Shameless (The Therapist #2)

unfasten my pants.
“Yes, sir,” Ava replies, just as I release my belt and let my pants drop to the floor.
“Good. Let’s begin.”

Chapter Eight
~ Malcolm ~
“You belong to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You belong to me, but I do not own you,” I explain as I stand Ava up and position her back against the Saint Andrew’s Cross. I use my feet to spread her legs so they line up with the bottom legs on the large X. “Your body is mine to please, but you are still a free and powerful woman. You are a goddess. You’re a queen, but you are giving yourself to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Ava whispers, as I bend over and clasp the cuffs around her ankles.
“What is your safe word?”
“Cleopatra.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a queen.”
“That’s right. You’re a queen, I’m a king, and tonight we’re going to create our own world for us to rule together. This basement is our kingdom, Ava. It’s ours, to do with what we please. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ava’s breathing speeds up as I raise her hands above her head and place them on the upper arms of the X. The distinct click of the cuffs locking around her wrists pulls excitement from both of us, and once she is bound, I kiss Ava on the neck before taking a step back.
In front of me, Ava is locked into position with her limbs bound and spread. She’s totally naked, and the sight of her standing there, waiting for me to dominate her, makes me harder than I can explain. My eyes roam about her exposed flesh, picking out the places I’m going to squeeze—the places that will tremble beneath my touch. Her tits call to me, and her bare pussy is the most inviting thing I've ever seen. I want to cover it with my mouth and look up at Ava's body as it shakes from the sensation of my tongue working its magic. All in due time.
Ava watches with anticipation as I walk away from her. I go over to the other side of the room where the chest of drawers are located and glance at them both. When I came down, I figured I wouldn’t use anything in them tonight, but Ava’s exquisite body has pulled me in a different direction.
I walk over to the first drawer and slide open the top. The first thing I see is the black flogger with thick black braids that started it all. It’s the toy I was looking at when I decided to build this dungeon of pleasure. I lift it out of its place and smile at the feel of it in my hand. It has a weighted handle to offset the thickness of the braids, and once I’m holding it, I can't put it back down. I turn around and see Ava glaring at the flogger, her face struggling between anxiety and excitement, and I know I've made the right choice.
“Safe word?” I ask Ava for a second time, as I walk back over and position myself in front of her. The new flogger dangles in my hand, poised and ready to be wielded.
“Cleopatra.”
“Don't forget it,” I say in nearly a growl, then I lift my hand and flick my wrist.
The braids of the flogger whip across Ava’s breasts with a low but distinct crack and leave a slew of pink streaks on her flesh. Ava squeals, feeling both the sting of pain and bliss of pleasure. Her breathing quickens again, and I stand back to assess her reaction.
Is it too much for her? Is she going to use the safe word already? Being dominant to me doesn’t mean being brutal. In fact, I’d say it means being even more sensitive to what she needs. There’s an obvious line that can never be crossed, but it must be walked with careful precision.
I lower my head so my eyes are level with Ava’s. We look at each other, and I wait for her reaction. I can tell she’s shocked at the sensation of this particular flogger, but the shock doesn’t look like discomfort. She looks turned on, and when Ava smiles at me, I know we’re good. I flash a devilish smile of my own before flicking my wrist a second time, sending the braids streaking across Ava’s breasts again. This time, the sound Ava releases isn’t a squeal. It’s a moan of unmitigated pleasure.
I use the flogger on Ava over and over again, spanking her hard enough to leave a mark, but soft enough not to hurt her too much. The braids crash on her chest, stomach, and legs, and Ava fills the basement up with the sound of her moaning and hard breathing.
After a few minutes, I stop to appreciate my work. Ava’s body is covered in marks that have changed from pink to red, and both of us are exhausted. Breathing heavily, I step forward and place the handle of the flogger under Ava’s chin to lift her head.
“You’re such a good girl,” I say, before licking my lips and pressing my mouth against hers. My tongue dances in Ava’s mouth and hers follows my lead as I rub her sensitive body. I feel her breath shudder in my mouth when I run my hand over her nipples, and I know she’s starting to feel delicate. Her body is ready for a change, and I’m ready to oblige, so I drop the flogger to the floor and lower myself to my knees. The second I’m down, I do what I’ve been dying to, and shove my tongue into Ava’s pussy.
Ava lets out a loud gasp as I lick her clit over and over again. I’m like a machine, fighting through the fatigue I feel under my tongue from overuse. I caress Ava’s clit and look up at her. Just because the room is black doesn’t mean I don’t want to see. I want to see everything. I love watching Ava close her eyes when the feeling