Toxic (The Therapist #4): An Alpha Male, Relationship Coach, Erotic Romance

by Ws Greer

  “Good girl,” I reply, licking my lips. I can taste her already. “If you don't follow these rules, there are consequences. I can see it in your face you're concerned about the use of the word consequence, but it’s not for you to worry about. As with everything else in this room, your job is to submit to me, nothing more.

  “It’s important for you to understand what submission is, Evelyn,” I go on, because I can see her nerves are starting to get the best of her ever since I said there would be consequences. “In here, we define submission with one word. Trust. You have to trust me. You have to trust that I would never hurt you or do absolutely anything you don't want me to do. You have to trust that I will learn your body and your desires, and push them to their limits without ever going over the line. My job is not to cause you pain. I don't enjoy seeing anyone suffer, and I’d rather die than hurt you. Your job is to let go of your fear, and replace it with trust. You're nervous now because you don't trust this. You don't trust me. Your mind sees images of people tied up and being hit with things, and because you don't understand it, you fear it. You see it as captivity and pain. I promise you, this is the furthest thing from that, but you will never know unless you learn to trust me. Do you understand?”

  She swallows hard, but she nods. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Now, I’m going to say something very important, and I want you to hang on my every word right now. In this room, you submit to me, you trust me, you allow me to take control, and I do. I harness control of the room and of you … until you say so.” Evelyn frowns as I continue. “I need you to remember this word … empress. Say it.”

  “Empress.”

  “No matter what happens, do not forget this word. Empress is your safe word. The moment you say this word, everything stops in an instant. I won't question why you're using it, and I will never make you feel guilty for it. If you ever feel uncomfortable in any way, you simply say the word empress, and we stop. Do you know why I’ve chosen the word empress?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Because you are an empress, Evelyn. An empress is a female ruler of an empire, and while this is my house and these are toys I’ve purchased, you are the one who rules this empire. Submission is your choice. You give yourself to me because you choose to, and the moment you choose otherwise, everything comes to a halt. Therefore, you're the one who’s really in control. I can only be your dominant if you allow me to be. The moment you say I’m no longer in control, it’s over. You're bigger than me. You’re more powerful than I am. You control me, just as I control you. I dominate it all, only because you say I can. You're the empress. I belong to you. Do you understand?”

  As I look at her, the stress and angst slowly drain from Evelyn’s beautiful face. It’s as if I’m watching her realize how much control she has in this situation. The whole time she thought she didn't have any control, but in reality, she has all of it.

  “Yes, sir,” she says, and I see a tiny smile playing at her lips.

  “Good. Now, what is your safe word?” I ask as I place my hands at the bottom of my shirt and prepare to take it off.

  “My safe word is empress.”

  “Good. Why?”

  “Because I rule this empire,” Evelyn answers as I lift my shirt over my head, revealing concrete abs and a brick and mortar chest. “You have control of me because I give you control. I can take it back with a single word. Therefore, I’m in control.”

  I drop my shirt on the floor behind me and face Evelyn. “Very good. Now that we’ve gone over the rules, I’ll ask one last time. After this, I won't ask again. Ever. After this, you’ll be my submissive, and I will be your dominant. Everything will change from this moment on, so be sure to think about your answer.” I pause, allowing Evelyn to think about what I’m going to say before I say it. I can already see she has her mind made up, and I’m overflowing with joy and lust. “So, Evelyn, shall we proceed?”

  She licks her lips and exhales. “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter 13

  ~ MALCOLM ~

  “Stand still. Don't move unless I tell you to,” I command. My face is stern as I stare into Evelyn’s ocean blue eyes and walk around her still body, inspecting her. Her skin is covered by the black shirt and leggings, and I don't like it.

  After walking a circle around her, I step up from behind and lower myself to my knees. She turns around to try to look down at me, but I stop her.

  “I said don't move,” I growl, and she snaps her head forward again.

