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Nine

Ava

Tyler was kneeling in front of me, his knees between my thighs as he stroked his hard cock. He shifted his hips forward slightly, and my mouth dropped open in a silent moan as he pushed inside me. There isn’t as much pressure as there was last time and not nearly as much of a burn, but it was still there a little bit. I locked my ankles around his waist. A silent beg for him to move, to go deeper. He lifted his hand to pinch my nipple; I shifted my hips, trying to create the friction I needed, but still, he gave me nothing.

“Tyler, please.”

“What do you need?”

“For you to move. Anything.”

“I thought you liked cock warming?” He gave me a goofy grin.

“Just fuck me.” I whined.

Tyler pushed all the way inside me, the force pushing me up the bed more. “Your cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock. Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.”

I clawed at him, dragging my nails down his back. He didn’t protest, but I think one might have broken the skin. “Claim me, Precious. I’m all yours.”

And that does it; that has me arching my back and crying out. I never thought I would be able to be with another man, let alone someone like this. I never thought I would like sex like this, but the way he’s relentlessly driving into me and bruising my hips with his hold had me shivering.

“You’ve been dying for my dick again, haven’t you? Greedy girl.”

“Yes,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”

“What do you need from me?” He asked.

“You. This. To live .” I repeated his words from the other night.

“You want me to be your Dom?”

“God, yes.”

He pulled out so fast, that I cried. Flipping me over, he shoved my ass in the air and pushed back into me in one long thrust. “No more talking bad about yourself.” He growled, shoving in. “No more calling yourself fat or using it in a bad manner to talk down to yourself. I don’t want to hear it.” He rolled his hips, hitting my G-spot. “You are fucking perfect.” He smacked my clit, followed by another rough push inside me. “If you want to be my Sub, then you need to remember those things.”

I wasn’t about to speak. All that came out was a mix of pants and heavy gasps. A sting erupted on my ass cheek.

“Answer me, Ava.”

“Yes. I understand.” I whimpered.

I’m almost crying now, fisting the sheets as he drives into me with so much force while he repeats how perfect I am. His hand comes down on my ass so hard it throws me into another orgasm. I instantly tightened on his cock, plunging him deeper into me.

“You’re strangling me, baby.”

“No more,” I rasped, but he was still driving into me.

“Give me a color, sweet girl.”

“Green.” I moan. Despite being so fucking sensitive and unsure if I can have another orgasm, I don’t want this to stop. This is the most free that I’ve ever felt before. My brain was mush, and all those thoughts that I was normally stuck thinking about floated away.

“That’s my good girl.” His thrusts slowed down, not nearly as punishing as they were. His rough fingers rubbed over my ass, squeezing lightly. Moving me back around, he hovered on top of me before slamming inside me. Gone were the slow thrusts; he was back to long, hard ones. I swear I felt him in my throat.

“How badly do you want my cum?”

I’m unable to talk, think, or even move. I melted onto the bed.

“Can’t speak, baby?”

I jumbled out a groan, and his cock thickened inside of me. He had me stretched out so wide.

“I’m going to come.” He let out a low growl as hot spikes of cum shot into me.

“Fuck.” I murmured.

I closed my eyes as the weight of him dipped the bed as he lay down next to me. He pushed the hair off my sweaty forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to it. I sighed contentedly, smiling, and feeling like I could go back to sleep again. I’d never felt so relaxed in my life. Before I could process everything that had happened, Tyler was standing up and making his way to the bathroom. Before I could ask what he was doing, he returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up.

“You look so pretty with my cum seeping out of you.”

I blushed, looking away from him. I don’t think I’d ever get used to his dirty mouth, but fuck, I loved it. Once he’s finished, he pulls me up on shaky legs and leads me to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“You need to pee.”

“Uh, I don’t… what?” I looked around confused.

“It’s healthy to pee after sex. Take care of that, and I’ll go get you some water and a snack.”

I was unsure what to even say to that. I know I looked into aftercare, but I guess I didn’t expect him to care this much. Times like this reminded me how much I missed out by not having a mom. This is probably something she would have taught me.

By the time I was done peeing and cleaning myself up a bit, he was placing a bowl of something and a water bottle on the nightstand.

“Come cuddle.” He patted the bed, lying down.

I climbed in next to him, and he cracked open the bottle and handed it to me. After a couple of swallows, I gave it back, and he switched it out with the bowl of chips.

“Mmm, my hips won’t lik-”

“Finish that sentence, and I’m going to edge you so bad next time, you’ll be begging me to let you cum.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, grabbing a chip and taking a small bite.

“How do you feel?”

“Okay.” I shrugged.

“Just okay?”

“I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s not like guys like you really want a girl like me.”

“Ava.”

“It’s true though. I’m fucked up, and you could have anyone.”

“This can be a bit of a sub-drop, Precious. You feel really vulnerable.”

“Oh.”

“It’ll pass, but for now, just remind yourself I’m here, and I don’t want to go anywhere. Was there anything we did that you didn’t like?” He asked, looking into my eyes like he could tell if I was lying, and he probably could.

“Not really,” I shrugged, taking a small bite of the chip. “I didn’t like the primal… But everything else? I really liked it. Sometimes I get in my head, and I get a little scared, but then you do something, and it makes me so flustered I can’t even remember what I was thinking about. I like it when you’re rough, but then you stroke my cheek or look at me with so much care. I like it when you’re gentle just as much as the rest. I think that’s what has been helping me. It feels…healing.”

“It’s supposed to. A lot of subs and women in general find power in situations like this. I’m giving you a safe place to heal and showing you that things like this, despite your past, are okay.” He tugged me closer.

“Can… you tell me more about your cancer?” I asked. He said it so casually, almost like it wasn’t that big of a deal to him that he had almost died.

“Are you sure?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Yes. I want to know more about you.” I nodded.

“Well, I was having some leg pain. Never really thought anything about it, you know? Maybe I worked it too much at the gym or something. But it kept getting worse, and I started feeling like shit. My brother convinced me to go get it checked out. After a lot of tests, they told me I had a tumor in the tissues of my leg. They started chemo to reduce the size, and once they determined it was good enough for surgery, they removed it.

“Healing time was a bitch, and it took me a while to actually feel good again and be able to use it like normal. But so far everything has been okay. It hasn’t grown back, and the pain isn’t there anymore. Sometimes I swear I feel it, but they tell me it’s just psychological and it isn’t real.”

“And you had a girlfriend at the time? Did she help?” I told myself not to be jealous, but I couldn’t help it.

“She left when she found out I had cancer. Just dipped. I think it was for the best, though. I didn’t love her as much as I should have.”

“Why are you single now?”

“No one ever caught my eye more than you did.”

He said it so seriously like he was just waiting for the day that I would give him a chance.

“Are your brothers single?” I wiggled my eyebrows.

“Oh, yes. Most of them are fuckboys,” he laughed. “They’re great, but they aren’t the settle-down type.”

“Are you the settle-down type?” I wondered, hoping he’d say what I wanted him to.

“If it was with you, then I would have settled down a long time ago.”

“Don’t say things like that; you hardly knew me.”

“I knew everything I needed to.”