by Ws Greer
“Get up,” I say, but when I speak this time, there’s nothing but aggressiveness and certainty in my tone. Even with the voice she recognizes, Ava is still defiant, testing me.
“No, sir,” she says, as she lifts her eyes to meet mine.
Before I say another word, I bend forward and wrap my hands around Ava’s throat. She gasps as I apply pressure to the sides of her neck, making sure to stay away from her windpipe, because this is about dominance, not abuse.
“You know the rules, Ava,” I say into her ear. “You know you're not allowed to come to my place of work and do this shit, yet here you are. To add insult to injury, you disobey me. Now, you must be punished. So, get the fuck up. Now.”
I tighten my grip on the sides of Ava’s neck just a bit, and use it to help her get to her feet. With my hand still in place, I lean forward and whisper into her ear.
“I’m going to let you go, and you're going to go over to my door and lock it. Afterwards, you will walk back to my desk and bend over, laying your upper body on the desk and poking your ass out for me. Do you understand?”
Ava gasps beneath my grip. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now go.”
I let go of Ava and watch as she makes her way over to my door wearing absolutely nothing. I watch her thick ass sway back and forth, and as I watch, I unfasten my pants and let them drop to the floor. By the time Ava turns around, I’m wearing nothing from the waist down, and my hard cock is out in the open, standing completely erect and jutting out from beneath my shirt. Ava sees it and licks her lips in anticipation. I know what she wants, but she won't be allowed. Not yet.
I stand at the side of my desk as Ava walks over and does as I told her. She bends over, laying her torso on the cold surface before arching her back and sticking her ass up.
“Higher,” I demand, and Ava pokes it out further. “Good girl. Now don’t move, and don't speak. You won't say another word until I grant you permission to.”
Tempted to say, “Yes, sir,” I hear Ava swallow the words back down.
I walk around Ava’s body, taking in the sight of her. She’s so gorgeous it hurts to not be inside of her right now. I want to feel her pussy pulsating around my cock as she comes all over me. However, Ava deserves punishment, so I’ll have to forego my desires a bit. I’m limited because I don't have the entire Black House at my disposal, but I’m also constrained by time. Tessa is probably parking her car right now, so I have to get to it.
I approach Ava from behind and run my hand over her bare pussy. She gasps, and I allow myself a moment to revel in the sound before inserting my thumb into her. Ava releases a quiet chirp as I curve my thumb downward towards her stomach, finding her g-spot.
“You’ve been very disobedient today, Ava,” I whisper, as I begin fucking Ava with my thumb while keeping it curved to hit her g-spot. “You have a problem with boundaries, and I don't like that. You claim you love me, but constantly break my rules. It’s intriguing to me, but also annoying. It’s frustrating as fuck. You're going to know what that feels like.”
I thrust my thumb into Ava’s pussy over and over again, and the sound of how wet she is starts to grow louder, threatening to escape through the locked door. I should care, but the dom in me is in full control now, and I keep going, fucking her harder and faster, until I see Ava’s hands tighten around the edges of the desk. I know she’s close, and I know when she comes it'll be like a volcanic eruption since I’m all over her g-spot. She's ready to let it out, and just as she reaches the peak, I pull my thumb out completely and take a step back.
Ava lets out a groan, and I know she wants to complain.
“Don't say a word,” I snip before she can speak. “You disobey, and you're punished. Those are the rules. Now, don't fucking move.”
Ava tightens her jaw, but doesn't speak. I can see how wet her pussy is from here, and I quickly step up behind her and slide my thick cock inside. Ava moans into the desk, struggling to keep it all sucked down, and it only becomes more difficult as I start to fuck her with a fury.
The beauty of Ava is that I don't have to hold back with her. If I were dating someone else or someone new, I wouldn't be able to shake the feeling that the person I’m with couldn't handle all of me. Whether it be the spanking, choking, flogging, or my cock thrusting deep and hard like a blood-filled piston, I’d feel worried about hurting someone new or giving them more than they could handle. With Ava, I’m unchained. I’m free to give her all of me in every way, and I bask in it each and every time I fuck this woman.
