give, but I didn't know how to tell him because I loved his personality so much. He was so sweet, but I didn't want sweet in the bedroom. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted it hard.”
“Ava, stop.”
“I remember getting ready for that session with you. I knew we’d been doing some low key flirting, so I decided not to wear panties under that skirt, and when I switched my legs from one side to the other, I did it slowly. I made sure you could see it, and I recognized it in your eyes when you saw my pussy. You wanted it—to taste it, to touch it, to fuck it.”
“Ava.”
“Face it, Dr. Colson, we fit together because we both have what the other person needs. You crave control, and it turns you on more than anything to have it. You love when I do what you tell me to do. It just so happens that I love being told what to do. Nobody has ever come close to fucking me the way you do, and I can't get enough of it.
“I told you I loved you the last time we were together, and maybe that was a bit much. Because the truth is, I think I might be in love with your cock and the way you fuck me. I love the way you control me. You command my attention and respect. You make me listen to you, when other men can't handle me. Lucas left because he couldn't handle me, and I didn't realize that until you showed me. I see it now, and I’m not ready to let that go, Dr. Colson. You’ve branded me, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again, because a brand is permanent, and you love that.
“So, why fight it? Why act like we don't fit? I want to be controlled, and you want to control me. It’s perfect. So, maybe it’s you who still needs to work out the kinks in your head. Me? I’m fine. I’m ready to be what you need me to be. You wanna go out on dates? I’m fine with that. You just wanna fuck me silly four or five nights a week? I’m definitely ready for that. You just tell me what you want, Dr. Colson. I’m ready to be commanded… sir.”
Ava places both of her feet on the floor, lowers her head, and raises her eyes up to meet mine. She looks like she’s ready to fuck me right here in the office, Keisha’s presence be damned. It takes everything in me to fight back the urge, because the truth is that she’s right.
I know I never should've crossed the line with a patient. I never should've let myself get caught up in this mess, and I know she has a tendency to do things that are illegal and downright psycho, but I’m drawn to her. If I wasn't, I would've ended it at the first sign of trouble. Why keep seeing her after I know she was outside my house? It’s because she’s right. She fulfills a need I have, and she does it better than anyone else has.
I can't help but think about the facts that brought Ava to my office. She did damage her ex’s property on multiple occasions, including setting fire to his front porch, although I’ve never been able to get her to admit it. Her ex, Lucas, moved from Dover to Christiana recently just to get away from her. She showcases clear signs of obsession and fixation, and I know I’m probably opening the door to a lot of drama, but there’s just something about her that I crave. Something in me likes her disobedience, because I have an excuse to punish her, and I fucking love punishing her.
Maybe it’s me who showcases signs of obsession. Maybe I’m obsessed with watching the way her face changes when she comes. Maybe I’m fixated on the way she says “Yes, sir.” Maybe it’s me who can’t get enough. Maybe Ava is exactly right about me, the same way I’m right about her.
I know this is a risk. If anybody finds out about us, it’s going to be hell, and that doesn't leave me many options. There’s only one, really, and I’m going to exercise it. It’s crazy, but it’s what I want to do.
I exhale, and Ava keeps her sultry brown eyes glued to me. “Okay,” I say, letting my eyes fall to the floor.
“Okay what?” Ava asks,