The Fallout (The Therapist #3) - W.S. Greer Page 0,5

maybe I can empathize with them even more. Now I know how it feels to be asked questions, rather than being the one controlling the conversation by asking them. I know how the therapy made me feel, and I think it’s important to have a thorough understanding of your line of work if you ever want to be great at it, and I do want to be great.

Dr. Monroe was definitely great today. It was our first session, and I have to say I was very impressed with how she managed to make me focus on the therapy, because when I first walked into her office, all I could focus on was her. It wasn't so much of what she was wearing. It was her skin that reached out and commanded my attention. It was porcelain and blemish-free, as if she put makeup on every part of her that was exposed. The crazy part is that I don't think she was wearing hardly any makeup at all. Her red hair was a sight to behold, and those blue eyes… breathtaking. After over a month with no sex, gripping her perfect skin with my fingers was all I could think about, but when Dr. Monroe started talking, she captured my mind and made me focus.

The first session of therapy is always the most important one for the therapist, because it’s during this session that the therapist tries to figure out what the goal is for the patient. It’s during that first hour that you’re trying to create a roadmap, a pot of gold at the end of a twisted maze of a rainbow. We say to ourselves, “The patient should get here,” and try to figure out the route to reach the destination like a human GPS. We know there will be obstacles in the way, and we have to have contingency plans on how to deal with both obstacles and total breakdowns. We must be prepared for any way the therapy may go, and every session is vital in constantly trying to figure out our patients.

With all this in mind, all I can think about is the goal Dr. Monroe has set for me. Where does she think I need to go? What is my destination, and how does she plan to get there? What obstacles does she expect on my path?

When I get home after my session with the gorgeous Dr. Monroe, I have therapy on the brain—my own and all of the patients I will encounter tomorrow. I’ll be introduced to a new couple, which is always a little nerve wracking the night before, and thoughts of Dr. Monroe mixed with Ava only add fuel to the fire. My mind feels like its pedal is pressed all the way to the floor, and when I feel this tight, I just want to relax.

I have a usual way of releasing tension in these moments, but I broke it off with her just over a month ago. Nothing would make me happier than walking down the stairs into my basement, where an entire world of kinkery is going to waste.

The Black House is my home within my home. Each and every toy was carefully selected for my pleasure, and if I’m being honest, I chose them all while thinking about the reaction they'd pull from Ava. Now that she's gone, I'm not sure using them will be the same once I get to that place with someone else. How will the Magic Wand feel in my hand when it vibrates against someone else’s clit? I can't even imagine it right now, because my memory only allows me to picture Ava standing before me, trembling as she fights back an orgasm, and begging for my permission to come.

Fuck.

I have to push these thoughts out of my head as fast as possible, or I might make the mistake of trying to call her, or send a text I’ll regret the second I press send.

Instead of ruining my night with something dumb, I walk into my house and let the door slam behind me. The lights are out everywhere, so I’m shrouded in darkness until I reach the living room and turn the switch on a lamp. Light explodes from the LED bulb and the room comes into view.

At the end of the living room is the kitchen, where I’ve had sex with Ava multiple times. I remember a specific time when I used a spatula and two ice cubes on her. I