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Chapter three

Ryder

As she lays bound to the bed, I take in the sight of her against the black satin sheets. Her body is a masterpiece, every curve and line calling out to me. My desire for her intensifies as my cock strains against the confines of my jeans.

"Touch me, Sir" she pleads with a voice full of longing.

"Where?" I tease, trailing my fingers lightly along her collar bone.

"My pussy," she begs, squirming under my touch. I almost give in, but the sharp sting of the whip's tails kissing her thighs reminds me to maintain control.

"Ask properly," I command, my shirtless form looming over her. Every muscle in my body aches to ravish her, but the game must continue.

"Or, perhaps you’d prefer the spanking bench." I suggest never breaking eye contact with her. She moans at the thought, torn between pleasure and pain. "The choice is yours, Ava." I remind her, gesturing towards the bench sitting nearby in the corner of the room.

Her thighs clench together in an attempt to create some friction, needing release. With a flick of my wrist, the whip tails land once again on her sensitive skin. Ava stops moving, reduced to moans and heavy breaths as she gives me a weak, "Yes, Sir."

Kneeling on the bed beside her, I produce a small vibrating bullet and turn it on with a click. The room fills with the sound of its faint buzz as I hold it up to inspect it before bringing it down to hover over her wet pussy. The musky scent of her arousal fills my senses as I trace a line up her smooth thigh with the tip of the bullet. She moans at the teasing sensation as I finally place it on her swollen clit.

"Oh, fuck." She whispers in ecstasy, unable to control herself any longer.

"Good girl," I praise, my breath hot against her ear as I nuzzle her neck gently. I take a minute to admire Ava, vulnerable, her body squirming beneath me. She craves more, knowing exactly what I can give her. I take my time, my tongue teases and dances over her delicate folds, savoring the sweet taste of her that I'll never get enough of .

The bullet adds another layer of sensation, buzzing relentlessly against her sensitive clit. I hold her captive in this state of pure need, bringing her to the brink of release again and again, only to pull back at the last moment, drawing out her pleasure and pain. With one last flick of my tongue, I back off, denying her the sweet relief she craves.

Ava bucks her hips, seeking the orgasm I just denied her—her breath coming in desperate gasps. She was so close, but I refuse to let her climax. Not until she begs me to come, and I know she can't take anymore.

"Please..." she whimpers, her voice hoarse with need.

I chuckle darkly, "Not yet." I tease, my voice a low, seductive murmur. "I want to taste every bit of your sweetness." With deliberate slowness, I drag my tongue up her slick center, relishing the little whimper she makes as I draw out the sweet torture. "You like that, don't you? Being at my mercy, begging for more."

Her voice a broken whisper, "But I want—"

"Shh," I interrupt, placing a finger gently over her full lips. "You'll get to come, but only when I decide you've earned it." I nibble and tease, my mouth and tongue working with the vibration of the bullet.

"Ryder, I'm so close. Please..." Her words trail off into a moan as I suck gently, drawing her warmth into my mouth. My hands gripping her thighs as I devour her, my tongue lapping at her relentlessly. She is trembling now, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

I chuckle against her hot pussy, feeling her slick wetness coat my chin. "I believe I asked you a question. Do you like being at my mercy, Ava?"

"Yes," she whispers, her voice a mere breath. "I love it."

Her body is a contradiction of wanting this torture to stop and craving more. Hearing her surrender to my control sends a rush of adrenaline through me. My tongue delves deeper, expertly flicking and teasing, my lips wrapping around her, sucking lightly. I whisper against her, "Beg for it."

Ava's head tosses from side to side, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she writhes beneath my skilled mouth. "Ryder, please... let me come. I need to come."

I know I should let her come, but I want more. "Ah, ah, ah. I don't think you're quite ready yet. I haven't heard the magic words."

"Please, Ryder... let me come. I'm begging you... please." Her voice is barely audible now, her body a mess of tangled limbs and heaving breasts .

I pull back just enough to flick my tongue lightly over her clit, once again, denying her the release she craves. "You can do better than that."

"Oh God, Ryder... Please make me come. I'm begging you, please don't deny me again..." Her words are like a drug to me, and I need more. "Please, Ryder, I'm begging you... make me come. I need it; I need you. Please, please, please..."

The sound of her desperate pleas fuels my desire, and I dive back in, my mouth taking possession of her, my tongue thrusting relentlessly. Her flavor explodes on my tongue, and I drink her in, savoring her sweetness. Her legs clamp around my head, her hips bucking wildly as she rides my face, trying to take for herself what I've denied her over and over again. But that isn't how this game is played.

"Ryder, I'm gonna come... Oh God, I'm gonna—"

Pulling back yet again, keeping her release hovering just out of her reach. "You want to come so badly, yet you're still not asking nicely. Mind you're fucking manners Ava, or I'll never let you come again."