I fuck Ava with the strength of two men at once. It doesn't matter to me that we’ve been fucking for four months and dating for two. I fuck like it’s the first time, every single time. I fuck like this is our first date and I want her to remember me forever. I fuck like I’m trying to impress her, even though she's already fully aware of what I’m capable of. I fuck like I don't want to be the best just once, but every time we’re together. Each time has to be equal to or top the last time. There can be no regression. No excuses. No letdowns. I fuck in a way that makes her want to tell her friends about it, but is afraid to out of fear that they'll want a taste of me, too. Sex is everything to me, and if other men aren't doing it this way—if they aren't trying to impress their women every single time they fuck, then they're out of their minds and need to come sit on my couch for a few sessions on how to satisfy their significant other. I refuse to give less than my absolute all—no matter what time it is, no matter how tired I am, no matter how stressful my day was. She will get the best of me.
My cock thrusts in and out of Ava over and over again, and I can feel the desk starting to move. It scoots forward just a bit with each powerful thrust of my cock, and I know the sound is reaching Keisha. I know she’s pissed about it, too, but I don't care. I’m too far gone now, and I can feel the pressure of an orgasm creeping up on me. My body reaches the summit, and just before I barrel over the edge, I pull out.
“I’m going to come,” I say in a loud whisper. “Get on your knees.”
Ava gasps with excitement as she gets up from the desk and drops to the floor. Her hands find my cock and start to stroke it as she sucks me into her mouth just before I come. Like me, Ava doesn't give a single fuck, and keeps her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft as I come. I quiver above her as she keeps stroking me, swallowing all of me without the slightest hesitation. My god, what a fucking woman.
Once I’ve recovered, I look down at Ava, who stays propped up on her knees with her eyes locked onto me.
“You may speak,” I tell her as I reach for my pants.
“Now that’s the Malcolm I know and love,” Ava says with a giggle and wide grin.
I smile, even though I feel something else deep down. Whatever it is, it feels a lot like regret—probably the way an addict feels when they know they've just fallen off the wagon. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't help myself, and now I feel like shit. I don't even know what to say, and before I can gather my thoughts, I hear Keisha’s voice over the intercom.
“Umm, excuse me, Dr. Colson,” Keisha says, and I can hear the gravel covering every letter in her words. “Your patient, Tessa, is here. She’s waiting.”
I clear my throat, which probably only makes things worse because it makes me sound guilty. “Okay. Thank you, Keisha. I’ll be right out.”
Ava smiles again as she grabs her clothes off the floor and rushes to get them on. I follow her lead and jump into my pants before going over to my mirror and making sure I don't look crazy. Ava does the same and in just a few seconds, we’re standing at my door.
“I’ll call you later,” I tell Ava, just as I place my hand on the door handle.
Ava smiles like a child who just got away with breaking the house rules.
“Mm-hmm,” she says with raised eyebrows. “It’s so good to know I can always coax that out of you.”
I look at Ava with a stunned expression, and she reaches up and turns the door handle for me before walking out o
f the office. She saunters past Keisha with a grin on her face, and Keisha stares daggers at me once Ava is out the door. I don't even bother looking at her, because I already know what she’s thinking. Instead, I look over at Tessa, who’s smiling with her lips pressed together.
“Good morning, Tessa,” I say, after clearing my throat again and hoping Tessa couldn't hear my desk sliding across the floor. I’m also hoping I can shake the frustration I feel from being manipulated. Again.
Chapter Eighteen
~ Malcolm ~
Tessa struts into the room wearing black jeans with a white and black crop top hoodie that shows her stomach a bit when she raises her arms. Her hair is loose and showering down her back, and her makeup is flawless today. It’s not a requirement for a woman to have her makeup on point, but Tessa seems to have focused on it today, and it’s obvious. It’s a change from how I’ve seen her in the past. She’s dressed comfortably, but she made sure it still looked good. I applaud the effort.
