Treatment Plan
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“If our places were switched… if you, for whatever reason, ended up… disregarding me when I needed you to slow down.” You emphasize, wanting to get your point across. “You would never forgive yourself no matter how many times I forgive you.”
Frank is silent, he can’t up and say no because you weren’t exactly lying. He takes his time, chooses his next words carefully.
“Said it yourself, right? You’d forgive me. I'd do the same. Doin’ it right now.” He adjusts his footing.
Your point backfires just a little. “Frank…”
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- Part 1 of Treatment Plan
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You don't quite get how that’ll work, something about it was just not clicking yet. Maybe you needed more context. The idea of having sex to lower your sexual insatiability felt… counter intuitive, but Frank isn’t stupid, so you keep listening.
"’M gonna take care o’ you. Won't let you deal with this alone. We're gonna have some rules and I'll help you follow them. That sound good?”
The notion of establishing rules makes you nervous, just a little.
“So you'd be like a… a dom? Uh… so you get to decide when we can… fuck?”
“More like a caregiver, sweetheart.” You've read about that dynamic before, gotten off to it, even. The concept of being able to regard Frank as a figure to look up to, to sweet talk you, treat you nicely (not that he doesn't do those things already), makes you excited. In a way it just felt like you were upgrading what you currently had. “Guide you in th’ right direction, sit with you through it.”
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- Part 2 of Treatment Plan
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“Mm.” He keeps talking, asking questions, urges your attention to him, positions himself as your anchor both physically and mentally. “Are you always this quiet when y’touch y’rself?”
You gulp. “Yeah. Learned to… because y-y’know. I hide it.”
“Makes sense.” He murmurs, right hand combing your hair affectionately. “But you’re done hiding, aren’t you, sweetheart? Think you can let go f’r me and make a little noise? J’s a little…”
“I—uhm,” your breath is shaky as you blink up at him. “I’m not used to it.” Your fingers are sticky as you play with yourself.
“That right? You’re loud when I’m th’one touching you.”
“Because… It's you.” You reason.
Frank leans down to give you a kiss, rubs your noses together. “Will you close y’r eyes and imagine it, sweetheart? That I’m the one touchin’ you? Make some noise f’rme. Let yourself really feel it.”
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- Part 3 of Treatment Plan