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Six

Tyler

After work, I stopped by our local Chinese restaurant before going home. The thought of seeing Ava again made the day go by faster. I had no clue what she learned from the test I sent her or whether she even wanted to try anything. For all I knew, she may tell me to fuck off and never speak with me again. Who could blame her? I was almost a stranger to her and told her everything I loved in bed. She just looked so innocent and interested.

Before pulling into my driveway, my phone started to ring. The second oldest of the Easton boys. I was the oldest of five, all of us being boys.

“Connor, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I answered sarcastically.

“Tyler, shut up.”

“You called me!”

“I’m regretting it.”

“What’s up?” I put the car in park, turned it off, and waited to see what this dickwad wanted.

“I need a favor.”

“What did you do this time?”

“Pick me up from jail.” He deadpanned.

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope.”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“I was at the bar last night, minding my own business, when some guy came in and started fucking with this girl. Harassing her, calling her names. I walked over and punched him. I guess he’s some fucking lawyer and pressed charges. They let me out, and now I need a ride.”

“Fuck.”

“Can you come get me or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” I rubbed my forehead, pinching my eyes closed.

Connor was the easiest of the group. He barely spoke to anyone outside of our family, all broody and shit. Never had a girlfriend as far as I knew. He mostly spent all of his time fucking and building his house. I’m not even sure he’s punched someone before now.

Hanging up the phone, I walked over to Ava’s house with the food in hand and knocked. She opened the door with a shy smile. Wearing an outfit that really made me want to take her to her room instead of bailing on her.

“Precious, I’m so sorry. My brother just called. I guess he got in some trouble, and he needs me to pick him up from the police station.”

Her eyes widened a small gasp escaping her pouty lips. “What did he do?”

“Some girl was getting harassed; he punched the dude.”

“Good for him.”

I handed her the food, moving back to avoid doing something dumb like kissing her. “I can come back after.”

“Can I come with you?”

“You want to?” I smirked, feeling a little surprised.

“I have nothing else to do.” She blushed, placing the bag of food on the end table.

“Let’s go.”

I placed my hand on the small of her back and guided her to my car. She didn’t flinch, but her body tightened briefly before relaxing under my touch. I opened the passenger side door for her and watched her climb in before closing it and moving around the car. As I pulled out of the driveway, I couldn’t help but notice the faint vanilla scent coming from Ava. Her hair was down today, with small curls on her shoulder.

“How many brothers do you have?” She asked, breaking the silence.

“Four.”

“Your mom must be a saint.”

“She’s the glue of the family.” I smiled.

“So, what are your brothers like?”

“Well, Connor, he’s the jailbird, he’s the second oldest. Honestly, he’s never been in trouble. He’s broody and has the whole mysterious thing going for him. He works in construction. After that, we have Sean. Total fucking goof. Despite how stupid he acts, he’s actually a doctor. He fussed over me a lot during the cancer. Then we have Nick, the bad boy. He likes to stress out our mom the most. Rides a motorcycle, a different girl every night, and a tattoo artist. The baby of the family is Ben. He’s still in college. He plays hockey and thinks he’s hot shit.”

“Wow. That’s an interesting mix. You’re the oldest?”

“Yes.”

“Excuse me for not knowing, but what do you do for work? It’s been killing me. I watch you come home in those suits.”

“I’m a hotel manager.”

“Wow,” she whistled. “Fancy.”

“Not as fancy as you’d think.” I laughed.

A couple minutes later, I pulled up in front of the small jail. My dumbass brother was sitting on the curb. He rolled his eyes at me when he saw my cocky smile, but then his eyes widened when he noticed Ava in the passenger seat. Rounding the car, he got into the seat behind me. A stupid grin on his face.

“Thanks.” He muttered.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Ava sat quietly in her seat. Honestly, I was impressed she wanted to come in the first place considering she’s pretty anti-humans. Pulling away, I went to introduce them, but Ava shifted awkwardly in her seat, so I decided to turn the music up a little so Connor wouldn’t say anything to Ava that would scare her.

