by Ws Greer
Contents
OXYGEN
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
SIGNS
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
HEAT
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
LAST STRAWS
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
FUEL
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
DRAIN
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
IGNITION
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
THE BIG REVEAL
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
ASHES
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
~ ONE MONTH LATER ~
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Acknowledgments
More From WS Greer
About the Author
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OXYGEN
Chapter 1
~ MALCOLM ~
I’m on fire. Every step I take feels as if my entire body is engulfed in flames, and I need to walk faster—faster, so I can get to her. So I can see her. So I can kiss her, touch her, feel her, be with her. I’m on fire for her, and only her touch can cool me off. Only being near her can calm me down. This is what being on fire feels like.
I pull the door to Evelyn’s building open and speed walk inside. It’s eight o’clock in the evening, so her last patient of the night should be wrapping up right about now, although I know Dr. Evelyn Monroe isn't one to rush a session to finish faster than it needs to. To Evelyn, the session will end when it ends, especially when she doesn't have to worry about keeping any other patients waiting. Tonight, however, I need her to hurry. For me. Call it selfish, that’s fine. When it comes to Evelyn, I’m selfish as hell.
My black pants and royal blue button-up whisk in the wind as I keep my steps lively, walking as fast as I can toward Evelyn’s office. As I push through another door and enter the corridor, I can't help but think about a very specific incident that took place right here. It was in this hallway where I realized Dr. Monroe was just as into me as I was into her. I remember the sound of sensual moaning as I pressed my ear up against her door, my body being filled up with excitement inch by inch the longer I listened. My life hasn't been the same since. Now, Evelyn is mine, and I've been given the gift of hearing those moans up close and personal on a near nightly basis. Life has never been sweeter.
When I reach her door, I’m disappointed to find it still closed. Faint voices make their way through the door, so I take a seat on the white and navy blue bench outside of the office. Once my butt sinks into the plush cushions, I let my mind wander off while I wait for the door to open.
The first place my mind takes me is where I was before I got here. I don't mean literally before I arrived outside of Evelyn’s office. I mean where I was before she came into my life. Everything wasn't always this great.
It’s been three months since Evelyn and I officially started dating, and our anniversary is marked by a terrible night inside my house, when the woman I was dating before Evelyn decided to break in and strip naked in my basement. Evelyn and I found her on her knees in front of my Saint Andrew’s Cross before she tried to attack Evelyn. It was a terrible night for sure, but it’s handcuffed to how Evelyn and I began, so I struggle to look at it fondly.
That night, Evelyn told me to call her as we stood in my driveway watching as the paramedics loaded my ex-girlfriend into the ambulance after she’d fallen down the stairs, cracked her pelvis, and gave herself one helluva concussion. Evelyn and I were shook after all of that, but we still wanted each other. I stood there, hoping my ex hadn't scared her off with all of the drama, and Evelyn told me to call her. She didn't let my baggage scare her away, and I’m grateful for that each and every day.
My ex, on the other hand, has had a rough few months since the night at my house. Ava Pierson was charged with breaking and entering, assault, and stalking. However, since she’s obviously mentally unstable, she never ended up in jail. Ava was sent to Delaware Psychiatric Center, and she has been stuck there ever since. I wonder about her sometimes, but I never let myself care too much. Ava was like a tiny thorn in my side I could never get out. Every time I thought I’d gotten rid of her, she’d stick me again, reminding me she hadn't gone anywhere, and it took Evelyn’s arrival for me to be able to move on for good. My addiction to Ava has finally been extinguished, but my flame for Evelyn glows brighter than ever.
After just a few minutes of waiting, shuffling behind the door to Evelyn’s office captures my attention. I stand up and use my hands to iron out wrinkles in my button-up. There’s no mirror here, but I rub my palms on my face anyway, wiping away anything around my mouth and eyes I might not want there, before releasing a deep breath. It has been three months, but I still feel nervous in all of the moments leading up to seeing Evelyn. I’m not sure what that means, but I know it feels good.
“Thanks again, Dr. Monroe,” a woman’s voice says from behind the door just before it opens, revealing a tall brunette in thick gray sweats and a baggy black shirt so big the woman could hide in it and never be found. Behind her is Evelyn. My Evelyn.
“My pleasure, Janae,” Evelyn says to the woman. “Take it easy this week, okay? I’ll see you soon. Have a good evening.”
The skinny brunette named Janae, reaches up and shakes Evelyn’s hand like they’ve just completed a business deal, before turning on her heel to walk away. As she spins around, she spots me standing in front of the door and is startled a bit.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I tell her with a laugh I hope calms her nerves. “I didn't mean to scare you.”
“Mm, it’s no problem,” she says to me with a playful smile of her own, her emotions switching gears from how she sounded earlier. “No problem at all.”
The woman keeps the smile plastered on her face as she starts walking down the narrow hallway, and I can see she’s being flirty, but it’s the woman standing in the doorway who has my full attention.
