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Seven

Ava

Holy fuck. Had I realized what I was missing out on all along, I would have begged Tyler to fuck me years ago. I felt him softening inside me, but he didn’t try to withdraw himself. Instead, he lay down and positioned himself to stay inside me. I wasn’t sure if this was usual. It’s not like I have much experience.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently.

“Yes.”

“Sore?”

“A little.” I wasn’t physically a virgin. But I felt like it. My ass was sore, and there was a slight ache in my pussy. Other than that, I was okay.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Tired.” I laughed.

“I’m proud of you.” He whispered, kissing my ear gently while he wrapped his arms around me, and shifted my back to his front side. My ass flush with him, his dick was still deep inside.

“Um, are you going to stay inside me?”

“Cock warming, baby.”

“What is that?” I blushed.

“You’re warming up my cock with your tight little cunt.”

“But… why?”

“It’s intimate. A better version of spooning.” He kissed the back of my head. The act was so much more gentle than how he was just a few moments ago.

Moving slightly, I felt him jerk inside me.

“If you keep moving though, I’ll have to fuck you again,” he joked.

His hand stroked my belly, soft and gentle. I wasn’t sure which side of him I liked more, but the fact that he could be so rough with me and then hold me like I was something that could break made me want to cry. I had never felt like this before. “Tyler?”

“Yes, Precious?”

“Now what?” I asked nervously, thinking he was going to leave and never talk to me again.

“You go to sleep with my cock deep inside you and my arm wrapped around you.”

“But-”

“Ava, you’re safe.”

I could acknowledge that for the first time, ever, I felt safe and protected. My eyes went sleepy with the gentle touches he was trailing down my body. I could admit that I liked how close we were. I let my eyes close and fell asleep.

* * *

I’m not sure how long I slept, but I do know I woke up on my own and not due to a nightmare. Smiling to myself, I let out a small yawn. My body felt weighted down, and that’s when I remembered Tyler was here. With me. Inside me. He was fully hard again, and I pushed back, grinding and rolling my ass a little.

“Precious.”

“Yes?”

“Stop.”

“I want you again.” I confessed, feeling confused about why I wanted more when I had gone so long without.

“You need to eat, take a bath, and then go back to sleep,” he answered.

“How long did I sleep?”

“Only about an hour. I had to get up to change the condom since we never discussed that beforehand. It was my fault you woke up.”

“I’m clean.” I blurted.

“So am I, but it’s more about birth control.”

“Oh,” I giggled. “I have an IUD.”

“My dream girl.”

“Hardly.” I rolled my eyes, glad he couldn’t see me.

Tyler moved me over so that I was on my back with him hovering on top. His dick slipped out and rubbed across my stomach. “Touch yourself.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

His arms flexed by my head, still keeping himself over me, I reached down and started circling my clit. His gaze was fixed solely on my face. After a few minutes, I began to wiggle around, becoming quicker. Something about the way he was lingering and solely looking at my face turned me on; I was right there.

“Stop.” He grabbed my wrist, bringing my fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

“I was right there!” I huffed, trying to push him off me.

“And now it’s time to eat.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“What?”

“Never doubt that what I tell you is true. If I say you’re my dream girl, that means you are. No orgasm. You can be needy and wait now. Get up and put some clothes on.”

“That isn’t fair!” I crossed my arms.

“Neither is the way you talk to yourself.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. A slow, lazy kiss. When he pulled away, I was a little breathless. “Here, wear this.” He handed me his shirt. It smelled like him, and it made me smile slightly. Pulling it over my head, it reached my mid-thigh.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked.

“Anything.” I shrugged, getting out of bed and following him.

Our Chinese food was long forgotten, but he was pulling up an app for some taco place. “Tacos good?”

“Fuck yes.” I cheered.

“Tacos and dick. I’m going to nail this thing.”

“Nail what thing?”

