“You’re right. Why didn’t I think of that? Ugh.”

  But Brett holds up a hand.

  “But I have a couple friends in this business who might be interested,” he says. “Do you want me to put you in touch with them? I’m sure they’d be happy to give you quotes and talk to you about their practices.”

  Holy cow, this is the answer to my dreams because now I can discuss vibrational therapies without endangering Brett’s professional life. Thank god. This man really is a lifesaver, and I shoot him a sunny smile.

  “That would be great. Thank you so much.”

  He grins too and I’m sure we look like two idiots smiling at one another.

  “Sure thing, sweetheart. I’ll send you an email with their info later. So more about you, Chloe. How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun?”

  I grin.

  “It was pretty relaxing. I got together with a couple friends and there was the usual obligatory family dinner on Sunday. Otherwise, it was mostly lowkey. How about you?”

  “Pretty much the same,” Brett nods. “Basketball with some buds, and a couple drinks with friends. Nothing much. I needed a weekend to just chill.”

  “I totally understand,” I say quickly. “Burn out is real in NYC. This city moves so fast that sometimes it’s important to take time to veg. That’s why I love TV. It gets my mind off stuff.”

  Brett throws his head back and laughs.

  “Really? What are you watching?”

  I bite my lip.

  “Don’t tell anyone but I’m re-watching Downton Abbey. Lady Mary has so many boyfriends, and they’re all tall, dark and handsome. They’re insanely yummy and I love those British accents.”

  He shoots me a humorous look.

  “Should I put on a British accent?”

  Immediately, I start laughing.

  “Oh my god, no. Wait, yes, do it. That’d be hysterical.”

  Brett purses his mouth and then begins talking like an English butler.

  “Madame, would you like some tea with that?” he mimes. “Perhaps a cucumber sandwich to go with your scones?”

  I burst into laughter and am practically doubled over because he’s so funny. Who knew that this gorgeous man with the incredible touch would also be downright hysterical? I love spending time with him, and this just proves it even more.

  But then Brett smiles and grows serious once more.

  “Alright sweetheart, let’s get down to it. Are you ready to discuss Face Time?”

  “What does that mean?”

  He looks me straight in the eye.

  “There are many forms of vibrational healing,” he explains. “You’ve read about a lot of them and there’s a lot online too. For example, I could direct a crystal at you or use a special handheld device that emits charge. But there’s a particularly effective therapy I want to try, and it involves bodily contact that’s very intimate, shall we say. Even more intimate than what we’ve done so far.”

  I squint at him.

  “Really? That seems hard to believe given what we’ve done,” I say with a saucy smile.

  He grins too.

  “The last two times were pretty fun,” he admits. “But this is actually a classic therapy,” Brett explains. “Have you heard of Reiki? It’s a huge part of my practice, as is therapeutic touch.”

  “So Face Time is like a massage?” I ask slowly. “Like what we did before?”

  “It’s similar,” he acknowledges, his voice serious. “But even more intimate.”

  I squint at him.

  “How can things be even more intimate than what we’ve already done?” I ask, somewhat stumped. “I mean, you touched me there.”

  He nods and begins to explain.

  “Basically, every human can channel high frequency energy. Healers like myself have mastered the craft of using our touch to restore energy to a balanced state.”

  “Right,” I say. “A massage.”

  He nods.

  “It’s a little more complex than that. Reiki has to do with life force. Have you heard of chi?”

  The word sounds familiar, so I nod.

  “Reiki essentially manipulates a person’s chi to address illness. There are many ways to guide you chi. You can do tai chi, eat certain foods, or meditate. In some cases, a healer manipulates the life force of chi through touch.”

  I nod.

  “So it’s like a massage, right?”

  Why does it feel like we’re going around in circles? Brett chuckles.

  “Yeah, I guess that was a long-winded way of saying it’s like a massage, but what I want to do is a little different. Face Time uses touch, but a special kind of touch.”

