Shameless (The Therapist #2)

becomes too much for her to keep them open. If you’re not paying attention to your lover when you're in this position, you're setting yourself up for failure, because all the signs you need to tell you if you're doing it correctly are right there in front of you. It’s all in her body language. Ava’s body tells me I’m doing it right, and it hits a fever pitch when I slide two of my fingers inside her pussy and curl them upward to hit her g-spot.
“Oh, fuck!” Ava blares the second I touch the spot, and I use both my fingers and my tongue to bring Ava to a house-rattling orgasm. She earned it after being flogged.
I savor the taste of her in my mouth and relish the feeling of her wetness all over my face as I stand up.
“Taste it, Ava,” I command, as I lean over and let Ava kiss me again. She licks all over my mouth and chin, sucking up her juices. This woman is so unbelievably hot. Every time she touches me I want to fuck her senseless.
I pull myself away from Ava once again, walking away from her without saying a word. She breathes hard behind me as I walk back over to the chest of drawers and place the flogger back inside. Once it’s back in its place, I step over to the next chest of drawers and grab a black, cordless Magic Wand vibrator. It’s smaller than the corded white ones, which is perfect for this occasion.
Before walking back to Ava, I make sure to remove my boxers. I know Ava is watching, so I take my time, standing there with my bare ass facing her, before sheathing my cock with a condom and turning around. Ava licks her lips when she sees my erect shaft, like she’s literally hungry for it, and once we’re face to face, I let her feel it just a bit by rubbing the head against her sensitive clit. She gasps for me, and I smile.
“Are you ready to feel every single inch of me?” I ask, just before leaning over and licking her neck.
She lets out a soft moan before answering, “Yes, sir.”
I reach between us and grab ahold of my erection, pushing it inside of Ava with ease. She’s so wet I’m surprised she isn’t dripping, and I use the lubricant as motivation to go insane. I immediately start to pound in and out of Ava. Our bodies crash together repeatedly, and both of us moan into the air. I feel Ava wanting to reach down and grab me, but her hands and feet are still bound to the X, so she has no choice but to stand there and let me ravage her.
After a few minutes of pure fucking, I grip the vibrator in my palm and slide it between us, pressing it against Ava’s clit. She lets out a shriek of surprise and pleasure as the vibrations start to work on her, and I know it won't be long before she erupts again. Fucking while standing up is a task, but I manage to pull it off with efficiency as I get up on the balls of my feet for extra leverage, and I’m spurred on by Ava’s screams.
“Fucking Christ,” Ava yells up at the ceiling. “I’m gonna come again. Oh, god! Can I please come? Shit!”
“Come for me…”
I’m interrupted by Ava’s growling scream. She’s rocked by an orgasm that seems as though it comes from the deepest parts of her soul, and the shriek she lets out is throat-shredding. The flesh on Ava’s neck turns red and I see thick veins bulging just beneath her skin. Her orgasm is so fantastic, I couldn’t hold back my own even if I wanted to. I let out my own howl of pleasure as I come with Ava, and both of us have nothing left to give except hard breathing and moans of exhaustion.
“Oh fuck,” is all Ava manages to say as I pull myself out of her and drop the vibrator onto the floor. My body feels war-torn, and I want nothing more than to crawl over to the bed and go to sleep, but I take time to unfasten Ava from the cross. The second her limbs are free, both of us crash to the floor next to each other.
We breathe like we’ve just been saved from nearly drowning, and I don’t even realize I’ve fallen asleep until I’m being woken up by a soft kiss on the cheek from Ava. When I open my eyes, she’s fully dressed and back to normal.
“Goodnight, Malcolm. Sleep tight, my love,” she whispers into my ear, just before stepping away and disappearing up the black stairs.

Repairs


Chapter Nine
~ Tessa ~
Monday mornings suck, even if you haven’t just been dumped by your asshole ex-boyfriend. This particular Monday morning will be extra annoying, though, because today is the day I have to tell my mother that my relationship with Brandon is over. We all go through issues with our parents at some point or another, but my mother is on a whole different level, and this particular issue is in a completely different stratosphere for her.
My parents, Jack and Judy Milton, are traditional, to say the least. They’re conservative by nature, and have a bad habit of pushing their agenda on me, even if I’m kicking and screaming the entire time. I love them, but we’re almost nothing alike, and it causes tension.
For instance, my mother, Judy Milton, married my father when she was eighteen years old, and by the time she was twenty, I’d already been born. My father, Jack, was twenty-three on his wedding day. So, my parents have this notion in their head that I have to follow in their footsteps, while also wanting me to be more successful than them, even though they own their own business and are doing quite well for themselves. I’m proud of my parents’ success, and that