I, on the other hand, have to pull my shit together. As the two of us go to sit down, I notice a long brown hair on my shirt and have to rush to pull it off. My desk is closer to the wall than it should be, but it’s too late to move, so I ignore it and hope Tessa does too. Plus, I can't help but think that the office is wafting with the smell of recent sex. It’s a smell that is pungent, and one I usually enjoy because I’m kinky that way, but it’s not something my patients should be forced to deal with.
Forcing myself to ignore it all and focus on Tessa, the two of us sit down. Tessa places her hands in her lap and makes direct eye contact with me, and I feel like there's something different about her. She looks like she’s gotten over the breakup with Brandon, and came out the other side stronger than before.
“So, how have things been going?” I ask to begin our session. Tessa flashes a humble smile and nods her head.
“It’s been okay,” Tessa replies. “But I think things are about to change. I think I want them to change.”
“Interesting. How so?”
“Well, I have a date tonight.”
“That’s great.”
“It is. I’m excited, but also a little worried.”
“That’s understandable. You just got out of a two-year relationship, and now you’re about to start dating. I think nerves come with the territory.”
Tessa shrugs. “Yeah, but this is a different kind of date, so I’m extra nervous.”
“Different, how?” I ask, just before grabbing my yellow notepad and preparing to write.
“This isn’t the kind of date where I’m looking to see if the person can be a lifelong partner. I’m not looking for a husband, or even a boyfriend.” When I tilt my head in confusion, Tessa continues. “I went to Applebee’s with my best friend recently, and while I was there, I realized that I’ve gone my entire life listening to what other people told me. I’ve ignored my desires every step of the way, especially when it came to my mother. If she told me not to date around because it made me look loose or like a whore, I believed her and made sure I stayed in a relationship. She’s been trying to make me be like her for as long as I can remember, and I’ve gone along with it. But, that stops now.
“I’ve been my mother’s little doll for so long, I don’t even know what I like. I couldn’t tell you what type of man I’m interested in. I have no idea what I like sexually, or even what constitutes great sex for me. I’m not sure I’ve ever had great sex. I barely know anything about myself, and that’s ridiculous. So, when I set up this date tonight, I decided that I wasn’t looking to appease my mother by telling her this next guy is the best guy. I’m going to be completely open and honest with myself. If I don’t like the guy, I’m not going to waste my time. Maybe I’ll even have sex for the fun of it. Who knows? I just need to learn what I like, then I’ll go from there once I feel ready to slow down. Right now is about learning, however long it takes.”
I raise my eyebrows in surprise and smile. “Wow. Well, I’m impressed and I applaud you. Not many people who’ve lived under their parents’ thumb can pull themselves from underneath that pressure. It takes a strong person to break free and realize that you can do whatever you want in your life. I like it, Tessa. Good for you.”
“But, I do have a concern, though,” Tessa says, furrowing her brow a bit, and releasing a sigh. “While it all sounds good, I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t hear my mother’s voice in the back of my head. When she finds out what I’m doing, she’s going to tell me I’m acting like a whore, and that no man wants a loose woman. What’s your opinion on this, Dr. Colson? If I want to have sex for fun in order to find out about my likes and dislikes, does that make me a whore?”
The furrow in my brow is so deep it nearly gives me a headache. “Absolutely not, Tessa. Even if you wanted to have sex for fun just for the sake of having sex for fun, that still doesn’t make you a whore. You’re a grown woman. It’s not illegal for you to do whatever the hell you want with whoever you want.”
“Yeah, but in the eyes of society, that makes me a slut.”