  Savoring every inch of skin as it is revealed, I lower Evelyn’s leggings, letting my fingers graze her skin as the fabric glides down. I watch her skin develop goose bumps, and it puts a smile on my face to see her react to me. When I pull her panties down, Evelyn’s breathing picks up. It doesn't matter how much I talk, she’ll be nervous about this until she learns she doesn't have a reason to be. I have to show her.

  Once I’ve lifted each of her feet to remove the pants and black lace panties, I position myself in front of Evelyn, staying on my knees. I gaze up at her and see her eyes looking out above me. She’s obeying, and I love it. I reward her by pressing my tongue against her clit and gliding across it. She lets out a sensual moan just as I back away.

  “You taste so good,” I tell her. “I can't wait to have all of you in my mouth. I want to drink you in. After I do this once, you're going to want it all the time.”

  She lets out another moan, but this one is of frustration as I stand up instead of continuing to lick her pussy. I want to lick it, but there's more to do first. Submission is all about patience for both of us. She wants it, and I want to give it to her, but waiting and foreplay make the experience ten times wetter if it’s done right. Once we finally get what we want, it'll hit us both like a head-on collision.

  As I stand up, I place my hands under Evelyn’s shirt and lift it up and over her head, exposing her bare flesh and breasts, as she was braless. Now that she's completely naked, I stand back and marvel at her beauty. Holy fucking shit she’s gorgeous. Phenomenal. Perfect.

  “Jesus,” I mumble to myself before speaking loud enough for her to hear me. “You're fucking flawless. I mean it, Evelyn, no one in their right mind could ever ask for something more. It’d be pure greed driven by insanity, because I don't think more exists.”

  Evelyn blushes and flashes a smile. Her eyes scan my body and fill with desire as I step toward her.

  “You want to touch me?” I ask as I stop only inches away from her. Our skin is so close I can feel her heat reaching out and caressing me.

  “Yes, sir,” she says, and I moan in her ear.

  “Mmm. Not until you earn it,” I reply, just before placing my shirt over her eyes and tying it behind her head so she can’t see. Once the makeshift blindfold is secure, I guide her backwards onto the bed. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes … sir. Yes, sir,” she stammers.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes, sir. I trust you.”

  “Good.” While straddling her, I reach up to one of the bedposts and pull down a black rope that’s tied to it and wrap the loose end around Evelyn’s wrist. I do this four times, until her wrists and ankles are bound to the four bedposts. She has enough slack to move a little, but it’s very little, and once she realizes she’s completely bound, her breathing ticks up again.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask again, as I move myself to the edge of the bed.

  Evelyn releases a loud exhale before answering. “Yes, sir.” She's trying to settle her nerves, but she won't have to for much longer. I’m ready to begin.

  Without another word, I plunge my tongue into Evelyn’s pussy. She gasps as I work myself into a frenzy, weaving in and out of her wet pussy, sliding up and down her clit. My head moves side to side like I’m paranoid as I work to bring her to orgasm. My tongue goes wild in the beginning, licking and sucking everything I can reach with my mouth, before hitting a consistent soft caress on her clit. Once I’m on the spot, I stay there until she’s ready to exp
lode, no matter how long it takes.

  “Oh god,” she mumbles above me as my tongue stays gently pressed against her clit, and I slide two fingers into her pussy, curling them both up to hit her G-spot. “Oh my …” she says, unable to complete the sentence as she’s wrapped up in an orgasm that tightens all of the muscles in her limbs and they strain against the ropes, quivering for a few seconds before relenting.

  I stand up and look at Evelyn’s body, which is now slick with sweat and faded pink all over. Even with her blindfold on, she’s still stunning, and I can't wait to start again.

  “You like it?” I ask as she breathes hard and heavy on top of the black sheets.

  “Yes. Yes, sir,” she answers, correcting her mistake. She’s new to this, so I let it slide this time.

  I leave Evelyn on the bed as I walk over to the black chest of drawers near the stairs and open the second drawer. Inside, I find an array of small vibrators, and I choose a black Bullet that is made specifically for clitoral stimulation before making my way back to the bed.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask again.

