Part 24
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Anna perched on the edge of her chair; hands wrapped around a delicate porcelain cup Kat had just pressed into them. The tea was fragrant and hot, grounding Anna for a moment in the unfamiliar terrain of Kat’s office.
Kat settled into her own chair, legs crossed, notebook balanced on her lap, her gaze direct but somehow soft. For a moment, neither woman spoke. Anna sipped her tea, feeling the tension in her shoulders, the aftershocks of last night’s experience still humming in her body and mind.
“Thank you for coming, Anna,” Kat said, her voice warm but precise. “I appreciate you taking the time to see me after everything that happened last night. You look… changed. Not exactly rested, but somehow more present. Or perhaps—” she let the pause linger, “—more awake to yourself than before.”
Anna let out a small, surprised laugh. “I’m not sure I’ve slept at all, actually. My mind was just… racing.”
Kat nodded, folding her hands in her lap. “I’m not surprised. After a night like that, most people wouldn’t sleep much. Major shifts in self-perception are rarely comfortable, even when they’re exactly what we need.”
Anna stared into her tea, hunting for words. “It’s just—last night was…” She trailed off, cheeks coloring. “I don’t know if I recognize myself.”
Kat nodded, never breaking eye contact. “And how does that feel?”
Anna hesitated. “Strange. But also… right? I was irritated, but not just irritated. Powerful. I liked it. More than I should, probably.”
Kat’s lips curved in a knowing smile. “There’s no ‘should’ here, Anna. Only what is. Tell me—was it the control over Luka that excited you? Or something else?”
Anna’s fingers tightened around the cup. “It was both. I liked seeing him small, embarrassed. But I also—” she stopped, embarrassed. “It’s not just Luka. My ex called me last night. My mom evidently encouraged him to call. And I…” Anna forced herself to meet Kat’s gaze. “I haven’t stopped thinking about him since.”
“It’s interesting, isn’t it? First Sophia steps in, eager to help feminize Luka for your bachelorette party—and now your mother encourages Marcus to reach out. It’s as if the women in your life are working together, giving you every opportunity to discover what you really want. Are you ready to take advantage of what they’re offering you?”
Anna nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
Kat’s tone shifted, low and coaxing. “I want you to be honest with yourself, Anna. Do you want to see Marcus again?”
Anna’s lips parted, then closed. Finally, she nodded. “I do. I know it’s wrong. But thinking about him… it makes me feel—alive. Like I could have anything I want. Like I could take it.”
Kat leaned forward, voice soft but insistent. “And what would happen if you did? If you let yourself pursue your desires, without shame?”
Anna’s breath caught. The question lingered in the space between them.
Kat pressed on, her words gentle but loaded: “There’s nothing wrong with wanting more, Anna. Especially when your needs aren’t being met. Women are taught to feel guilty for seeking satisfaction, for demanding more than they’re offered. But what if your happiness—and Luka’s—depends on you embracing your power? On you letting yourself have both?”
Anna’s heart pounded. The idea was dangerous, intoxicating. “You mean… cheat on Luka?”
Kat shook her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Not cheating. Cuckolding is not about betrayal, Anna.” Kat’s eyes narrowed with a wicked glint.
“You know why I love it, Anna?” Kat asked, a sly smile curving her lips. “Because there’s nothing more honest, more intoxicating, than being worshipped by more than one man and letting them both know it. Because when you have one man inside you—making you lose yourself—and the other is, caged and aching, forced to watch you become utterly unrestrained, there’s no room for lies. You can take your pleasure shamelessly, loudly, and the only thing your sissy can do is watch, tremble, and ache for something he’ll never have. I love the way their eyes go wide, the way they beg for just a taste—sometimes I let them lick me clean, sometimes I send them to bed with nothing but the sound of my moans in their ears. It’s the truest kind of power, Anna, and the deepest kind of surrender. Everyone in the room knows exactly who belongs to whom.”
Kat’s words painted the room with heat. Anna’s face flushed, her heart thudding, her breath growing shallow as the images took root. She didn’t dare look away, not with Kat’s eyes so intent on hers, not with her own body betraying just how much she wanted to feel that kind of power.
Anna said nothing, but her posture shifted; her spine straightened, her chin lifted.
Kat watched her, measuring the change. “You don’t have to decide anything today.” She sipped her own tea, eyes never leaving Anna’s face. “But I want you to imagine it. Not just for Luka’s sake, but for your own. Imagine what it would feel like to have both—one at your feet, and one in your bed. No guilt, just satisfaction.”
Anna’s breath was shallow, her mind racing. She nodded, a flush rising to her cheeks.
Kat let the silence hang, then finally set her cup aside, folding her hands. “We’re only beginning, Anna. This is your moment to claim what you want. To write your own rules. When you’re ready, we’ll talk about how to make it real. But for now, sit with it.”
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