The Therapist - WS Greer Page 0,2

the bathroom riddled with disappointment, and I’m left alone in bed, wondering what it is I’m doing wrong.

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~Malcolm~

“Open your eyes, Ava. I want you to see everything. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replies in a whisper.

Both the sound and sight of her together send blood rushing to my cock. I’m as hard as concrete, and Ava can see it, because when I walk in front of her to address her, my robe is wide open, revealing my naked body underneath. My hard cock is only inches from her face, and I can sense her yearning for it. She wants it in every way: in her hands, in her mouth, and deep in her pussy. As much as she wants it, I want to give it to her, and I will. But, only after she earns every inch of it.

“What’s your safe word, Ava?” I ask, as I walk around to the backside of my submissive, who’s kneeling in front of my king size bed completely naked now.

Her body is a picture of perfection. Ava Pierson is five-foot-six, a hundred-sixty-five pounds of luscious thickness, with dark brown hair that’s tied into a ponytail and hanging to the middle of her back. Her lips aren't what I would call thick, but they're pouty and covered in a shiny gloss that is only minutes from being taken off.

“My safe word is Cleopatra,” Ava answers.

“That’s right. Why is it Cleopatra?”

“Because I’m a queen, willingly giving myself to my king. I’m powerful, yet I choose to surrender to you.”

“That’s exactly right. Perfect. Now, don't look anywhere else but at me. When I move, your eyes will follow me wherever I go. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

There are four drawers on the underside of my bed—two on each side—and all four are pulled open, exposing all the toys I keep inside. One drawer has a variety of dildos in an assortment of sizes. Some vibrate, some twist, some are a combination of the two, while others are plain ten-inch dildos covered in thick veins.

In another drawer, there is a collection of floggers. Some are suede, some are oiled leather, some are made of elk. All of them are beautiful with an array of colors and thicknesses. I have to admit the floggers are my favorite. I’m biased towards them and they get the most use out everything I own. When I spot the red and black, roped handle of the leather flogger, I know I’ve already made a decision. That will be my choice for tonight. Lucky for me, this particular flogger is a favorite of Ava’s as well, so I lift it out of the drawer and place on the bed, close enough for her to see it out of her peripheral vision.

Before moving again, I look into the large mirror that rests in front of Ava and sits in front of my bed. To my satisfaction, Ava’s dark brown eyes are trained on me. She doesn't dare look away, and I smile on the inside. On the outside, I do nothing more than nod my approval, and walk around to the other side of the bed, Ava watching me the entire time. I move slowly, making sure Ava watches as I pick up a red blindfold and red leather handcuffs with fur lining, before making my way back over to her as she waits with restless anticipation.

“I let you see what I chose for you tonight,” I say to her. I don't whisper, because I want her to hear the deep rumble of my voice. I want it to command her. “Now, I want you to see nothing. I want you to feel. Feel me. Trust me. Let me guide you. You are no longer in control. I am. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, close your eyes.”

I stand in front of Ava before I blindfold her, my cock only inches from her face. I know how much she would like to move, but she obeys my command to stay still, even when I remove my robe altogether and my stiff erection hangs in mid-air. I hear her let out a breath, and I can tell from just looking down at her that her pussy is already dripping wet for me. By the time we get to where we’re going, she’ll be ready to come in seconds.

Ava keeps her eyes trained on my cock up until the moment I place the blindfold over her eyes and tie it in the back so it doesn't move. Once