“Us.” He smiled, kissed my cheek, and drew me down next to him on the couch. After ordering the food, he wrapped me back in his arms. Since I was wearing his shirt, he was left with nothing but his jeans, and fuck, if that was not a sight. My fingers traced down his stomach. Trusting him wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. Maybe it was from the way that I had lived next to him for the last four years, or the way he could be so fucking understanding to all my cues. It seemed like all he wanted to do was make me smile, and for a moment I wondered what it would be like if I didn’t fuck this up by pushing him away.

After a moment of quiet, he spoke up. “What was your aunt like?”

“Um, she was nice. Like, it was weird, but she wasn’t creepy. She didn’t hit me, so I guess it wasn’t so bad. I talk to her from time to time, but it’s still so weird. We both don’t really know what to say to each other.”

“No siblings?”

“No.” I sighed. “Growing up, I always wished I had a brother. Someone to protect me and put my dad in his place.”

“Where is your dad?”

“Dead.” I whispered.

“Oh.” His jaw clenched slightly before he relaxed his face.

“He died in prison. They… the inmates. Well, I guess it’s true. They heard what he had done, and he got attacked one day. I don’t know much of the details. I refused to let them tell me.”

“I can’t say that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“At first I felt so relieved. And then I felt guilty because I was happy that he was dead. That he was unable to hurt me again.”

“Don’t feel guilty. That feeling you had, it makes you human. It’s natural to want to feel safe.”

“I feel safe right now.” I whispered.

“Do you?” He raised his eyebrow.

“I do.”

He bridged the gap between us, laying his lips on mine. I could feel the ache again, my deep, raw longing for him.

“I’m still mad at you.” I mumbled.

“For what?”

“Not letting me have an orgasm.” I grumbled.

“I don’t reward bad girls.”

“Can I earn it?”

“I think you need a break; you had four orgasms already. Plus, we’re still so new. You’re still healing.”

“I didn’t think my body could do that.”

“Gives me a challenge to beat.” He smirked.

I opened my mouth but closed it. There was no way he thought he could give me more than four. Thankfully, the knock on the door saved me. Tyler jumped up, rushing to the door and opening it. A guy was standing there, holding our order. He tried to look in and take a look at my legs, a creepy smile on his face.

“I’m almost naked too. Going to just stare at her?” Tyler growled.

“Um, here’s your food.” He stammered, shoving it into Tyler’s arms.

“Don’t expect a tip.” Tyler said as he slammed the door in his face and locked it. “Assholes, I tell you.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. You’re in your own house. You don’t need anyone who isn’t me checking you out.”

“Thank you.” I felt myself flushing, again .

Tyler walked past me, heading to the kitchen and separating our food. Once it was all out, he set a plate down at the table and motioned for me to sit. He sat on the other side of me, and I couldn’t help but dig in. It probably wasn’t ladylike, but I was starving and had worked up a hell of an appetite. Plus, all I ate was that sandwich for lunch hours ago. It seemed like it had been longer than a few hours since we had to go get his brother, and that realization hit me in the face.

“What’s wrong?” Ty asked, shifting to get closer to me.

“Aren’t we moving too fast? This seems…”

“Domesticated?” He finished for me.

“Yes.”

“My house never felt like a home,” he sighed. “After the cancer, I learned that I was pretty alone in this life. I have my brothers, of course, but I always come home to an empty house. No noise, no sign of life. It was lonely. I was lonely. I think you feel the same way.”

“I do.” I admitted. I hated that he also felt that way.

“We don’t have to be alone,” he smiled. “I’m not saying we should get married tomorrow, but there’s only a small piece of grass and a wall that separates us anyway. What’s the difference if I’m here or behind that wall?”

He had a point. It wasn’t like I didn’t see him every day, anyway. Of course, I didn’t know him on that level, and I sure didn’t know what he sounded like when he came at the time, but… it would be nice to not be alone all the fucking time. Everything he said I could relate to. The hollow feeling you get when you go into a house that has never truly felt like a home.

“You’re right.” I spoke.

“Glad you finally see that.” He winked.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes.

“Precious.”

“Yes?”

