Page 10

Three months later.

It’s been three months since Ava let me into her house, but more importantly, her heart. Every day she makes progress, and fuck if it doesn’t make me proud. While she still sometimes flinches, we have found what works best for us. Including going through her soft limit list. We found out that while she hates to be edged because she’s greedy, she also loves it. Choking, we tried slowly, and over time, and she responded with an orgasm, so it got the green light in the end. She ended up loving being called names, as long as they weren’t too humiliating. The only thing we haven’t tried yet is doing anything in public, which is something I’m surprising her with tonight.

We haven’t done primal play since that night, and that’s okay with me since I was still able to find a lot of other things she loves. I meant it when I told her we could have boring sex for the rest of our lives, and I would be okay with it. The riding crop was one thing that was added pretty early on. After she got braver, we tried a whip, and she also responded well to it. Bondage is still a no, and after she finally told me that her dad had tied her up for days without food once, I understood and never brought it back up. She will, however, hold her hands behind her back when I ask her, but she knows she can move them if or when she needs to.

What surprised me about my little Sub was how much she loved to be blindfolded. It was one of her favorite punishments, which really wasn’t much of one anyway since she always loved them. I think she finally understands that they can be fun and, for the most part, are for her pleasure. She’s improved a lot with calling herself names, and she’s actually really nice to herself now. Her confidence is one of the sexiest things about her. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t love to be praised still, though. That was the quickest way to get her to cum all over my cock.

Ava was in the room getting ready for what, she had no idea. But the remote control panties I had in my pocket were surely going to get a lot of use tonight. I’m not sure if this is really what she’s pictured for public play, but it was a start. The thought of her having an orgasm where she couldn’t react had my dick growing in my boxers and pushing against my zipper.

I surprised her with a tight little black dress tonight that I hope she doesn’t think makes her look fat. I know that it will show off all her curves and her breasts that I’m still so obsessed with. After another hour, she finally walked down the hallway in the hottest black heels I’d ever seen. I couldn’t wait to fuck her with them on later. After she hopefully has multiple orgasms in the restaurant, that is.

“Do I look okay?” She blushed.

“Precious, if we didn’t have somewhere to be, you’d already be naked with my dick so deep inside you, you wouldn’t be able to ask that silly question.”

“Thank you.” She shifted nervously on her feet. She was also getting better at accepting my compliments.

“But you’re wearing the wrong underwear.”

“What are you talking about? You haven’t even seen them.” She rolled her eyes. Ava was getting brattier and brattier. I liked to think it’s because she felt safe and enjoyed what came out of it.

She turned around to walk away from me, but I grabbed her hair and yanked her back. Turning her around to face me. “Who said you could walk away from me?” I growled.

Before she could answer, my lips found hers, and our tongues tangled. I pulled back to pepper kisses along her jaw, earning me a shiver from Ava. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, and the spot underneath her ear. She hummed with satisfaction. My cock was so hard in my pants it hurt.

My fingertips lightly trailed up her thigh, inching closer to her panties that I knew would be wet already. Pushing them to the side, I placed a feather-like touch on her clit, biting her neck, and earning a low moan. Grabbing the material in my hand, I pulled hard and ripped the fabric. Throwing it to the ground and stepping back.

“Hey!” She pouted.

“Bad girls don’t get rewards, Precious. I’ve told you this.” Removing the panties from my pocket, I kneeled down and tapped her shin so she’d lift her leg. When she complied, and I slid them up her legs and over her ass, I placed a soft kiss on her thigh before standing back up. “Keep those on until I tell you to take them off.”

“Why do I have to wear these?”

“So many questions, yet you’re not the one in control here.” I grabbed her throat, pressing down lightly, and kissed her nose before letting go.

Looking down at my watch, I grabbed her jacket and helped her in it. “Be a good girl for me tonight, and maybe I’ll reward you when we get home.”

“This is unfair.” She whined but followed me out of the house.

As soon as we were in the car, my hand found her thigh and squeezed, rubbing up and down as she asked again where we were going. Ava wasn’t used to people being nice to her, or even going out to nice places, so sometimes things like this felt like a trap to her. Refusing to tell her, I grabbed her hand and kissed each knuckle, promising her that she was going to love it.

After twenty minutes we were pulling into a parking lot for a restaurant that looked like the fanciest on my Google search.

The building was glass, with tinted windows and a smooth dark exterior. Walking in, someone offered to take our coats. Looking around, the place was in low lighting, candles on each table. A chandelier in the middle of the room. Probably not the place to bring a girl to have countless orgasms, but when did I ever play by the rules?

