The Therapist (The Therapist #1)

By W.S. Greer

My name is Dr. Malcolm Colson. During the day, I’m dedicated to helping relationships stay afloat. At night, I swim in a sea of erotica. My two lives never cross paths, but navigating them both definitely takes its toll.

On my side of the therapist’s couch, I crave control. When my submissive, Ava Pierson, starts to break the rules of our relationship, I find myself grappling to keep things on track.

On the other side of the couch is Sean Tillman, a humble man dealing with the familiar problem of not knowing how to please his woman. I have just the prescription Sean needs, if he’s willing to be open-minded, and learn that satisfying a woman often requires admitting you don't know as much as you think you do, and learning to go the extra mile.

If I could listen to my own advice, my life would be simple. But as the pages turn, I learn that I’m the best at giving advice, and the absolute worst at taking it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: W.S. Greer
• Release date: Jun 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463786734

W.S. Greer

WS (Will) Greer is the author of bestselling novels such as Claiming Carter (The Carter Series), Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance), and The Therapist (The Therapist Series). He's also a USAF veteran since 2004, and is still serving today, after 3 deployments to the middle east and countless assignments overseas.WS grew up in Clovis, NM, and now resides in Delaware, where he lives with his family, and continues to write romantic thrillers and suspense like he's running out of time (shout out to Hamilton!).To learn more about WS Greer, please visit wsgreer.wordpress.comFind WS on social media:Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorWSGreerInstagram: www.instagram.com/author_ws_greerTwitter: www.twitter.com/authorwsgreerAmazon Central: http://amzn.to/2kztq7ZBookBub: http://bit.ly/2P6kzO8

Book preview

1

~S ean~

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

~M alcolm~

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