“Do I need to remind you who’s in control?”

“You said it was only in the bedroom.” I cocked my head.

“Bratty behavior still needs to be punished.”

“I think I’m done eating.” I smirked, getting up and running to the bedroom with Tyler quickly on my heels.

“I created a monster.”

“I think you said something about a bath?” I placed my hands on my hips.

“I did.” He nodded and walked me into the bathroom.

I gathered all of the girly items and placed them on the counter, waiting for him to fill the tub. He lit the candles and threw in the bath bomb. I added the bubbles, and by the time it reached the perfect temperature, he was taking my clothing off, asking me again if it was okay. He took off his pants and dropped himself into the water, softly bringing me in and positioning me in front of him. The level of the water was more than either of us expected, and some splashed over, getting the floor wet. I couldn’t find it in myself to care. I was naked with Tyler. Again. He could soak my whole house if he keeps fucking me like he had before.

“How sore are you now?” He asked.

“The water is helping.”

“Good,” He peppered my shoulder with kisses, rubbing the suds over my skin. Slowly massaging my breasts, flicking each nipple. I laid my head on his collarbone. His hand trailed my throat, slowly closing around it, before releasing it. I throbbed in need. Choking made me nervous, but the thought of him controlling if or when I breathed had me wishing he didn’t release me as fast as he did. He wet the washcloth and took his time as he cleaned my body, paying close attention to my pussy.

“Tyler.” I moaned.

“You’re so responsive to me.”

“It feels good.”

“Aftercare is the most important thing after a scene. Even if it’s not a rough one.”

“Why?”

“Sub-drops can be bad.”

“A sub-drop?” I don’t remember seeing that in my research.

“It can happen after an intense scene. It’s like a drop when you come down from everything. Coming out of the sub mindset and into your normal mindset can make you feel disoriented.”

“Oh.” I shifted uncomfortably.

“It’s okay if that ever happens; I’d be right there.”

“I liked what we did.”

“That makes me happy.” He kissed the shell of my ear.

I could feel him getting hard, so I circled my ass, grinding slowly on him.

“We’re taking a bath. Let me care for you. Stop trying to get me to fuck you.”

“I wasn’t doing anything.” I lied.

“Up.” He commended, tapping my back.

I stood up on slightly shaky legs. He helped me over the lip of the tub and wrapped a towel around me, taking caution as he dried me. When he looked down at me, his eyes seemed to have darkened.

“Run, Precious.”

It took a second for me to process it, but somewhere in my research I saw primal play, and I wondered if this was what it was. We hadn’t discussed it before, but I had a safe word, and it wasn’t on my limits list. Running out of the bathroom, I heard him counting behind me. I didn’t know where to go, so I ran down the hallway and into the kitchen, squatting down behind the counter.

Once Tyler got to ten, I heard his footsteps. I heard him step into the living room and pause. Thinking he was going to go into the dining room, I let out a small breath.

“Now, that wasn’t smart, baby.” He chuckled, and I knew he heard me. He rounded the counter, seeing me bent over, and gave me a cocky grin. “Guess I get to do whatever I want now, huh, sweet girl?”

“Yes.” I stuttered. A mix of nervousness and excitement.

He gripped my wrist, not enough to hurt, but enough to be slightly restricted. He pushed me against the counter, the cold tile hitting my back. He cupped my pussy while his other hand cupped the back of my neck. I was stuck.

“Do you like misbehaving?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry.”

“Then why did you?”

“I don’t know.” I admitted, starting to feel unsure of this scene.

His finger entered me, curling against my G-spot and forcing me onto my tippy toes. I was still sore, the pain mixing with the pleasure he was bringing me. His hand gripped my hair, grabbing it roughly. His finger still abusing me.

“I told you to run, Ava.”

And that’s when it hit me. The words. His tone. The reason why I was nervous when he told me to run. “Ava, I swear to God, you better run.”

I froze, my body tensed all at once. I squeezed my eyes, but all I could see was my father. I whimpered. “Coconut.”