A hostess took us to our table; it was in the back, away from people, and overlooked the river down below.

“Wow,” Ava smiled. “This place is beautiful.”

“Haven’t noticed.” I shrugged, looking into her eyes. She blushed in response.

A waiter came back to take our drink orders, and despite being in a fancy place, neither of us were wine drinkers, so getting a bottle seemed stupid. I know that’s what you’re supposed to do, but this place was a little out of both of our styles. We were more the taco truck-on-the-side-of-the-road people than this.

“I don’t know what half of this food even means.” Ava laughed.

“I was thinking of going with the chicken breast. Seemed like the safest bet.”

“Agreed.” She smiled at me, placing her menu on the table. I grabbed her hand and rubbed small circles with my thumb.

Since the distraction worked, I slowly pulled my phone out of my pocket and placed it on my thigh, loading up the app that connected to her panties.

I tapped on the lowest setting. Hardly a vibration. But she instantly jumped in her seat, flushing all the way down to the swell of her chest.

“Tyler.” She whispered.

“Yes, Precious?”

“Please tell me you didn’t make me wear vibrating underwear.”

“Then I would be lying to you.” I smirked.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Public was on your soft limit list. Let’s see which way you lean.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but the waiter came back over and asked for our dinner orders. Ava cleared her throat, and I hit the second setting. She squirmed in her seat again, giving me a dirty look.

“What do you want, Precious?”

“The… the chicken breast.” She mumbled, biting her lip.

I ordered the same, and as the waiter walked away, I turned the setting up again.

“Fuck.” She mumbled into her hand, rocking back and forth.

“Now, baby, I wouldn’t want anyone else to know what we were doing. Can you be a good girl and control yourself?”

“I… I can try.” She moaned softly.

There were ten different vibration settings, and I was planning on using them all. When her breathing picked up, I turned it off completely. “Tell me every time you’re about to cum.”

“Don’t edge me,” she begged.

“We both know you won’t listen and end up having an orgasm anyway. Then I’ll get to punish you for it.” I knew that would challenge her bratty side, and she was going to end up edging herself just to prove me wrong.

When her breathing returned to normal, I turned it up to the fifth setting. Not even giving her a warning. I’ll admit she held her yelp in better than I expected, but the way she was squirming told me she wouldn’t be quiet for long.

“You’re mine,” I growled. “Mine to please. Mine to use. You’re my little slut. No one else. Don’t let anyone know that you’re on the verge of cumming. That is for me only.”

“Yes, Sir.” She whimpered.

“Stop squirming, baby.”

“I… can’t. It’s so much.”

Turning it up to another one, she clenched her jaw and gripped the edge of the table.

“I’m going to-”

Turning it off completely, I took a sip of my water. Waiting for the bratty comment.

“Tyler!” She whisper shouted.

“I already told you, you aren’t coming right now.”

“Then I’ll do it myself.” She challenged, getting up from her chair.

“Oh no, you don’t,” I pointed for her to sit back down. “You want to do it yourself? Do it. But you’re doing it right here.”

“What? No, I can’t.”

“You or me. You decide who makes you cum. But it’s going to be in that chair.”

“Do I really get to decide?”

“Of course. Choose the wrong one, though, and your night will go differently.” I smirked.

“You.” She nodded.

“Good girl.” I turned it back on, this time just on the first setting to make her greedy.

When our food arrived, I turned it off and gave her a couple of minutes to focus on eating. She’d need the energy for later. After she had finished about half of her meal, I turned it on to the highest setting. Startling her, she dropped her fork with a clink, her knuckle going straight to her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

“Something wrong?” I raised my eyebrow.

“This isn’t fair.” She stuttered.

“Is your greedy little cunt clenching on nothing?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to fuck you?”

“Please.” She whimpered, pushing down into the fabric chair and placing the vibration right on her clit.

“I think I deserve to fuck your little asshole, don’t you think?”

“Oh, God.”

“Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck your slutty little ass while I finger your pussy?”

“I can’t hold it.” She panted.

Turning it off, she groaned, wearing a pouty face.

“Finish your meal, Precious.”

“Take me home.”

“You’re not done eating.” I cocked my head.

“I need you inside me. Now. Please, Sir, can we go home?”

“I guess when you put it that way.” I smirked.

Flagging down the waiter, I asked for two boxes, packed up our food, paid the check, and led my girl to the car. It was still insane to be able to call Ava my girl. But she was. She was mine .

I drove home probably faster than I should have, but what Ava wanted, she got. I like to say I have all the control, but we both know she holds my heart. She can bring me to my knees with one smile. When we got back to the house, I threw the leftovers in the fridge and grabbed Ava’s hand, walking us to the bedroom.

