there's something important we need to discuss. Meet me at Cheddar’s in Camden. Eight o’clock.
Ava: Okay. I’ll be there. Can't wait to see you. Dessert after?
Shit. I swallow hard and try to suppress my desire to have Ava on her knees in front of my bed. My memory of it is too clear to ignore. I see her there in my mind, completely naked with her eyes trained on me, unmoving. I see the drawers of my bed open, showcasing every instrument of pleasure I’ve collected over the years since I realized my need to be a Dom. I see the toys and I see Ava, and before I can type up a response, I realize my cock is hard. It’s been a while since we fucked, and my body is telling me what it wants. I hate to fight it, but I have to.
Me: This isn't a hookup, Ava. We need to talk. I’ll see you at eight.
I put the phone down and feel the need to exhale. Letting out my breath in a whoosh, I sit up straight and try to concentrate on something else so that my erection will go away. It’s a difficult thing to do, but I manage to focus my mind elsewhere, and my cock starts to cooperate.
“Dr. Colson, your next appointment is here,” I hear Keisha’s voice call to me over the intercom, and I breathe another sigh of relief. Now I’ll have something to fully distract me from thoughts of Ava in my bedroom.
As I get up from my desk, I adjust my pants so that nothing looks out of place. My dick is no longer hard, but it’s still slightly aroused and thick with blood, so I have to move things around a bit. Once everything is set in the right place, I start to walk towards the door, but I hear my phone chirp a text notification, and I stop. When I look at the phone, I feel the sudden need to adjust everything all over again, because I can practically hear the words slithering from her mouth and reaching for me.
Ava: Yes, sir.
Fuck.
20
~ Macolm ~
“Well, if your posture and obvious uptick in happiness is any indication, I’d say things are going well with Becky?”
Sean Tillman sits in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest, but he’s smiling. Having his arms crossed isn't defensive for him today, now it’s about containment. He’s trying to hold his happiness inside and literally using his arms to do it. Whether he took my advice or not is yet to be known, but Sean is obviously in a better place.
“Yeah,” Sean says, his voice cheery and bright. He’s wearing baby blue hospital scrubs. This is the first time I’ve seen him before he has to go to work. “Things have been great at home, I’m proud to admit.”
“That’s great, Sean. I’m happy for you. So, what changed in the past week that made things so much better?”
“Well first off, I took your advice,” Sean admits, still smiling as he leans forward. It’s not just his happiness that has skyrocketed, it seems his confidence has as well.
“Would this be the advice about masturbation?” I ask.
“Yeah, it was, actually. After our last session, we had a change in our schedule, and Becky ended up coming home after me, so I was able to time things perfectly. I can't believe I’m saying this, but I actually did it. I masturbated just like you said, and we had ourselves some dinner and watched TV before moving on to drinks. After it was all done, it had been, like, three hours since I’d masturbated, and I felt good. That night, we had the best sex of our lives. You should've seen it, Dr. Colson, she was struggling to catch her breath, and going on and on about how amazing it was. For me, that’s a huge deal.”
“Wow, that’s great. I’m impressed,” I tell him. “I wasn't sure if you’d be able to do it, considering the way Becky might feel about it, but I’m glad you were able to, and I’m even happier that it worked the way we planned. So, you were able to last longer?”
“Oh man, I lasted way longer,” Sean nearly shouts. “And the best part was that I was able to focus on pleasing her instead of worrying about keeping myself from coming too soon. Once I realized I didn't have to worry about myself, I put all my attention on making