“I know what you’re going to say, Dr. Colson,” Ava says, keeping her legs apart. She sees me staring. She knows I’m in a trance for her, and she won’t stop until we both get what we want out of this session. “You’re going to tell me that you’re my therapist, and that I’m reading the situation wrong. You’re going to try to convince me that you don’t want me the way I want you, and that my fixation on you is simply a reaction to my desire to get over Lucas. But, we both know this is more than that. I told you from the beginning that I wanted more than what Lucas was able to give me. He was sweet and innocent, and I need someone with a firm hand—a hand that isn’t afraid to wield a paddle or chains. A hand that isn’t afraid to slap me across the face if I disobey. A hand that demands my submission. I need your hands, Dr. Colson. I want them all over me, on my body, pulling my hair, and around my throat. Lucas can’t give me what I need. He’s not strong enough. Only you can help me. So, I’m asking you to throw away the professionalism, and give in to what I already can see burning behind those beautiful eyes of yours. Give in to who you truly are and what you really want. You have my permission to take control, Dr. Colson. You have my submission.”