by Ws Greer
Contents
In The Beginning, There Was Sex
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Good Morning, Dr. Colson
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Threatened
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
The Golden Rule
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Dose
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Good News, Bad News
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Open
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
In The End, New Journeys Begin
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
The End
Preview of Shameless (The Therapist #2)
Acknowledgments
More From WS Greer
About the Author
First edition published by Kindle Direct Publishing 2020
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In The Beginning, There Was Sex
1
~Sean~
I’m sweating, and I'm not sure if it’s because of how hot it is in the room or because of how hard I’m working, but the sweat is pouring off of me. I watch it fall and land on Becky’s chest as I hover above her, and have to distract myself from the tiny puddle between her breasts.
She has all of my attention, but when I look at her, I’m not sure I have all of hers. Every now and then, Becky’s eyes seem to fade away, like a TV that keeps losing its picture every so often. It’s as if she’s not here in her head, but her body is lying beneath me.
She’s so beautiful I can barely stand it. Sometimes I can hardly believe I landed Rebecca Richmond, but it’s been over a year now, and the two of us are still together. She’s still my everything, and I'm hers. Yet, I still haven't figured out everything about her, and this is it. This is the part that continues to be a mystery to me.
I look down on Becky, and I yearn to watch her crumble beneath me. I want her to scream for me—to scream my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear while I screw her senseless. I mean that literally, by the way. I want to bang Becky so good that she loses all feeling in her limbs. I want her comatose when we’re finished, but that fantasy has been nothing more than just that—a fantasy. Today, however, I’m going to make it come true.
The night started off right: the two of us having dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse in Dover, white wine reaching for the brim of our wine glasses, as I made sure the waiter kept them full all night, and playful touching underneath the table throughout dinner. The more we drank, the more I could tell Becky was ready to get home. She kept letting me know with those round, light brown eyes staring at me the way they do when she wants it. Her foot kept finding its way to my shin and crawling up my leg like a curious spider. The scene had been set from the very beginning, and now it’s on me to bring it home.
“Fuck me harder, Sean,” I hear Becky blurt, and it catches me off guard.
I startle, losing my focus as the memory of our evening together dissipates and I realize the moment I’m supposed to be bringing home has already begun and I’m letting it slip away.
When I look down at Becky, her round eyes glare up at me, and I swear I can sense disappointment peaking out at me from just behind her pupils. She’s trying to hide it, but it’s there. Again.
I focus my energy into thrusting in and out of Becky. She wants it hard? Perfect. That’s how I’m going to give it to her. I have to reposition myself to get my balance just right, but I manage to maneuver into an angle that provides me the perfect posture to give it to Becky how she wants it.
I thrust in and out of her, doing it as hard as I can. Our bodies slap together, and I know I have to be doing it right. Our skin clapping echoes off the walls, the sweat keeps dripping from me like a leaky faucet, and it feels amazing to me. I might not be getting much depth, but Becky can't say I’m not screwing her hard now. She wanted it hard, and this is as hard and as fast as I can do it.
After a minute or two of slamming in and out of Becky like a machine, my breathing starts to rise louder than the sound of our bodies colliding. I'm getting tired, but I’m still determined to satisfy her. I lose more and more of my rhythm as my lungs start to struggle to bring in the amount air I need, and eventually I’m thrown completely off.
Becky lets out a wisp of air beneath me, but when she looks up and sees me watching her, the expression on her face lightens up. She doesn't look mad, and I notice every ounce of effort she has to put into controlling the muscles in her face. She squints her eyes to make herself look more into it than she really is, and she even lets out a squeal to convince me.
“Keep going, baby,” she whispers, and her words are all I need to recharge my battery.
I take a deep breath like I'm about to dive underwater, and start my engine back up, pounding Becky like a madman. She lets out small screams every now and then, and I watch her hand slip down between the two of us. Becky starts to rub her clit, and just watching her sets me ablaze. She’s so gorgeous, and it’s so hot watching her that I slow down just to witness it.
“No, don't stop,” she says, pulling me back into the moment. “Choke me.”
My mind scrambles and I lose control of my body just long enough to stop pumping altogether.
“What?” I ask, because I couldn't have heard her right.
“Choke me, Sean, and don't stop. Keep going,” Becky barks, before grabbing ahold of my hand and placing it on her throat. “Yeah, choke me, and keep fucking me.”
I hate that she had to tell me, but I like what I’m hearing, although it’s hard to believe. This is a first, but it’s so hot that I feel rejuvenated by it. My muscles spring to life and I thrust in and out of Becky just like she asked. My grip on her throat is light, though, because the last thing I want her to do is pass out from me applying too much pressure. Becky lifts her head, forcing her neck into my hand, but I don't want to hurt her, so I make sure to keep my grip loose. I love her too much to hurt her, and not to mention the fact that I’m a man and she’s a woman. I’m stronger than her, and if I squeeze too tight, she might lose consciousness and I'd have to call an ambulance. That’d be an ugly way for the night to end.
“Choke me, Sean! Keep choking me,” Becky demands again, the skin on her neck starting to turn red beneath my grip.