After about five minutes, Ava’s body slowly relaxed, and she turned around wearing one of her famous smiles aimed at Connor. “Hi, I’m Ava.”

“Connor.” His voice boomed through the car.

Ava instantly recoiled back into her seat, looking back out the windshield.

“He thinks it’s cool to be tough with his deep voice.” I tried to cut the tension.

“Don’t see the need in pointless conversations. I’m sure she knew my name already.”

“He’s an asshole.”

“It’s fine, really,” Ava replied.

“Mom is going to have your head.” I stepped in, taking the pressure away from Ava.

“Yep.”

“You don’t care?”

“Nope.”

“Asshole.” I muttered.

“What was I supposed to do, Tyler? Let that guy keep calling her a fucking slut?”

Ava instantly tensed next to me. I placed my hand on her thigh and gave it a small squeeze, trying to ensure that she was safe. “Why was he calling her that?” She blushed.

“Didn’t ask.”

“But you hit him?” I interjected.

“Hell yeah, I did.”

“You’ve never hit someone before,” I pointed out.

“You didn’t see her. She was scared shitless.”

“So you just walked over there and punched him?” I wondered.

“Pretty much. I finished my beer, threw down some money, stood up, hit him in the face, and told him to leave her alone. I gave the girl a twenty and urged her to take a cab, then walked out. The asshole followed me outside and attempted to start another fight. The cops showed up, and here we are.”

“Thank you for looking out for her.” Ava spoke up.

“He deserved it.” He shrugged.

The car fell silent again. A couple of minutes later, I dropped Connor off. He gave me a slight nod in thanks and headed to his door.

“I think we need to stop for some fresh Chinese food now.” I laughed.

“What? We haven’t been gone long. It’d be fine.”

“It’ll be cold and soggy. You didn’t even put it in the fridge,” I pointed out.

“I eat leftovers for a week. It’s fine.”

“Okay, do I need to start cooking for you? A week ?”

“Why waste them?” She shrugged.

“You’re not going to be eating old food. Let me feed you.”

“You’re wasting your money.”

“Feeding you is hardly wasting money.”

“I could probably miss a couple feedings and be better for it.”

“Ava.” I growled.

“Yes, Sir?”

Pulling the car to the side of the road, I put it in park and then turned to face Ava. Her mouth is in the shape of an O. “What are you doing?”

“What did I say about talking bad about yourself?”

“You’d punish me,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to punish you, Precious?”

“I… maybe.”

“And calling me Sir?”

“I saw it in my research.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, abusing it.

I pulled it out, brushing my thumb along the slight teeth marks. Leaning forward, I put my face right in front of hers. “You. Are. Perfect.” I husked.

“Perfect.” She stuttered.

“Stop me.”

“Stop you?”

“Unless you stop me, I’m going to kiss you.”

“I… would like to try. Please?”

My lips pressed against hers. I tried to be gentle, but it was bruising and harsh. I pressed my tongue across her lips, begging her to let me in. She moaned into my mouth, opening up to me like the good girl I knew she was. My tongue explored her mouth, and my hand moved up her throat, lightly pressing. She clawed at me, pulling me closer, and ran her hands up and down my body. Shock wave after shock wave struck my dick. “I want you to fuck me.” She gasped. Almost like she was surprised she said it.

Pulling away, I peppered little kisses along the side of her mouth, her cheek, and her neck. “We need to finish our conversation.”

“What conversation?” She mumbled.

“Your limits.”

“I finished the list. I can show you when we get back to my house.”

I headed home after giving her one more lingering kiss. We got there maybe a little faster than we should have, food forgotten. Jumping out of my seat, I rushed to open her door and grabbed her hand. I took her keys and hurried her inside the house.

“You have no idea how bad I want to shove you into that wall and have you cum on my thigh.”

She whimpered. Fucking whimpered, and my cock wept. “Show me your list,” I demanded.

She rushed over the coffee table, shoving two papers at me. I took them and scanned them. “Okay, this is good. What do you want to do?”

“I… I want you to have all the control. Like you said.”

“Are you sure?”