  Evelyn, between heavy panting, says, “Yes, sir.”

  “Why?”

  “Because …”

  “Because what?”

  “Because I know you won't hurt me,” she says, and my smile is full of satisfaction.

  “That’s right,” I agree as I position myself between her bound legs again. “I would never hurt you. My job is to please you the same way yours is to please me. All I need is for you to trust that I can and will bring you all of the satisfaction you desire. I just need your trust, Evelyn. For example—I have something in my hand. Do you trust that it’s not to hurt you?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you trust that it will feel good?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you trust that I know what you want, and my only desire is to give it to you?”

  “Yes, sir. I trust you.”

  “Good, girl.”

  I turn on the Bullet and press it against Evelyn’s clit. She jumps from the touch of it, before settling into the mattress like she’s melting.

  “Fuck … me,” she utters to herself. Her voice is soft and raspy, and I love hearing her this way. I love seeing her bury the back of her head into the pillow as her body tightens from the stimulation.

  “Tell me how it feels,” I command.

  “It’s so good … so intense. Fuck.”

  “Good. I want you to come for me, Evelyn. I want to watch you come. I want to see your body tighten and spasm. I want to see you swaddled in pleasure. I want to hear your voice when it’s filled with ecstasy. Let me hear it, Evelyn. Come for me.”

  “Oh god,” she mumbles as she tightens her legs, locking her knees before going completely still. I watch her sink beneath the sensation between her legs and stay there until she comes again. Her voice is twisted into a guttural growl and the skin on her neck turns bright red. My cock stiffens at the sight of it. When Evelyn comes, she comes hard. It’s perfect. I could watch it over and over again like my favorite movie, and the more I see it, the more I crave it.

  As Evelyn struggles to regain control of her breathing, I slip out of my pants and slide a condom over my rock hard shaft. As I climb on top of her, I lean forward and kiss her, sucking her tongue into my mouth. I swallow her moans as I slide into her, and I’m overtaken by how good it feels.

  This is the night I've been waiting for since the moment I first laid eyes on her in her office. Now that I have her tied to this bed, I couldn't be more excited to feel her. I use my cock as a weapon, pounding in and out of Evelyn’s soaked pussy. I use every inch at my disposal and don't hold back in the slightest as I fuck her with my thumb pressed against her sensitive clit. Each and every stroke is long, hard, and deep, and after only a few minutes, Evelyn is ready again.

  “Oh my fucking god … I’m … again…” she stammers as she screams out another orgasm. Seeing her flushed red skin convulse beneath me is all I need to send me careening into my own orgasm, and the Black House is filled to the ceiling with our screams of pleasure. Our voices raise high above us and glide across it like smoke from a fire.

  After it’s all said and done, I untie Evelyn’s limbs and remove my shirt from her face, and the two of us crawl beneath the soft black sheets of the bed once we cool off.

  “That was … I don't even know,” Evelyn says after a loud exhale.

  “That was your first time as my submissive,” I reply. “There's so much more we can do. That was just a taste. So, what’d you think?”

  “I think what you told me in your session with me was true.”

  “Which part?”

  “When you said there was no going back after doing it this way. I get it now,” Evelyn says, smiling at me. “You were right. I want it this way … all the time.”

  I smile like I just realized I have the winning lottery ticket. “Well, I’m here to serve, my empress.”

  LAST STRAWS

  Chapter 14

  ~ KIMBERLY ~

  I wasn't sure it was going to happen, but here we are. Trent shocked the hell out of me by agreeing to continue therapy with Dr. Colson, and as we drive in our truck on our way to his office, I feel a sense of hope brewing in my stomach.