  This doesn’t sound good.

  “What do you mean?” I ask carefully. “It’s not going to hurt, is it?”

  Brett laughs slightly and sits back down on the stool.

  “Most healers practice therapeutic touch with their hands, but actually, many body parts can be used channel chi. Hands just happen to be the most commonly used therapeutic device. For example, sometimes massages are given using a healer’s arms, elbows, or even feet.”

  I scrunch my nose.

  “Are you serious?”

  Brett nods.

  “Some healers place their feet on a patient’s back and leverage their weight to manipulate the person’s chi. It sounds strange but it works, and people often come out refreshed. Plus, have you heard of Nuru massage? In this practice, a healer uses his or her entire body to assist the patient.”

  “Oh,” I say, the word sounding like a squeak. “Is that what Face Time means?”

  Brett smiles and shakes his head.

  “No because in your case, your treatment needs to be very targeted. Your breasts and vagina are the body parts emitting negative energies, which is why you’re having so much trouble getting to orgasm. Face Time is a targeted technique which will focus my healing energies on your trouble areas.”

  My mind goes blank. He’s speaking in riddles. What does that even mean? Brett stares at me as I try to figure it out.

  Suddenly, realization hits me. Oh my gosh, it’s not my face he’s talking about. It’s his face. He couldn’t possibly mean that he’s going to use his face on me, could he? He’s going to touch those troubled areas of my body with his lips and kiss it all away. Is that what he means? Suddenly, a rush of hot energy passes over my frame and I feel faint yet aroused at once.

  13

  Brett

  I see the moment realization hits Chloe. Her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open as her breasts begin to heave. Yes, she wants it. Her temperature rockets and I can almost see her pussy becoming moist in anticipation.

  “You’re not serious, are you?” she asks slowly.

  I nod, unperturbed.

  “I am serious, sweetheart. Face Time is the practice of using my mouth and lips to help restore energy balance in your body,” I explain.

  “But how?” she asks.

  I shrug.

  “It’s simple. You would position the out-of-sync body part over my face, and I would direct my energies directly into that body part. It’s a very efficient type of vibrational healing, and you would almost definitely be cured.”

  Chloe gapes at me, her breath coming quick.

  “So, you’re saying that I would…”

  “Yes,” I say seriously. “You would press your pussy to my face as a part of Face Time, and I would lick and kiss you to help you achieve orgasm. We would work through your first treatment session and potentially subsequent sessions this way. It’s a proven treatment, sweetheart. The chances of experiencing an O while using Face Time are almost one hundred percent.”

  She lets out a short bark of laughter.

  “And to think I thought Face Time was an app,” she manages in a choked voice.

  I grin.

  “It is an app. A social messaging app, I think? But this isn’t that, it just happens to have the same name.”

  Chloe goes completely silent, still breathing hard. Did I make a mistake, suggesting Face Time so early? Perhaps I should have suggested some targeted crystal healing first.

  But then again, we’ve already done so much. I’ve stroked her nub and found her to be responsive and sensitive. We’ve talked about her past, and determined that her exes damaged her self-esteem, but that the damage isn’t irreparable. As a result, why not Face Time? It’s the only treatment method that specifically targets a woman’s private parts. I’m confident I can bring Chloe to a mind-blowing O, if she’ll just trust me.

  “It sounds so dirty,” she whispers.

  I shrug and then grin.

  “Medicine is dirty, messy, and personal. When you go to your primary physician, he or she touches your body to make sure everything is okay. At the gynecologist, the doctor literally reaches into your private parts with various tools and fingers, not to mention a surgeon. There, they literally cut you open and peer at your guts. This isn’t all that different, sweetheart.”

  Chloe bites her lip.

  “I don’t know,” she says. “It seems so… I don’t know, intimate. Is this normal? Do you do it often?”

  It’s time to be absolutely one hundred percent truthful.