"Please Sir, I'm sorry. Please let me come, Sir. I can't take it anymore. I need you; I need you to make me come, Sir. Please let me come." This is what I've been waiting for. The moment her whimpers turn into actual tears. The moment she finally breaks, completely submitting to me and the pleasure only I can give to her. The moment she's willing to do or say anything to finally reach ecstasy .

"Since you begged so sweetly, you have my permission. Come for me, Ava. Now." I command, my voice a harsh growl. "Let me feel it."

As if my words have flipped a switch within her, she cries out almost instantly, her body arching off the bed, every muscle taut as her release completely wrecks her. But I don't stop, I draw out her pleasure further, my tongue relentless as her cries echo through the room.

Her response is a primal cry, surrendering to the sensation, and she shatters once more, her body convulsing uncontrollably in a torrent of pure, uncontrollable pleasure.

I've never laid my eyes on anything more beautiful.

I wake up to my heart pounding as the vivid dream slowly fades. Sweat glistens on my bare chest as I take a few steadying breaths, willing my body to calm down. Fuck, that felt so real.

Reaching down, I palm my throbbing erection through the sheets, groaning at the contact.

Last night, I made sure Tiffany safely made it to her car. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she waved goodbye. I just nodded my goodbye, annoyed that she pulled me away by acting like she was scared to walk to her car alone. Even though she has done so every other night that she has worked.

When Ava stood on the stage at the rally, her words pouring out with conviction, I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she spoke. I longed to engage with her, to stoke that fire and see where it would lead us. Ever since that moment, Ava has consumed my thoughts, and now, even invading my dreams at night.

It’s hard to believe that she is the same little girl who used to follow me and August around, desperate to join in on our adventures. But now, as a grown woman, she has blossomed into someone truly beautiful inside and out. Her family would be bursting with pride if they could see her. I give a small chuckle at the thought of August's reaction if he knew about the dream I just had involving his little sister. He would most likely murder me on the spot.

I kick off the sheets and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My cock strains against my boxers, achingly hard. With a resigned sigh, I give in and take myself in hand, closing my eyes as I slowly stroke my shaft. Ava's face swims in my mind's eye, her lips parted in a sultry moan as I tease her mercilessly with the bullet vibe.

"Fuck..." I growl, my pace quickening as pre-cum leaks from the tip. I can picture her tied up, at my mercy, those big eyes pleading for release. The thought of making her beg, of stripping away that bold exterior until she's a whimpering mess… that alone is enough to push me over the edge.

My orgasm hits hard, ropes of cum painting my floor as I grunt through clenched teeth. The tension slowly bleeds out of my body as I catch my breath, but the ache still lingers.

I’m going straight to hell. I know that I should just leave her alone. I shouldn’t pull her into my world. Maybe I just need to make sure she is really doing okay, for August, and then I can let her live her life like before.

Who the fuck am I kidding? I want her.

I grab a towel and wipe myself clean, then the floor. This can't go on. I’m acting like a horny fucking teenage boy that can’t control himself. I dress, then snag my keys and wallet, and head to the A.S.S offices above Club X.

As I enter my office, I go straight to the small box filled with memories from my childhood. I begin to flip through the photos, searching for one in particular—the image of a little blonde girl with two pigtails. My gaze lands on a photo taken by my mother at my fourteenth birthday party. In it, I am standing with August, my arm draped casually over my best friend’s shoulder. We were both so happy— all smiles, lanky limbs, and braces.

A pang of regret washes over me as I remember how I had tried, but ultimately failed, to convince him to join my unit for his own safety. We could have watched out for each other. But in this photo, all that matters is the pure happiness and friendship radiating from our faces. And there, gazing up at August with love, is the little blonde girl with braided pigtails. I remember being jealous of August because I didn’t have a little sister like Ava.

A loud rap on the door startles me from my memories. "Enter," I snap as Ethan bursts into my office. I place the photo back into the box and put the box back in the bottom drawer of my desk.

"Well, well, well. Look who's grinding away past midnight," Ethan comments with a mischievous smirk, his golden locks draping over his back. He positions himself casually against the door frame.

Arching an eyebrow at him, I ask in a clipped tone, "Is there something you need?"

"Just making sure my work buddy is hanging in there," he responds nonchalantly, sauntering into the office and settles into a chair across from my desk. "You know you can always vent to me if something's eating at you."

I scoff lightly. "All good here. Just couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd tackle some of these reports that keep piling up." After scrutinizing me briefly, he nods.

"If you're staying, why not join us downstairs for a bit," he proposes. "Steve’s got a fresh submissive under his wing. Might serve as a welcome distraction for you."

The emphasis on the last word was unmistakable, sending a clear message to me. Ethan had noticed the way I was watching Ava speak at the rally.