Now it’s my turn to exhale. “Tessa, please excuse me for being so frank. But, fuck society.” Tessa smiles while I go on. “Let me explain something that I think is important for you to hear. Society sucks, and very rarely gets it right, regardless of the topic. Society judges everyone for everything, especially women, while usually giving passes to men for doing the same things. The word slut is used to attack women for their right to say yes to casual sex. It’s used to shame you for doing what you want, as if choosing to do what you want is wrong. When you don’t want to sleep with a guy and choose to be friends instead, society uses the term ‘friend zone’ to condemn you for saying no to casual sex. To top it all off, society then calls you a bitch when you call men out for almost anything.
“So, let’s review. If you say yes, you’re a slut. If you say no, you're a prude who puts guys in the friend zone, and if you call out this double standard and stigma, then you're a bitch. For a woman, you're almost always wrong in the eyes of a society that values the opinions and actions of men over women. So, fuck it. Take control of your life, and do what you want. Fuck society. Don’t burden yourself with the opinions of strangers who don’t matter and don’t know you at all. You should feel fulfilled in a relationship, and also when you have sex. But, how can you know if you're getting what you need in those areas if you don’t take the time to discover what you like?
“My advice to you, Tessa, is to be selfish right now. You’re a single woman with no children, and that’s great. Take advantage of the opportunity to do what you want. You’re not obligated to live by anybody else’s standards except your own. And for the record, if you're not sure if you've had great sex or not, that means you haven’t.”
The smile on Tessa’s face is so wide it nearly reaches the top of her head. I understand her situation, and I know it’s going to be difficult for her to let go of valuing her mother’s opinion the way she does. It’s very hard to break free of things you’ve been taught from birth. In a sense, it’s brainwashing, and those chains are nearly impossible to break. However, if Tessa can pull it off, she’ll find a world of satisfaction that she never even knew existed.
“Thank you, Dr. Colson,” Tessa says, still smiling. I can see she’s still thinking about it, but getting acceptance in situations like this is always important, especially when you're apprehensive about making a drastic change. Tessa will still have her mother to deal with, but I hope our sessions give her courage to find herself.
“You don’t have to thank me,” I respond. “You should thank yourself for finding the courage to break free of the box that society and your mother had kept you in. Now that you’re out of that box, it’s time for you to discover all that’s out there. Are you ready?”
Tessa, still holding onto her beautiful smile, nods her head. “Yeah, I’m ready. Fuck society.”
Test Flights
Chapter Nineteen
~ Tessa ~
“Wow,
you look incredible,” the nice, young man says as I take a seat across from him. We’re eating at Michele’s in Dover Downs Hotel & Casino, and I couldn’t be more nervous.
The man seated in front of me wearing a blue T-shirt and jeans, is Eric Saur. He’s in the Air Force, and he asked me out after seeing me at Target. He’s an attractive guy. Sort of skinny with thin, silver glasses and hair that’s cut really short. Typical military look. He seems a little nerdy, but so am I, so when he asked for my number, I decided I’d at least give it a shot. Now that I’m here, I don’t know what to expect, but I'm an open book right now and ready to take on new challenges and learn all about what I want. So, my eyes and mind will be wide open tonight.
“I can’t believe you actually said yes,” Eric says once I’m seated and comfortable.
“Oh? Why’s that?” I ask, before ordering a glass of water from the waiter.
“You’re just so beautiful, that’s all,” Eric answers, staring me in the eye as if he wants to make sure I notice his compliment. “I didn’t think someone who looks like you would go for someone who looks like me.”
I frown, because I’m not big on people who fish for compliments by putting themselves down.
“Umm, okay,” I mutter, before speaking up. “You look fine, Eric. So, what’s life like in the Air Force?”
At the mention of his career, Eric sits up straight and gains a few notches of confidence.
“Well, I’m an engineer for the Civil Engineer Squadron,” Eric says, and I immediately think of Missy’s husband, who’s also an engineer, but not in the military. He’s a civilian who works for the Air Force Base. “My job is to help design construction and maintenance projects for the base. I’m the guy who designs buildings and structures for other guys to build and maintain. I also deal with a little bit of budgeting, but that’s the boring part.”