  The past week has been better, aside from the car-kicking incident at the job site in Frederica a few days ago. Since then, though, Trent and I haven't had a single fight. We’ve maneuvered through each day with love and laughter, just like we used to do before we got married—before Trent started obsessing over what I wear and who I talk to. I love the sound his voice makes when he just lets loose and laughs out loud. He always enjoyed just kicking back and having a good time, and after seeing that in him again this week, I feel confident we can go back to that place. I think Dr. Colson can help us get there. I can feel it.

  “Oh my god, I love this song,” Trent says as he turns to me. “After this, I’ll be one hundred percent ready for some therapy by a so-called doctor.”

  He turns up the radio and I smile. “Oh, this is Sam Hunt. I love him.”

  “Of course you do, sweetheart,” Trent says behind a chuckle. “If you didn't like this song, I couldn't even be married to you. Hard to Forget is an amazing song. I bet Dr. Colson wouldn't like it.”

  I let out a giggle, although the back-to-back comments about Dr. Colson are putting me a bit on edge now that we’re close to arriving.

  As I nod my head along to the music, my phone lets out a cheery chime from my pocket. It sounds like any other notification. It’s probably Facebook or Instagram, but since we won't be able to look at our phones while in Dr. Colson’s office, I decide to check my notifications one last time before we go in. I pull my cell from my pocket and see the notification from Facebook is from a friend of mine. Without thinking about it in the slightest, I automatically begin to type out a reply.

  “Who’s that?” Trent says next to me, and without looking over at him, I can feel his eyes boring into the side of my face. It’s as if someone just turned on a heat lamp inside the truck.

  “Oh, it’s just Karen,” is all I say as I continue typing.

  “Oh yeah? What’s she up to?” Trent asks. His eyes shift to the road for the briefest of seconds before snapping back over to me.

  “Nothing much. Geez, don't kill us over it. Keep your eyes on the road, honey.”

  “Why?”

  I look over at him and frown, hoping my expression says, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “Umm, so we don't die,” I snip, but I cover it with a playful giggle. The truth is often said in jest.

  Trent chuckles, but it’s obviously forced and fake. Nonetheless, I finish typing out my reply to Karen and shove my phone back into my pocket. Once I’m settled, I look up and see we’ve made it into downtown Dover and are only a minute or so from Dr. Colson’s office. After scanning the road, I look over to find Trent glaring at me.

  “Geez, what the fuck?” I snap.

  “
What? I’m just wondering what’s going on with Karen,” Trent fires back as if I’m crazy for wondering why he's staring at me like a goddamn psycho.

  “Since when do you care about what’s going on with Karen? You haven't even met her before. She's a friend of mine from school. You know, before I met you.”

  “I don't know, I guess I’m just curious. What’d she have to say?”

  “Trent, why?”

  “Why not? Either Karen said some mundane, run of the mill crap, or it wasn't Karen at all and you don't want me to know who it was or what they said. Which one is it, Kim?”

  “Oh my fucking god, Trent. You think I’m lying that it was Karen? Why would I do that?”

  “I don't know. Why would you?”

  “Okay, this is fucking stupid. It was Karen, and she just asked how I’d been since we hadn't talked in a couple of months. She left the comment on the picture I posted of myself last night, so you can go to that picture and see the comment and the time she left it for yourself. Jesus.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Trent says, backtracking and taking the edge off of his voice as he pulls into the parking lot of Dr. Colson’s office building. “I wasn't trying to be pushy. I’m sorry if you were offended.”

  “Whatever.” I cross my arms and look out my window so I don't have to see him trying to look sad.

  “Sweetheart, I didn't mean anything by it. I believe you. I believe it was Karen. You know, I’d probably be less ridiculous if you gave me the passwords to all of your social media apps. Then I'd know it was Karen. Or whoever.”

  I turn my head slowly toward my husband. “Are you being serious right now?”

  He doesn't answer.

  “Trent, seriously?”

  “What? I don't know. I'm sorry, I guess I was just joking.”

  “You guess you were just joking? What the hell is wrong with you? You were being serious.”

  “No, I wasn't, sweetheart. It was a joke. I was just trying to get a rise out of you.”