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A golden light projects beneath her bedroom door, and I rap my knuckles against the wood.

As I wait for her to open her door, I’m torn over where I want her tonight.

The room with all the toys is down the hall and readily available.

But I can’t deny the silky bed cover felt fucking great against my skin.

Maybe I should ask Janet to add more silks in the playroom.

The door cracks open. Ava stands before me in a black lace bra and a black thong. Always in black. She’s wearing a garter with black thigh highs and black five-inch heels with silk threads that wrap around her ankles. My cock instantly hardens.

Those captivating eyes observe me with a trace of amusement. She absolutely knows what she does to me. She’s fully aware I will show up at her door every single night. And tonight, she dressed for play. So, the playroom it is.

With one quick glance along the hallway to ensure we are alone, I hold my arm out, gesturing for her to pass before me down the hall.

She’s wearing a black transparent mesh robe that seemingly floats behind her.

The globes of her ass flex with each step, the skin bare thanks to the strip of fabric covering her crack and nothing else.

A desire to rip that fabric apart makes my fingers itch. I will take her from behind tonight. I might even try some of those anal toys to stretch her out.

When she reaches the door, she turns to the side, creating room for me to press my thumb on the keypad. Tonight, there are no candles. I didn’t prepare the room. I don’t have a plan. Tonight will be about improvisation.

I turn on the light and quickly lower the dimmer, watching as the golden light paints the velvet patterned walls in sultry warmth.

My gaze falls first on the leather cross, then on the massive black bed.

So much in this room is black, as if designed with Ava’s taste in mind.

The door lock clicks behind me, and Ava approaches.

Tonight, she draped her eyes in heavy makeup, and her dark, luscious lips seem to soften her pale skin.

She loosens my tie, and my blood quickens in my veins.

I stand in the middle of the room, watching as her fingers adeptly remove my clothes. They pause on my belt buckle.

“Remove your shoes.”

I bend to obey. If she wants to take control, I’ll let her. Hell, I’ll revel in it.

“And the socks.” I can’t beat down the smirk. So, she’s not into old men in black dress socks. Duly noted.

After removing the offending items and setting them to the side near the door, I return to the vixen.

This time, she falls to her knees. She removes my dress slacks and boxers, and fuck, as she licks up my shaft, those magnetic dark eyes look up at me with a mix of desire and hunger that almost sets me off.

I twist a strand of her jet-black hair around my finger and, with a rough tug, pull her deeper. She gags and her eyes water.

“I think you’re gonna need a safe word.” Power pulses through my veins. Oh, the things I will do to her. She’s going to have to take control another night.

Her head pushes back on my hand, and I let her back off my cock.

She swipes her palm against her chin, cleaning it up, while one hand grips my shaft with a pleasurable firmness.

Her breasts glow in the dim light and her cheeks flush, those lips swollen from sucking.

She’s a sex dream, on her knees. My erection throbs, but I welcome the break from her mouth, because she was pushing me too close to the brink too quickly.

“Safe word,” I repeat. She blinks, and her tongue licks that plump lower lip.

“Norway.”

Her unexpected word throws me, and I half-laugh.

“Interesting.” I pull her up off her knees and guide her to a leather bench. The bench vibrates, but I don’t plan on using that feature. “Care to enlighten me?”

My palm slaps her ass, and the sound blends in with the low, pulsing music. Tenderly, I smooth the skin, then slap it again. She twists her head to gaze up at me, and she smiles. So, she likes that.

I step away and open a drawer, searching the contents.

“It’s a place I want to go.”

I lift a tube of lubricant and an anal plug.

“Do you like anal play?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Have you had anal sex?”

“Maybe.” She turns her head so she’s facing the ground, and I remember her history.

“You’re not sure?” I hold the anal plug out for her to see so she can object if she doesn’t want this.

“I don’t remember all the times I’ve had sex. Drug addict. Remember?”

It’s a taunt. But her perfect ass resting high in the air distracts me from the conversation. I apply a generous amount of lube to the plug, then some to my finger. Gently, I push into the tight opening with a finger, spreading the warming liquid. Her ass clenches.