“You won’t hurt me?” She bit her lip.

“Not your heart, Precious. I won’t be gentle, but I will make sure you’re okay and follow anything with pleasure. This only works if you trust me.”

“I want to trust you.”

“Give me a safe word.”

“Like, to stop you?” She questioned.

“Yes. If you at any point want me to stop, you say it. I’ll listen, and the scene will be over.”

“Coconut.”

“Coconut?” I smiled.

“They said to make it a word you wouldn’t normally say.”

“Good job doing your research.” I praised, and it resulted in one of her beautiful smiles. “Did you look into the streetlight safe words?”

“Green means everything is good, yellow means to slow down, and red means the scene stops.”

“Good girl.” I stroked her hair. “I’ll be checking in with you. You have to be honest at all times.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“You’re killing me, Precious.”

She walked closer to me, taking the papers out of my hands and throwing them back onto the table. She threw her arms around my neck, surprising the hell out of me. “Show me how to live.”

“Are you sure ?” I asked again.

“Start slow?” She mumbled.

“I can do that,” I smirked, pressing a small kiss to her nose as I separated her legs with my foot, placing my thigh between hers and pressing up. “Tell me, Precious. How wet are you?”

“Wet.” She moaned, pushing down against my thigh.

“That’s right, fuck yourself on my thigh. Soak my pants and make yourself cum. I won’t touch you.”

The noise she made went right to my already hard cock. Precum was already seeping out. She rolled her hips, pressing against me. “Can I hold your hips so you don’t fall?” I asked.

“Yes.” She nodded.

I grasped her hips and helped her move them back and forth, giving her the friction she needed. I kissed up and down her throat, feeling her pulse and biting and sucking till I heard her moan again. Her movements became faster and sloppier. Removing my hands, I placed them on the bottom of her shirt, pausing before I lifted it, making eye contact with her. When she doesn’t protest, I pull it off the rest of the way to expose the black lace bra she was wearing. Her nipples were hard, ready for me. I pulled the cup down and licked her nipple, pausing to blow a gentle puff of air on them.

“Tyler, please.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You. Inside me.”

“Oh, Precious. I need you to cum at least three times until you’ve earned my dick.”

“Three?” She whimpered.

“You can do it.”

I put her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting. Her moans grew louder. I could feel her soaking me through her tiny ass shorts. “Oh, God.” She moaned.

I bit down harder on her nipple, causing her to squeal a little. “God isn’t here. It’s Sir, or my name. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

To reward her, I licked away the sting. Giving equal attention to the other nipple. She began to tremble, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as the orgasm crashed into her. “Tyler!”

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

When her movements started to slow down, I flung her over my shoulder, causing her to yelp in surprise. “What are you doing?” She giggled.

“That was one; you still owe me two more.”

“I can’t.” She pouted.

I spanked her ass, causing another yelp before I rubbed the sting away. “Yes, you can.” I growled.

Throwing her down on the bed, I watched her breasts bounce. “Fuck. You’re so beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed, a pretty pink color. Kneeling down, I placed my body between her legs, pulling her shorts off and seeing the black lace panties to match her bra. “Did you wear this for me, Precious?”

“Maybe.”

“Yes or no.” I raised my eyebrows.

“Yes.”

I stroked my hand down her leg and squeezed the curve of her hip. She wiggled below me as I kissed the inside of her thigh. I pushed her down into the bed with my hand on her stomach. Trapping her slightly, but not so much that she thinks she’s being confined. I slid her panties to the side and traced my finger along her slit, circled her clit just to tease her. “More.” She gasped.

I removed my finger, painting her lip with her own wetness.

“Who’s in charge here?”

“You.”

“I’ll give you what I decide to give you.”

Her hips lifted, seeking out the friction. Ripping off her panties, I threw them to the floor.

“Hey!” She yelled, sitting up.

“I noticed there was nothing about gags on your limits. Do I need to gag that beautiful mouth of yours?” I asked, pushing her back down.

“What… what would you use?”

Bending over, I picked up the ripped underwear, shoving it into her mouth. “That seems to work, right, baby?”