In his typical fashion, he was ready to give me his own brand of advice.

“Not tonight. It’s late and I have a lot of reports I need to go through. Keep an eye on Steve though, he is new to being a Dom. I don’t want him to take things too far.”

“Alright man, I’ll keep an eye on him. No worries. I’ll come up and check on you later,” Ethan says as he heads out of the office .

I reach for my phone and quickly send a text to Ava, making sure she made it home safely. Her reply comes almost instantly.

Just wanted to make sure you made it home alright.

Ava: Yes, we did. Thank you. I'm just trying to fall back asleep now.

I can imagine her lying in bed, restless and unable to sleep after her night out. A thought crosses my mind and I type a cheeky response.

Is there anything I can do to help you with that? ??

Ava: Lol Maybe stop texting me and talk to me tomorrow??? It's too late, or too early depending on how you want to look at it.

I chuckle to myself at her reply and realize that despite everything I have going on right now, Ava being back in my life has made everything seem right with the world.

I force myself to put the phone down, get back to work and to let Ava get some sleep. After a while of being lost in my work, I look out the window to the sun starting to rise. I glance at my phone and notice several hours have passed and I’ve worked through the night without stopping. That’s when I see the text from Ava.

Ava: Have any plans today?

Just finishing up some work. What did you have in mind?

Ava: Well, I was thinking maybe you could be nice and invite me and Danie to your secretive Club X.

She has no idea what she is getting herself into.

Are you sure you understand what that means?

Ava: I'm not saying that we are going to participate with whatever is going on there.

A slow grin spreads across my face as I craft a response, unable to control myself. Espe cially after the dream I had about her.

How about you come, I can give you a tour. Then if you think your friend will like it, I can set something up for her.

Ava: Okay, that'll work

It’s only 7 AM. I need to take a nap and get a shower.

Are you free around 9 PM today?

An hour later I get a response

Ava: Sure, send me the address.

I send her the address, and she replies that she’ll see me at 9 PM. With that I go take a little catnap. When it's close to the time for Ava to arrive, I jump in the shower then make my way downstairs.

Ethan walks up to me casually, “Hey boss, what are you doing down here? Stevie did well lastnight. It was a good show, you would have been proud of him.” He glances at his watch. “He might swing by later tonight, though. I could text him and let him know you’re eager to watch.” I can tell he’s trying to provoke me.

My hand reflexively tightens around the railing as I turn to face him. "No, I’m good." I reply coolly, not giving him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me. "I'm expecting a visitor." I regret the words as soon as they are out of my mouth.

He raises an eyebrow. "A visitor huh? Of the female variety? That's unusual for you. You don’t usually invite women here. Who is she?"

I avoid his probing questions and continue to walk through the club towards the entrance. Nodding hellos to people as I pass them.

"It's the feminist isn’t it? The one we saw at the rally." Ethan says excitedly from behind me. "You actually invited her here? Wow man, I’m proud of you. I did not see that coming. Are you sure this is her scene? I mean she was just speaking about women's rights. She may not be into this. You don’t want to scare her off."

My phone rings just as I'm nearing the bar area. "Mr. Donovan, your guest has arrived. She's at the bar."

“Thank you. I'll be right there." I say into the phone before ending the call and shoving it into my pocket. I’m excited to show Ava the club, but also nervous. Ethan is right, this isn’t exactly the place a woman like her would frequent, but I hope to change that today.

Ethan goes to follow me, "No, Ethan. She is an old friend and probably a little nervous at the thought of being here. Please do not start your shit with her today. Can you please just go?"

Ethan is a good guy. We are like brothers, but sometimes he likes to play too much. I don't want him scaring her off before she even sees this place. Honestly, I’m not sure she isn’t going to get scared off when she sees what goes on in here anyway.

Ethan holds up his hands and slowly starts backing away, "No problem man. I'll leave you two love birds alone."

As I walk into the bar area, I see her immediately. She is perched on a stool with her back to me. Her body is taut with nervous energy, visible even from across the room.

As I approach her, I catch a glimpse of her face in the dim light—wide-eyed and anxious. I sit on the barstool next to her and lean in close to whisper in her ear. "I'm glad you asked for a tour, Miss Jade."

She turns to face me, "Well since you spend all your time playing here. I thought I should see what it's all about."

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. "Do you think that is all I do here?"

"What else could you possibly be doing?" Her voice is laced with skepticism. I can't help but chuckle.

"The offices for Axiom are upstairs," I explain, gesturing towards the staircase. "I was working."

A blush spreads across her cheeks as she realizes her mistake. "Oh, that's right. Sorry, I forgot about that."

I hop off the barstool and offer my hand. "Shall we?" I ask, my voice low enough only she can hear. Once she takes my hand, I lead her to the hallway where the playrooms start. Might as well dive right in head first. Sink or swim as they say.

