Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 46: Are you okay? (18+)

"F...fuck me..." Risa moaned loudly again as she squirted for the second time, the warm release spilling all over Linda’s face.

Linda didn’t hesitate....she pressed her mouth to Risa’s drenched pink enclave, sucking eagerly while holding Risa’s thighs wide apart.

"I love you, baby..." Risa breathed out shakily as Linda rose to her feet. Their lips collided in a desperate kiss, Linda clinging to her as though her life depended on it.

While kissing her, Risa’s fingers trailed down Linda’s stomach, finding her dripping, needy pink enclave . She slid two fingers inside and began fingering her with slow, deliberate strokes.

"So tell me..." Risa murmured between kisses, her breath warm against Linda’s lips. "Did you say Gabe’s husband’s group of assassins....the ones he sent to kill the therapist didn’t succeed?"

Her fingers continued working inside Linda, curling just right, making Linda’s moans grow louder and more broken.

"Yes, my lady..." Linda gasped, her hips grinding helplessly against Risa’s hand. "In fact... there was another group of assassins apart from Gabe’s. Both groups ended up dead because that therapist... he was being protected by a golden-eyed man."

Risa paused for just a second, intrigued, then smirked.

"A golden-eyed man? Now that’s far more interesting," she purred, increasing her pace until Linda’s knees trembled. "I wonder who he is."

Linda threw her head back as pleasure overwhelmed her. "My lady... ah....he must be someone powerful. But... as you instructed, our own men stayed hidden. They only watched the two groups. They didn’t protect anyone."

"Good," Risa said, her voice low and commanding. "My people are only allowed to protect me. No one else. They can watch the therapist from the shadows, but they interfere only when I say so."

"Yes... yes, my lady..." Linda moaned, feeling her orgasm building dangerously fast.

"Since two other groups are already targeting that therapist," Risa continued casually, as if she wasn’t wrecking Linda’s sanity with her fingers, "we don’t have to do anything. We’ll let them destroy each other... while we sit back and benefit from it."

"That’s why I love you more, Linda," she added with a sensual laugh.

Risa lifted Linda with surprising ease, placing her on the table. She spread Linda’s legs wider, lowering her head before taking Linda’s swollen clit into her mouth....sucking deeply while still fingering her without mercy.

Linda screamed, her back arching beautifully as she came undone.

*****

MEANWHILE .... BACK TO ALEX AND DAMIEN

The two alphas finally made it to Alex’s mansion.....not the temporary residence he once used to hide Gabe, but his true personal estate. One of many, to be precise.

They stepped out of the car simultaneously, both panting heavily for breath after the intense escape. Servants and guards standing by the entrance bowed their heads deeply in respect as the men approached.

Without wasting a second, Alex and Damien strode into the mansion. The place practically screamed wealth and power. Everything sparkled....gold, crystal, polished marble so brightly it could blind a normal person. But Alex and Damien had lived in luxury long enough to overlook such excess.

They ascended the grand staircase, steps echoing in the vast space, until Alex unlocked a door leading into what seemed like another world entirely.

His private room.

It was enormous, dominated by a golden king-sized bed with sheets so pristine they looked untouched. The walls were painted white and gold, with subtle black accents that highlighted Alex’s refined, cold taste. Every piece of furniture gleamed.

"I really need a shower," Damien muttered, exhaling sharply.

Then, without hesitation and without a care in the world....he pulled down his trousers, revealing his extremely well-endowed dick. He peeled off his shirt next, exposing a sculpted, muscular chest that glistened with sweat.

Alex blinked, unimpressed.

"What’s wrong with you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with visible annoyance. "You have your own room. And even if you want to stay in my room, can’t you undress inside the bathroom like a civilized person?"

"What’s the point?" Damien shot back with a grin. "It’s not like I’m an omega, and you’re not an omega either. We’re both alphas, buddy." He wigged his brows teasingly. "Or are you getting hard because of me?"

He burst into loud laughter before Alex could respond.

Damien walked straight to the bathroom and shut the door behind him with a careless slam.

Alex stood there for a moment, jaw clenched, muttering under his breath,

"Fucking idiot..."

