Shameless (The Therapist #2)

know what a dom is, I assume you haven't read a book, been on the internet, or been to the movies recently. I crave dominance in sex. I ache for being the mastermind of pleasure and orgasmic bliss. I need to feel her quiver beneath my touch. I need to watch her body and her face change as I roam about her flesh. I need to learn what makes her tick, what gets her wet, and what makes her come. I need it this way, and Ava facilitates these desires better than anybody I’ve met in my thirty years of living.
It could be that growing up in Dover, Delaware made it to where my access to the world’s kinkiest people was very limited. Dover is a small town, although it’s surrounded by large cities that are all within three hours of my home. It’s a quiet place, so maybe that’s why finding women who are openly into BDSM and being submissive is hard to do. Or, it could be that Ava is just a special kind of woman whose desire to lose control happens to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s sexy without even trying to be, lustful with no effort. She knows what I want and what I like, and she gives it to me without me having to ask for it. It’s the perfect setup.
Our relationship is give and take. She gives me what I want, and I take that pussy the way she needs it taken. Both parties get what they want, and there’s no confusion about who or what we are. As long as we’re both satisfied, nobody has a reason to complain. Nothing can go wrong. Everything is perfect.

Chapter Five
~ Malcolm ~
“Happy birthday, dear Ava. Happy birthday to you.”
The small gathering of waiters and waitresses finish up their song and begin to clap, as do a few tables next to us as Ava blows out a candle on her little cupcake and smiles for the audience. Once the staff of Outback Steakhouse disperses, Ava’s smile fades in an instant.
“Ugh, I hate when they do that. It’s so embarrassing, Malcolm,” she says to me with both annoyance and delight in her voice. “Why'd you have to do that?”
“To embarrass you,” I answer with a shrug. “I like seeing the look on your face when you're surprised.”
“I bet you do,” Ava shoots back with a sly grin, just before taking the candle out of the chocolate cupcake. She picks up the cake and takes a bite. I watch the chocolate frosting smear on her lips, and I have a quick flashback about the last time she had my cock in her mouth and cum smeared on her lips the same way. I feel a shiver run through me as I remember how she licked it away like it was the most delicious frosting. The woman sitting in front of me is a sexual force to be reckoned with.
After Ava wipes her mouth and puts the cake down, she sips her wine and looks at me with a smile. I smile back, although I know what both of us are thinking, and it doesn't involve smiles. Ava sips her wine before speaking to me over the glass.
“So, how was work? Anything new and exciting?”
“Well, first of all, you know I can't talk about my patients,” I say, with a nod of my head. “Secondly, if you're wondering if I met a patient I’m attracted to the way I was attracted to you the first time you came gliding into my office, the answer is of course not. You don't have to keep asking me that.”
“It’s not that,” Ava says with a playful smirk signaling her lie. “I just wanted to see how things were going at the office. I haven't been there in a while. Just interested in your work.”
“I see,” I say behind a scoff. “Well, it’s going well. My list of patients keeps growing, so I’m busier than ever, but making great money while also helping a lot of people. Everything is running smoothly. Great patients, great money… you. Life is good.”
Ava’s body pauses while her eyes lock onto me. She’s stunning tonight, wearing a red dress that hugs her body like a comforting friend. Ava is five-foot-six and a hundred-seventy pounds of pure thickness. In a dress like this, her ass and hips are on full display, and they draw countless eyes in her direction. Her dark brown hair is wavy tonight and flowing behind her shoulders, and her oval, brown eyes peer right into my soul. She’s the most gorgeous woman in the room no matter which room she’s standing in, and when she looks at me, I feel it in my chest.
“So, you're happy with me?” Ava asks as her eyes suddenly fill with tears teasing to spill over. “You don't regret risking your career for me?”
I frown. “What? Of course not. The past couple of months have been great. I’ve got nothing to complain about, Ava. We’re good.”
Ava smiles so beautifully I swear I can hear the plates on the table let out a gasp. I know she has some insecurities that have carried over from her past and her relationship with Lucas. There are times when she needs reassurance, and I know it’s all about problems with trust. The therapist in me knows Ava has issues she still has to deal with, but I’m no longer her therapist. I’m her boyfriend. My job isn't to provide therapy now, it’s to support her, so while I know she has issues she’s working on, I’m here for her now in a different capacity than before.
Before I can say anything else, Ava gets up from her seat. As she rises, she glares at me in the way she knows I love, and I stare back. I watch her straighten out her skin tight red dress, pulling the fabric down her thick, luscious body inch by inch, before finally walking over to