I turn to face Evelyn, and marvel at how stunning she is. Her red hair is flowing down her back while her blue eyes shine like the ocean reflecting the moon on a cloudless night. Her lips are coated in gloss that draws my eyes to them, and the smile she unleashes makes my knees weak. I let my eyes roam over her lus
cious body, wrapped in a navy blue dress that flows past her knees and looks as though it was made specifically for her. Dr. Evelyn Monroe is fucking gorgeous, and I smile like a child on his birthday, because she’s mine.
“Good evening, Dr. Colson,” she says, smiling at me. I can see the eagerness on her face as clear as her perfectly applied makeup.
“Good evening, Dr. Monroe,” I answer. “May I come in?”
Evelyn bites her bottom lip and it sends me reeling. “You better, because I need your hands on me right now.” My heart rate accelerates and my body temperature skyrockets just from looking at her. This is the fire she sets within me.
When I step over the threshold, Evelyn slams the door shut behind me, and the two of us fall into each other, igniting the entire room.
Chapter 2
~ MALCOLM ~
“I missed you,” Evelyn growls as she grabs a hold of my shirt and pulls me into her. Our mouths connect and our tongues go to work. She licks mine, I suck hers. In zero seconds flat, we’re all over each other.
My hands roam over Evelyn’s body, grabbing and squeezing every part of her. She feels so good beneath my grasp, and the hunger in me wants to devour her, especially when she moans in the way only she can. When I hear her, it sends a jolt of desire up my spine, and I want nothing more than to be inside of her.
“Jesus fucking Christ, why do you look so good?” I ask as I push Evelyn backwards. Our mouths stay glued together as she takes baby steps toward her desk. Once we reach it, I position myself between her legs and force her to lean against the wood. “We have dinner reservations in half an hour, and you open the door looking like this? What am I supposed to do with you?”
Evelyn leans forward and licks my neck before grazing my flesh with her teeth. “Well, Dr. Colson, it’s a twenty minute drive to the restaurant, so I suggest you do what you want as fast as you can.”
“Yeah? Tell me what you want me to do.”
Evelyn smiles like a child who has just gotten her way. She sits on the desk and reaches down past her knees, pulling her dress up inch by inch until I can see the sexy white lace of her panties.
“I like when you give me control, Dr. Colson,” she says with a devilish grin.
“I don't mind every now and then,” I reply, dropping to my knees, because I know exactly what Evelyn wants. I just want to hear 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, let’s go. We’re going to be late for dinner.”
Evelyn smiles as she finishes adjusting herself and combing her fingers through her hair. “Mmm. Yes, sir.”
Chapter 3
~ MALCOLM ~
Madam Michelle’s is a fancy little restaurant on the outskirts of northern Dover. It’s small, but the prices are big. They have a dress code meant to compliment their decorative interior, and when Evelyn and I walk in, we feel right at home. The place is elegant and regal, just like my date, and being in a place like this with a woman like her is bound to make any man feel good.
The hostess greets us at the door with a warm smile and a form fitting black dress, before leading us to a corner table for two. Once seated, we order our meals and drinks in a hurry so we can be alone again, and once the waiter is gone, Evelyn has all of my attention.
“So, how were your sessions today?” I ask. Evelyn smiles, forcing a smile from me. Sometimes I wonder if she has too much control over me.
“Today was great,” Evelyn replies. “Usually I have one or two patients who come in looking like they're struggling through something serious. You can read it all over their faces, you know?”
“I do know,” I answer with a soft chuckle. “I’ve had couples come in and look like they've both been beaten down by life, and you can just tell it’s going to be a long, tough session.”
“Exactly,” Evelyn agrees. “But today wasn't like that. Everyone just seemed chipper and upbeat. It was a good day. Not to mention I got to top it off with your mouth performing magic on me right after my last patient of the day.”
I smil
e and feel a sudden sense of desire overcome me. I swallow it down, but I know it’ll be back soon. “Just wanted to make sure your day had a happy ending.”
Evelyn giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. She’s so goddamn cute. “Now, that’s a happy ending!”
We share a moment of laughter just before our waiter returns with the food. Evelyn ordered steak and shrimp, while I chose to go with chicken parmesan pasta with a side of shrimp scampi. We pause our conversation to get through the first bite or two, both of us exclaiming over how good the expensive food is, before settling back into our evening together.
“Whatever they put in this steak should be illegal,” Evelyn jokes as she cuts her steak into tiny pieces. “Anything that tastes this good can’t possibly be healthy.”
I nod in agreement. “I feel you. This pasta is dumb for being this delicious.”
“So, where were we?” Evelyn asks. “Oh, right. So, how was your day? I’ve never delved into couples therapy. I love how you've taken ownership of that specifically.”
“My day was fine. Nothing too out of the ordinary. I didn't have any new patients today. It just turned out that the people Keisha had on the schedule today were all patients I’ve had for a while. Everyone seems to be doing well. I have new patients tomorrow, though.”