But a faint, reluctant smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"What’s wrong with him...?" Alex murmured under his breath, followed by a scoff. Damien looked so relaxed, too relaxed for someone who had been crying and throwing tantrums earlier. He looked far too good for someone who had just escaped death.

"That idiot..." Alex hissed again before averting his gaze away from the bathroom door.

Ping!

His phone then vibrated sharply on the table.

He walked toward it lazily until he saw the caller ID.

And he froze.

Gabe.

Alex’s heart immediately jumped, excitement screaming through his chest. He had been expecting Gabe’s call... maybe even craving it.

But wait... is he calling me so I can come pick him up from his husband’s house? Is that it?

Alex wondered, pulse racing.

Without thinking twice, he ran out of his room, rushed down the stairs, and slipped into a secured room downstairs....one filled wall-to-wall with computers and surveillance screens.

He turned on one of the systems, fingers flying across the keys.

Instantly, the footage appeared.

Gabe and Sabe arguing.

Sabe’s hand wrapped around Gabe’s neck, attempting to strangle him. Sabe slapping Gabe. A chaotic, abusive mess.

Alex’s lips curled as well as his hand got fisted, trying so hard to keep his anger in check.

This is enough evidence, isn’t it?

I can take that motherfucker down with this... and claim Gabe permanently.

Satisfied, he shut the feed down and picked up the still-ringing call, curious....almost eager to hear if Gabe would be crying.

"Hello, Alex. What took you so long to reply? I almost thought you weren’t going to pick up," Gabe’s voice floated over the phone....soft, warm, somehow casual.

Alex didn’t hide the concern in his tone.

"Are you okay?" he asked immediately. "Do you... need me to come get you or something?"

There was silence.

"Gabe? Hello? Is something wrong?" Alex asked again, worry spiking.

"Of course I’m okay," Gabe said quickly, a light chuckle following. "And why would you come get me? I already told you I’ll be here taking care of Sabe until he gets better."

"Oh. I see..." Alex sighed heavily. "I thought maybe you had a change of mind."

"So, what did you call for then?" he added, forcing his voice to remain steady. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Are you okay, Alex?" Gabe asked back suddenly, his tone carrying genuine worry. "Are you... perhaps injured or anything?"

Alex stiffened.

Does he know Sabe sent men to kill me?

Instinctively, his hand moved to his bandaged arm where Damien had patched him up.

"And why would I be hurt?" Alex replied, masking everything with a small laugh. "I’m perfectly fine, Gabe. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing. I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay," Gabe replied softly, a warm smile hidden in his voice. "And you shouldn’t worry about me either. I’ll be fine. I can take good care of myself, so you don’t need to do anything drastic. Especially nothing like getting into an argument with Sabe. I can handle him myself so don’t get involved, okay?"

Alex swallowed hard.

Does he know I planted a camera on him? And... in Sabe’s house too?

"Uhmm... I’ve heard you, Gabe," Alex said finally.

"And yeah, I’ll come over to your office tomorrow," Gabe added casually.

Shock shot through Alex’s spine.

"And why is that?" he asked quickly. "Didn’t you say you need to care for your husband?"

"Oh yes, but Sabe will be going to work anyway. So I’ll have the whole day to relax but instead of staying home, I’d rather come for our therapy session." Gabe paused before continuing, excitement slipping into his tone. "I know Sabe doesn’t want me taking sessions from you anymore because of what happened, but don’t worry. He’s just jealous that I’m not carrying him on my head like I used to. Fred and I will find a way around it."

"A way around it?" Alex repeated sharply. "You mean... knock him out again? Get him even more angry?"

He scoffed softly. "Don’t do that. If you need to focus on your husband, then do so. Take care of him, and we can resume therapy when you return. Or maybe not."

"I’m coming tomorrow," Gabe said firmly, seriousness lacing his voice this time. "And we still haven’t finished the cucumber session. I was supposed to be sucking the cucumber, remember?"

His voice dipped lower. "Let’s continue from there tomorrow. I want the therapy sessions to move faster now. I want to learn everything I need to learn."

Alex dragged a hand down his face.

Fuck. What exactly is his problem now?

He face-palmed harder.

Just what is he up to again?