“If I do anything you don’t like, you’ve got your safe word.”

“It’s fine. Do what you want.”

I insert the plug. There’s a nice sized base to prevent it from going higher. Even if she has had anal sex before, she needs stretching. Pain isn’t the goal. I want to bring her pleasure. I crave her pleasure.

“Can you walk?” I ask as I lift her off the bench.

There’s a sloping leather chaise designed to accommodate a variety of creative positions that I’d like to try, but it’s across the room. Those sinful eyes blink, so enormous a person could fall right into them and never climb out.

She doesn’t answer me but takes a careful step. She glances over her shoulder, and in a seductive tone, asks, “Where to?”

“The chaise. Straddle it, one leg on each side.”

She does as I instruct, and I take a moment to take her in. Dark hair spills over the back of the narrow chaise. Her back arches, lying against the curve of the frame, pushing her full breasts up like an offering. Her legs are spread open, displaying her bare, tantalizing pussy.

Damn. She’s fucking gorgeous.

I taste those breasts, sucking her delectable nipples and swirling my tongue until she squirms beneath my touch. Of course, each time she squirms, she’s moving the plug. The jerky movements of her hips let me know she’s adjusting.

I suck my way down her belly, sucking hard enough to leave marks, all the way down to her core. She remains transfixed as I stretch across the chaise and lower my chin. My tongue licks up her slit.

She sucks in air and gasps as my tongue delves deeper.

The pulse of the music quickens, and my tongue fucks her to the same beat. Her fingers tug on my hair, and I raise my head with a tsk .

“Arms down. If I need to tie you, I will.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. My cock is so fucking hard it’s borderline painful.

“Do I need to tie you?”

Slowly, she shakes her head.

I dip my head and twirl my tongue around her little exposed nub.

She tastes good, but it’s the way she trembles beneath my touch, seeing her muscles flex and quiver as I thrust two fingers inside her without warning, how she squirms with my mouth on her sex that really gets me.

And then that scream as she pulses her release, tightening hard on my fingers. My cock leaks with need.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

“Oh, trust me. I will.”

I slide her up the curve of the chaise and climb on, straddling it, facing her. Then I lift her over me, my cock straight up at attention, wanting and needy, just like the vixen I’m holding.

I position her over my tip. She plants her feet on each side of the chaise, recognizing that I am letting her take control.

Slowly, she lowers herself, taking me. Inch by inch, her tight warmth pulses around me.

She feels fucking divine. Her soft breasts press against my chest, her pert nipples pressing into me, until she’s seated on me.

With the anal plug in place, she’s impossibly tight, and it takes all my control to let her control the movement, because I want to slam her against me.

Slowly, she rises. Those swollen lips are parted, and there’s awe in her eyes as she grinds against me. My arms wrap around her back, holding her close as I revel in the sensations of her wickedly tight channel working my cock. Her nails score my back as my hips rise to meet hers.

With one hand, I grip her hair and position her head so I can claim that open mouth. It’s the kiss that does us in. Our tongues tangle, warring at the same tempo as our hips. The movement is both erotic and soulful.

Her lips brush against my jaw and my cheek as she rides me, and her breath caresses my ear.

“Close,” she grunts. “So close.”

And I kiss her again, rocking up into her as she grinds down on me and her walls close in, convulsing and shuddering. My release pulses out as she collapses around me.

Her skin is damp and glistening. I hold her tight, us both sitting upright, her legs straddling mine, her heartbeat pounding against my chest.

The dark king-size bed calls to me, and with a groan, I stand, lifting her with me. I almost crash to the floor as I pull my leg over the chaise. She giggles as her head lolls against my shoulder.

With one hand, I tug back the silky comforter, exposing silk sheets, and lay her down. I search for the vibrator remote and dial it to the lowest vibration. Her eyes widen, and I grin.

My cock twitches, coming back to life. I move to the side of the bed. She understands my desire and takes me in her hand, then her mouth. God, she feels fucking divine. She’s so good at this.