  “Yes, I’ve done it with a few female patients who were experiencing the same problem you’re experiencing now. As a matter of fact, I’ve done a how-to video about Face Time so that patients have an introduction to the technique. Would you like to see it? That might help put your mind at ease.”

  Chloe’s eyes widen.

  “You have a video of you doing Face Time to someone? Like a sex tape?”

  “No, not like that,” I say, my tone serious. “It’s not about sex, sweetheart. Yes, Face Time is a type of oral stimulation, but the focus is completely different. With Face Time, we’re channeling frequency vibrations to help heal your body. I’ve done Face Time on all types of body parts, but I’ll show you one where I did it on a woman’s pussy as part of an instructional video.”

  She gasps.

  “Other people have seen this video?”

  I nod.

  “Not other doctors. I only show this video to potential patients considering the treatment. It’s very private, sweetheart, for obvious reasons.”

  Chloe nods, but I can tell she’s still nervous. After all, I wasn’t lying when I said Face Time is not about sex, but I’d also be lying if I said that I’m not turned on at the prospect of doing Face Time on Chloe.

  With a professional air, I pull over the computer in the corner of the room and punch a few buttons. The screen flickers to life and Chloe stares, her eyes wide. Fortunately, the production value is professional-quality, and I have nothing to be afraid of.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Doctor,” Chloe whispers. “You can play it.”

  I press the button and the two of us stare as my face fills the screen. I’m wearing a lab coat and my hair is brushed off my forehead, giving me a professional look. I begin by introducing myself, and then explaining the theory behind vibrational healing. Then I get into the fundamentals of Face Time, and do a quick overview of what’s about to happen.

  Chloe’s watching with wide eyes and her jaw drops when I lay down and gesture to someone off screen. A beautiful woman appears, her skin slick and golden, with luscious curves and a sweet smile.

  “Morgana had a problem just like yours,” I say conversationally. “She came to me for frequency therapy too.”

  Chloe can’t answer because her eyes are glued to the screen. As we both watch, Morgana sheds her robe, lushly nude and then climbs on top of me. She straddles my head and then slowly lowers her pussy to my face, bracing her hands on my chest.

  “Ooooh!” Morgana moans, tossing her black curls as ecstasy plays over her features. “Mmmm!”

  Chloe’s mouth is open as her breasts heave. Meanwhile, the camera pans in to show my tongue flickering over Morgana’s nub and then licking sensually over her folds. My voice comes on in a voice-over, explaining the theory behind my technique.

  “This patient was considered frigid and had never experienced an O. By channeling her body’s own energies and reinforcing them with my own, I was able to help the patient achieve sensation beyond her wildest dreams and explode at the precipice of physical desire.”

  As if on cue, Morgana throws her head back and screams, a hot gush of juice coating my face. Meanwhile, the camera pans in and shows her pussy spasming hard, even as I lick her through her ecstasy.

  My voice comes on once more.

  “This patient is a textbook example of the benefits of Face Time. Afterwards, she reported one hundred percent recovery and has not had trouble reaching O ever since.”

  Chloe gasps, but she’s captivated by what’s happening on screen. I watch her react. Her breathing gets quick and her eyes are wide, and it’s clear she’s enjoying what she sees.

  Good. Meanwhile, the credits begin to roll and I turn the computer off. The screen goes dark and my gorgeous patient swallows hard.

  “Oh my gosh,” Chloe says breathlessly. “That was intense. I would love to try it, Brett.”

  But before I can answer, there’s a knock on the door.

  “Dr. Northing,” Glenda calls from the hallway. “I am so sorry to interrupt, but there’s a bit of an emergency with one of your patients.”

  Shit. Goddamnit, the timing is so bad but Glenda wouldn’t knock unless it was truly an emergency.

  “I’m sorry, Chloe. Just give me a sec, okay? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  I jerk open the door and find Glenda in the hallway.

  “What’s going on?”

