Toxic (The Therapist #4) - W.S. Greer Page 0,2

it from her lips. “Tell me, Dr. Monroe.”

Evelyn reaches down and runs her hand over my buzzed haircut before gripping the back of my head.

“Taste me, Malcolm,” she commands, and although I never thought I’d love being submissive in any way, blood rushes to my cock so fast I could pass out from it. “Taste me until I come in your mouth.”

When the words come out of her mouth, I know it’s something Evelyn isn't used to. She’s not a dominant, and I’m not a submissive. She hasn't been moonlighting as a dominatrix her entire life. Evelyn is the type of woman who never experienced anything like this before, and the thrill of it has her completely turned out. She helped me get over my addiction to Ava by teaching me to surrender control, and I teach her to be unafraid of BDSM by letting her control me. Even after three months of being together, we haven’t made it down into my basement, where my dungeon of filthy pleasure awaits us, but sex with Evelyn has never lacked a thing. Slowly but surely, we’re inching our way toward the Black House.

“Yeah? You want my tongue on your clit?” I ask, just so I can hear her say it again.

“Don't ask questions,” Evelyn commands, and I fight back a smile. “Just do it. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I push her panties to the side, and dive into Evelyn’s pussy with my tongue, forcing her to arch her back as she’s overwhelmed by pleasure. With her hand on the back of my head, I lick in and out of her tight pussy over and over, alternating between licking her clit and tonguing her slit. She tastes better than any home cooked meal, and I can’t get enough.

I have a strong desire to take control of this situation. I’d love to tie Evelyn to the desk as I stalk around her like a predator ready to devour its prey. I yearn to watch her crumble beneath my grip, but I let her have the moment. We both need it for different reasons, and I’m willing to fill any role she needs me to in order to make her more comfortable. I, for one, am plenty comfortable on my knees between her legs.

Once her delicious wetness is on my tongue, there’s no stopping me. Evelyn keeps her hand pressed against the back of my head, and I work my tongue against her clit with a hot aggression. First circles, followed by the alphabet, then light strokes followed by aggressive slithering, before finally settling on a soft suck and lick combo that literally makes her knees shake on both sides of my head. For a quick second, I pull myself back to admire my work, and Evelyn tries to push me forward, but I reach up and lightly slap my hand across her soft pussy lips. She lets out a startled shriek that definitely can't be contained by the wooden door.

“Holy shit,” she exclaims, smiling hard. “I don't … no one’s ever … Jesus, Malcolm.”

I smile at her before going forward and burying my tongue inside of her again. I lick her clit until I hear her breathing become staccato, and I know she’s on the edge of what I’ve been waiting for. She’s right there, and there’s nothing left to do but keep pushing her until she falls off the cliff into a cloud of ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Evelyn blares as she grips the back of my head for balance and something to squeeze. Her body is overtaken by bliss as all of her muscles clench and she fails to contain her moan of satisfaction. She yells up into the ceiling, and I couldn't be happier. There's nothing better than making a controlled woman lose control.

When it’s all over, Evelyn releases her grip on me and I stand up, smiling.

“I love the sound of you coming,” I tell her as I lean into her body.

“I love how you make me come,” she replies behind ragged breaths.

“Yeah? Taste it,” I command. Evelyn looks thrown off for the slightest second, before realizing everything on my mouth and face is from her. Both of us smile as I lean forward and kiss her. Evelyn’s tongue slithers all over my face, sucking all of her juices, and it’s the ultimate turn on.

“Fuck, Malcolm. What are you doing to me?” she asks as she finally pulls away and tugs her dress down past her knees.

“Nothing you don't want,” I answer. “Now,