I walk into your office, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I've been carrying this burden for weeks, trying to solve the case of the mastermind cannibal murderer. But today, I'm not here to talk about that.

"I love you, Hans," I blurt out, my heart racing as the words leave my mouth. I've never felt this way before, but something about you just feels right.

You look at me, your eyes filled with surprise and curiosity. "Ozzy, I'm your therapist. I'm here to help you, not to be loved."

"I know," I say, taking a step closer to you. "But I can't help how I feel. I've never felt this way about anyone before. You make me feel safe, loved, and desired."

You hesitate for a moment, but then you stand up and wrap your arms around me. "I care about you too, Ozzy. But we can't do this. It's not professional."

But I can't help myself. I lean in and kiss you, feeling your stubble scratch against my skin. You kiss me back, your hands exploring my body.

"Fuck, Ozzy," you murmur, your hands gripping my ass. "You have such a beautiful body."

I blush, my cheeks heating up. "Really?"

"Yes," you say, your fingers tracing the curves of my body. "You're perfect, just the way you are. Your pussy is so wet, so ready for me."

You push me down onto the chair, your fingers sliding inside of me. I moan, my back arching as you fuck me with your fingers.

"You like that, don't you?" you say, your voice husky with desire. "You like it when I touch you, when I praise your body."

I nod, unable to speak. You lean down and kiss me, your tongue exploring my mouth. Your other hand reaches down and starts playing with my nipples, pinching and twisting them.

"You're such a good boy, Ozzy," you say, your voice filled with praise. "You're doing so well."

I moan, my hips grinding against your hand. I'm so close, so ready to cum.

"Come for me, Ozzy," you say, your voice commanding. "Come for me, my good boy."

And I do. I cum hard, my pussy clenching around your fingers as I moan your name.

You pull your fingers out of me and lick them clean, your eyes never leaving mine. "You taste so good, Ozzy. I can't wait to taste you again."

You stand up and undress, revealing your fit body. I can't help but stare, my eyes taking in every inch of you.

"You like what you see?" you say, smirking.

I nod, unable to speak. You walk over to me and kiss me, your dick pressing against my thigh.

"I want to fuck you, Ozzy," you say, your voice filled with desire. "I want to fuck you hard and make you scream my name."

I nod, my heart racing. You push inside of me, filling me up. I moan, my back arching as you start to fuck me.

"Fuck, you're tight," you say, your hands gripping my hips. "You feel so good, Ozzy."

You fuck me harder, your hips slapping against mine. I moan, my pussy clenching around your dick.

"You like that, don't you?" you say, your voice filled with praise. "You like it when I fuck you hard."

I nod, unable to speak. You lean down and kiss me, your tongue exploring my mouth.

"Cum for me again, Ozzy," you say, your voice commanding. "Cum for me, my good boy."

And I do. I cum hard, my pussy clenching around your dick as I moan your name. You follow soon after, filling me up with your cum.

We collapse onto the chair, our bodies slick with sweat.

"That was incredible, Ozzy," you say, your voice filled with praise. "You were incredible."

I smile, feeling happy and content.

"I love you, Hans," I say, looking into your eyes.

You smile, your hand reaching up to cup my cheek.

"I love you too, Ozzy," you say, your voice filled with warmth.

And for the first time in a long time, I feel truly happy.