“Look,” Molly leaned forward, “I wouldn’t suggest this to my vanilla patients.”
Vanilla? She thought they were part of the BDSM lifestyle. He opened his mouth, but she waved her hand.
“I know you don’t practice BDSM but Savannah has told me a little of your relationship, and I think this might be of some benefit. For some of my submissive clients, when everything gets to be too much, and they can’t stop the thoughts or the voices or memories, they might ask their Dom to take control. They move into high protocol where the Dominant partner is in complete control. They decide everything. Not all the time, just for a period to give the sub a break. Life can be stressful and overwhelming, and it’s a way to tune all that out. Spanking is another way.”
Huh?
He looked over at Max again. Why wasn’t he helping him out here?
“A spanking can be a great stress reliever when someone’s been bottling things up as Savannah does. A way to get out tears and frustration. Again, not all the time. It’s just a thought.”
“What do we do when we take charge?” Logan asked.
“Oh, I don’t think either of you will have a problem with that. Don’t push her to do anything that might be a trigger. Don’t tie her up, don’t force her to go outside, avoid any of the words or phrases he used.”
“We wouldn’t do that!” Logan said, outraged.
“I wouldn’t have suggested this if I thought you would or if I didn’t think Savannah completely trusted you. It’s obvious how much you all love each other. Just think about it.”
Logan nodded. He glared at Max again. Was he even listening?
“If any of you have any questions or issues or you just want to talk feel free to call me at any time,” Molly told them.
“Yeah, okay,” Logan said, even though he knew he’d never call her.
“Good. I think that’s enough for you all to think about today. Savannah, how have you been getting on with your list of self-affirmations?”
Logan could tell by the way Savannah squirmed and looked down that she felt guilty as hell.
“Have you written any down?” Molly asked.
“No. I just don’t see the point.”
“This, along with the exercises I taught you can really help with the negative thoughts. I want you to try and write five before our next session.”
“Oh, I don’t think—”
“She’ll do it,” Logan said firmly even though he didn’t know what the hell self-affirmations were. “If you think it will help, she’ll do it.”
“Logan!”
“Good.” Molly smiled at him. “Now, Savannah, no more trying to push yourself to go outside. We’ll get there, I promise. We’ve come a long way in a short time, and you need to be patient. Understand?
“Yes, all right.”
“My stomach is rumbling, so it’s time to go. Max, Logan, good to see you again. Savannah, I’ll talk to you soon.”
Chapter Seven
“Max, what do you think?”
Max grabbed one end of the dresser, and they carried it out of the downstairs bedroom. “About what?”
Logan led the way up the stairs. “About everything the therapist just said, or weren’t you listening? You seemed to be miles away.”
Oh, Max had been listening all right. And drowning in guilt. Savannah needed him here. But if he didn’t take a job with Travis then they were all screwed. Wasn’t the best thing he could do was to keep a roof over all of their heads?
“Got other things on my mind.”