“Strip.” I jerked my chin at her.

She lowered the strap of her dress, followed by the other. The dress pooled at her ankles. She stepped out, reaching behind her to unclip the strapless bra, and then dragged the panties down her legs.

“Leave the heels on. Bend over the bed. Hands above your head.”

Without a word, she did exactly what I asked. Removing the tie from my neck, I walked up behind her, her heels putting her at the perfect height. I skimmed the tie over her body, causing a shiver. Placing the tie over her eyes, I wrapped it around and tied it.

“Tyler.”

“No talking.”

Her body shivered at my tone. Reaching under the bed, I grabbed the tub of toys we had collected. Picking up the riding crop, I lightly rubbed it against her ass before smacking her with it. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to prepare her. Smacking her harder, I was rewarded with a moan. Her cunt was already dripping, leaving a mess on the inside of her thighs. Gathering it on the crop, I smeared her wetness over her ass and then hit her harder with it. After a couple more hits, I put it down. Running my fingers over her bare skin, squeezing her ass, and opening her up. Trailing my fingers down to her opening, I insert one finger. Ava arched her back, shoving her ass back onto my finger.

I added a second finger, moving faster. She was whimpering and already a needy mess. After removing my fingers, she shivered and pushed back into me, hoping for something. Using the finger that was already wet with her , I circled her small asshole, covering it with her own wetness and lubricating it as best I could. Spitting on it, I rubbed that in too, and then I slowly shoved my finger in. She mewled, clawing at the bed.

“Does my little slut like it when I play with her tight little hole?”

“Yes, Sir.” She panted.

I stretched her the best I could with one finger, adding spit as needed, her cunt trying and failing to grip onto something. When I thought she was ready, I grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount into her hole and some more in my hand. Stroking my cock, I lathered it up and placed the head of my cock at her hole.

“Ready, baby?”

“Ready.” She repeated.

Giving her an inch, I pushed in slowly. It wasn’t our first time doing anal, but I always tried to start slowly to give her time to adjust to me.

“Fuuucckkk,” I groaned. “Your sweet little hole is choking my cock.”

I was using all of my restraint to not thrust in with everything I had. She needed to adjust. Inch by inch, I pushed in until I was completely seated, our bodies flushed.

“You’re taking me so well, Precious.”

Taking my time, I did a small, slow thrust until her moans told me she was enjoying herself. Picking up the pace, I drove into her a little harder. She winced slightly.

“Breathe for me,” I talked her through it, finding her clit and rubbing with my movements. “You can take me.”

“More.”

Now that surprised me. I inserted one finger in her pussy, moving at the same time as my cock. She pushed against me again, meeting me with every thrust. Pulling my finger out, I shoved three in.

“So full.” She murmured.

“Do you like being full of me?”

“Mhm.”

“Take every fucking inch I give you.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” She chanted.

Smacking her ass, I threw her into an intense orgasm. It slammed through her so fast she was left a mumbling mess.

“Such a good cum slut. Do you feel how you’re milking me right now?”

She nodded fast, coming down from her high. Taking my free hand, I wrapped her hair in it and jerked her head back. Folding over her body, my cock so far in her ass I couldn’t get deeper if I tried.

Yanking on her hair, she made a sexy little noise. Scattering kisses down her throat, shoulder, and her back. Ava gasped for air, the pressure becoming too much. Standing back up, I continue to fuck her ass while I finger fuck her pink cunt.

“Cum for me, Precious. One more.”

That’s all it took for her to release, soaking my fingers and gripping me in a vise like she’d never let me out.

“Where do you want my cum?” I groaned.

“Paint me.”

That had become a favorite for her. Removing myself from her, I flipped her to her back, her legs shaky. Her chest heaving with each breath. “Remove the blindfold, baby.”

Within seconds her beautiful eyes were on mine, so much love and trust in them. I took my cock in my hand, feeling the tell-tale sign that I was about to cum. I pumped my hand, fucking it faster. I spilled over her, on her nipples, her stomach, her pussy, and her thighs. Ropes of cum jerked out of me. Covering her perfect body. When I was done, she ran her fingers through it, smearing it into her skin and licking some of it off with a sweet moan and a smile.

We both lay back on the bed, trying to catch our breaths.

“Ava?”

“Yes, Ty?”

“I love you.” I stroked her cheek.

“You do?” Tears swelled in her eyes.

“How couldn’t I?”

“I love you, too.”

“Let’s go take a shower, and let me worship you all over again.”