Her eyes are closed and her hand works furiously between us as Becky rubs her clit as fast as she can. It’s in that moment that I look at her face and see how red she is. Her cheeks are flush and a bead of sweat rolls down her face. I’m choking her too hard, I know it. I don't want to hurt her. I can't do that. So, I pull my hand away from her throat and move it down to her breast.
Becky’s breasts are the best I’ve ever seen, and I’m a man who really loves breasts. Some guys love butts, but not me. I’m breasts all the way
, so when my hand finds her supple, thick breast, I’m in heaven. Becky lets out a long breath that confuses me on whether or not it’s a breath of pleasure or anger, but I choose not to linger on that. Instead, I get back to work, pounding Becky with everything in me while I squeeze her beautiful tits together. When I look down at her, it all looks so good that I feel everything surge forward in a rush. I know where this is going, and although I’m not sure if Becky came already or not, I feel myself running towards the edge and there's too much momentum for me to stop myself.
“You're so sexy, Becky,” I yell, as I feel myself take the plunge. “I’m coming!”
It hits me like a train wreck, and my body goes into full spasms. My eyes slam shut, my hands clench into fists, and I fall into a glorious orgasm that curls my toes, before falling down on top of the love of my life.
When I regain my senses, my breathing is long and drawn out. Sweat has formed another tiny puddle on Becky’s chest where my head lays, and I feel like I accomplished my mission. That was fantastic. For me.
“Sean,” I hear Becky call for me, and I smile in anticipation of her praise.
“Yeah. Yes, baby,” I manage to answer between ragged breaths.
“Get off me, please.”
Becky reaches up, places a hand on my shoulder, and pushes me over to the side. The second she’s free from the weight of my body, Rebecca gets up, throws on her black and blue robe, and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
You don't have to be a genius to realize what just happened. That's never been my problem, though. Hindsight and I are best friends, but by then it’s too late. I can never pull it all together in the moment—when I need to .
So, once again, Becky’s in the bathroom riddled with disappointment, and I’m left alone in bed, wondering what it is I’m doing wrong.
2
~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 it’s secure, I kneel behind Ava while I fasten the links on the cuffs together, locking her wrists together behind her back. I let my tongue graze Ava’s shoulder and slide up to her neck before standing up and tossing the keys onto the floor next to her.
The next step I choose to take is to tease my subject. I know Ava is already on the verge—I can sense it in how sensitive her skin is, the way she gets goosebumps from the slightest touch or when my skin is close to hers and she anticipates being touched. I want to take that a step further, so she truly appreciates it when the touch finally does happen. So, I pick up the flogger and let the leather strands graze her shoulder. She shivers at the touch of it, and I smile to myself as I walk around her body, watching her in the mirror. The flogger caresses her shoulder, then slithers to her chest, before slipping down to her breasts just long enough to bring her nipples to peak sensitivity.
“Do you want it?” I ask.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is airy and dripping with eagerness, and I can't help but notice when Ava licks her lips, showing me just how hungry for me she truly is.
“Tell me what you want, Ava,” I demand.
“For you to use the flogger, sir.”
“You want the flogger? You have to earn it. Open your mouth.”
Ava licks her lips once again, just before parting them and letting her mouth drop open for me.
This relationship is give and take. I’m in control, yes, but being in control means more than just making demands. It requires watching. It calls for paying attention to what she wants and then forcing her to earn it. Right now, I know Ava wants to be flogged because she loves it, but what she really wants is my cock in her mouth. She’s been eyeballing it from the moment she knelt in front of me and I unfastened the string on my robe. Now, I take pleasure in giving her what she craves.
I let Ava’s mouth remain open for a moment, before finally stepping in front of her and rubbing the tip of my cock on her top lip, removing her lip gloss. I move slowly, inch by inch, before moving to her bottom lip and repeating the process. When I finally allow her to feel the sensation of my cock entering her mouth, Ava is bursting from the seams. She takes all of me as far back as her mouth will let her without setting off her gag reflex, and my head falls back as she sucks me. She has less control with her hands bound behind her back,
but Ava is still a pro, and I can tell she enjoys what she's doing just as I enjoy letting her do it. After a couple of minutes, just as Ava starts to moan with how much she loves it, I pull my dick away and take a step back. Her mouth stays open as she breathes heavily, taking in long gulps of air. Her desire for me is almost too much to be held in check, but she manages.
Now, I grab the flogger and let it kiss the skin on her chest once again, so she knows what’s about to happen, then I flick my wrist and let the braids slap Ava’s chest. She lets out a chirp of excitement and pleasure before I flick my wrist again, the braids landing on her right thigh this time. She squeals again, and I take a few minutes to walk around using the flogger all over Ava’s defenseless body. I make sure to flog her everywhere but her face and arms, before I demand that she stand up.
Breathing as hard as a sprinter, Ava stands with my help, and I control her by tugging on the handcuffs. I spin Ava around until she’s facing the bed, before pushing her forward and letting her body land on the soft mattress face down.
Once she’s in position, I continue flogging her. The braids spank Ava across her back, legs, and ass over and over again, until her skin is red. I even whip her lightly between her legs, teasing her clit with a sting I know she can handle. Ava moans with each touch of the flogger, and each moan makes my cock harder.