  Her look is apologetic

  “Steven is here again. He’s not doing well.”

  My face falls. “Where is he?”

  “The other exam room.”

  “Thanks, Glenda. I’ll take care of it.”

  Steven is my oldest patient, in terms of age and years of treatment. He has Parkinson’s disease, and traditional medicine has failed him for years. We’ve managed to get his muscle weakness under control, but he’s getting older and there’s only so much any type of healing can do.

  I knock on the other exam room door and walk in. “Hi, Steve. How are you?”

  The old man’s greets me. “I’m not well, Brett. It’s this goddamn disease.”

  I nod.

  “Of course, Steve. Let me get the crystals.”

  I’m back in a moment with the aforementioned crystals, and we begin some quick therapy. My movements are rushed because I want to get back to Chloe asap. Fuck, why did this have to happen?

  But fortunately, Steve seems okay and within ten minutes, I’m saying goodbye.

  “Take care of yourself, okay?” I ask sternly. “No more rodeos.”

  The elderly man nods.

  “Thank you so much, Dr. Northing. Getting old is a bitch, isn’t it?”

  I pat him on the back.

  “You’re doing well, Steve. Keep up with the crystal therapy and things are going to be fine.”

  With that, I practically run back to Exam Room 3. Oh shit, why did I have to leave Chloe at such a sensitive time? Hopefully, she’s still game. Quietly, I knock and then let myself into the darkened room. Soothing music plays and fortunately, Chloe’s still there, her voluptuous form snugly encased in a soft pink robe.

  “Have you given Face Time some thought?”

  Chloe jumps.

  “Oh my God, you scared me. I didn’t hear you come in.”

  I chuckle. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  “Is everything okay with your other patient?” she blinks.

  “Yeah, it’s fine. He’s been coming here for years. He’s older, so there’s only so much I can do, but my treatments have already worked wonders, if I do say so myself.”

  Chloe puts a hand on my arm.

  “That’s great. So, about the treatment…”

  I quirk an eyebrow at her.

  “Any questions? Are you still interested?”

  She blushes.

  “Yes, and I read a little online about it. It’s not as dirty as I first thought, it’s just that it’ll be your mouth vibrating and channeling the healing energies right? Instead of your hands? It’s just a different way of guiding my chi.”

  “Yes, exactly,” I tell her. “There’s nothing dirty or wrong about Face Time, sweetheart. We just have to let go of our sexual mores a bit in order to help you get to where you belong, and this is the best way of doing it.”

  She takes a deep breath, her bosom swelling.

  “Then, let’s do it,” Chloe says, her voice small. “I’m ready.”

  I smile, my cock already stiff and rock solid with anticipation.

  “Good, sweetheart. Because I’m ready too, and I think this is going to be the best treatment you’ve ever had.”

  With that, the journey begins and the universe opens before us.

  14

  Chloe

  Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is happening!

  I know Brett said that Face Time isn’t sexual or personal, but it just seems so intimate to me. I mean, his lips are going to be on my hoo-ha for crying out loud. I’m not sure how it won’t be intimate, given the body parts that will be touching.

  Will Brett know if I’m turned on? Of course he will, because that’s kind of the point, right? I’m supposed to be turned on because Face Time is supposed to help me achieve the Big O. I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I’m already panting and ready to go because it’s a good sign.

  But what if it doesn’t work? My heart sinks. Prescott and Evan did try a couple licks down there occasionally, but it wasn’t anything. What makes me think it’ll be different this time?

  The answer is obvious: because I’m with Dr. Northing this time. He’s gorgeous, alpha, and knows exactly what he’s doing, unlike those two adolescent idiots. He’s going to take me to a beyond I never even knew existed, and now, I can’t wait.

  “Are you okay?” Brett asks, seeing my stunned expression. “Are you having second thoughts, sweetheart? We don’t have to do this today if you’re nervous.”

  “No, I want to,” I say quickly. “Definitely. For sure.”

 

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