throat-swallowing every drop, salty warmth.
Reciprocal: on lounger, legs spread. His tongue delved ass now, rimming wet, fingers three in pussy. She bucked wild, anal orgasm crashing.
Night deepened. Bound to bed—silk ties wrists. Crop teased skin red welts. Then his mouth, cock alternating holes. Double penetration with toy, stretching impossibly.
“Wild man,” she panted.
He untied, cuddled close. Exhaustion sweet, bodies marked, souls mending.
Their life rebuilt: her promotion through merit, no trades. Dates wilder—public fingering in alleys, hotel gangbangs fantasies role-played solo-then-together. Trust earned, one orgasm at a time.
Rain fell eternal Seattle-style. Inside, heat eternal. Redemption tasted like sweat, cum, and forever.