She nodded and moaned around the homemade gag.

“Tap me three times if you need me to stop.”

She nodded again, and then my mouth was on her throat, down her chest, her belly, until I was level with her wet pussy. Flattening my tongue, I licked her slowly, small circles, sucking gently.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

She moaned something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. Drool started to spill out of her mouth. Her hair spread out around her on the pillow. Sucking rougher, she grinded against my face. Rubbing two fingers through her slit, I shoved them into her. I wasn’t gentle, but considering the noises she was making, she was enjoying it. “I could finger fuck you all day.”

Ava nodded, rolling her eyes back. My tongue moved quicker, and my fingers curled inside her. It didn’t take long for her to tighten and squeeze the fuck out of my fingers.

“You’re so tight.” I groaned.

After wringing out the last of her orgasm, I removed her gag and threw it back to the floor. Using my thumb, I wiped up the drool around her mouth and rubbed it over her clit.

“Please.” She moaned.

“Give me a color, Precious.”

“Green!”

“Good girl.”

Flipping her over, I shoved her ass in the air. “Keep your hands behind your back, and count for me.”

“Cou-”

Cutting her off, I smacked her ass, not hard, but enough to catch her off guard. “One,” I said. “Count.”

Hitting her left ass cheek, she screamed out two. Moving to her right, I gave it a harder hit. “Three,” she mumbled.

I went back and forth a couple more times.

After she said five, I rubbed her ass, kissing it softly. When she started to melt under my touch, I smacked her pussy lightly.

“Fuck!” She whined.

“Are you okay?” I asked, making sure I wasn’t overdoing it.

“I’m okay.” She wiggled under me. “I want more.”

“You still owe me one more orgasm,” I said as I tapped her pussy again. She clenched in reply. Rubbing her clit, she bucked back into my hand. Her ass was the perfect shade of pink, light hand prints that made me feel primal. I rubbed faster, shoving my fingers back inside her. “Come for me, Precious.”

She gripped the fuck out of my fingers, letting out the hottest mewl I’d ever heard.

“You’re fucking perfect.” I whispered before tossing her onto her back and kissing her. Without instruction, she opened her mouth for me, our tongues clashing. Pulling back slightly, I bit her lip and pulled it between my teeth.

“Can… I see you?” She asked nervously.

Lifting myself off her, I took off my shirt and pushed my pants and boxers down in one fast motion. My cock sprang to attention, slapping me in my stomach.

“You won’t fit.” She winced.

“I’ll fit. I promise.”

Grabbing a condom from my pants pocket, I ripped open the foil package and slid the condom down my length before rubbing it down her clit. Shoving only an inch in, she instantly tensed up. “You have to relax, Precious.”

“It’s so much.” She whined.

“You have a lot more to go.”

Taking a deep breath, she stopped squeezing me as much. I pushed in more, praising her along the way, until I was seated as far as I could go.

“Look.” I gritted.

She looked down at us connected, a small moan falling from her mouth.

“I’d stay here forever if I could,” I admitted.

Removing myself completely, I shoved back in with force. Her body moving with me. She squeezed so tightly I wasn’t sure I could hold off. “Greedy girl.”

“You feel so good.” She rasped.

I kept driving into her with long thrusts. Rolling my hips each time. She lifted herself up to meet each stroke I gave her.

“Harder.” She begged.

Ramming into her, her head almost hit the headboard. “Is this what you wanted? How long have you been thinking about my cock inside you?”

“Tyler!” Her nails bit into my skin.

“How often did you get yourself off thinking about me next door?”

“A lot.” She cried out.

I fling her leg over my shoulder, diving in deeper. Harder. Faster. I gripped her hips tighter. “I decide what you get and when you get it.”

“Yes!” She rasped.

“You want to be my submissive?”

“Please!”

“Then cum for me, Ava. Now.”

Pressing my thumb into her clit, I rubbed tight small circles until she fell apart under me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She chanted.

I kept thrusting, chasing my own release. After pushing in as far as I could go, my cock jerked inside her, and I spilled into the condom.