“I will aim to keep an open mind," she promises. Her lips curving into a slight smile. "Though I have to admit, I’ve never done or been anywhere like this before."

“Well I will try to make it a good experience for you. Before we start, this should go without saying, but I have to say it anyway. Anything you see here, stays here. I don't care if you're in a confessional with your priest, you cannot speak a word of what you see here. It's just like Vegas—what happens in the club, stays in the club. No one outside of here is to know. Above everything else, we respect everyone's discretion and anonymity.”

She nods her head yes.

I point up at the camera above the doorway. “Sorry sweetheart, I need you to say it. We have to get it on video that you have agreed before we can go past this point.”

“Oh, of course. Yes, I agree,” she rushes out.

"Great, let’s get started, there is a lot to see." I lead her down the dark hallway, only lit up by lamps mounted on the walls, every ten feet apart. We pass by a few closed doors, from which we can hear muffled gasps, moans, and the distinct crack of a flogger against skin. Ava's steps falter, her eyes go wide, but she doesn't protest as I continue to guide her forward.

The first room we come to is a watching room. I point to the rose on the door. “All the play rooms have flowers on the door. Each one means something different. A rose on the door means you can go in and watch.”

My fingers linger over the doorknob before I twist it gently and nudge the heavy door open. I lead Ava to stand in front of a large viewing window.

“Behind this curtain is a two-way mirror. We can see and hear everything that goes on in the room on the other side. They cannot see or hear us but they know they could be watched at any time by anyone inside the club. We have their consent to watch. It’s their kink, they enjoy it, just as some people enjoy watching. Ready?”

Ava nods wordlessly, and I pull back the red velvet curtain. Inside, a woman kneels in the middle of the room, her skin bare except for the intricate patterns of silk ropes that wrap around her body. Her posture is one of submission, with her head bowed low to conceal her eyes beneath a cascade of ebony hair. Moving around her like a silent predator, her male companion moves to trail the tips of a leather flogger along her heated flesh. With each delicate caress, she releases a soft gasp, completely immersed in the intense sensation.

Ava involuntarily sucks in a sharp breath beside me, her body stiff. I’m hoping it’s just nerves and not in repulsion of what we do here.

“We can stop the tour here if you’re uncomfortable. We can also keep watching the scene, or move on to watch another. There are a few more viewing rooms in use right now. Your choice.”

“What is in the next room?”

That’s my girl. I can’t help but grin at that.

I close the curtain, and walk Ava out of the room. In the next room, the scene before us is vastly different—a male submissive is securely strapped down to a padded bench, writhing and moaning as his Domme expertly works a vibrating wand along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

Ava's eyes remain transfixed on the intimate display before her, her lips parting ever so slightly. I pause, my gaze lingering on her face as I feel some satisfaction watching Ava take in the scene before us. She likes this scene, she’s getting turned on.

After a few minutes, I squeeze her hand. “Ready to see something else?”

“Uh, yeah.” She says as she wipes the corner of her mouth.

My hand tightens around hers as I lead Ava to the next room. The air is thick with the scent of arousal, and the sound of moans and commands fill our ears. Though I can tell she's still a little uncomfortable, Ava doesn't protest or try to leave. Her curiosity seems to outweigh her discomfort. She takes hesitant steps, her gaze flitting from one scene to the next, like a child in a candy store for the first time.

We approach another door, this one is slightly open. A muffled cry of pleasure drifts out from within. I pause, “A lotus on the door means this is a private experience room. I know the couple that is currently using the room. They reserve this room at the same time every week. I’m just going to make sure they are okay with us coming in.”

I knock and peek my head in, “Hey Josh, can I bring a friend in to take a look around? We won’t bother you.”

Josh and his wife have been in this lifestyle for 20 plus years. They were the ones that actually showed me the ropes.

“Hey Ryder, come on in. If you want to join, that would be okay with us, wouldn’t it dear,” he asks his wife gently rubbing the back of his fingers along her cheek

Before she can answer I jump in, “No really, thank you. We are just doing a tour today . Maybe some other time.”

“Okay Ryder, just let us know,” he says as he puts his full attention back on his wife.

I pull Ava in behind me, and I see her eyes are drawn first to the luxurious crimson carpet, a rich backdrop to the dimly lit, antique lamps. But it's the center of the room that commands her attention. Josh’s wife, Kitty, is bound to a large wooden frame, crafted in the shape of an 'X'. The cross is secured to the floor by a large metal plate and chains hanging from the ceiling. The contrast of the dark-stained wood against Kitty’s pale skin is striking. She's completely exposed, her limbs spread wide, restrained by black, padded leather cuffs. Josh is wearing his usual tailored suit. He runs his hands over her body, his lips close to her ear, whispering. With each caress, she writhes, her breathing becoming faster.

“Tell me what you are thinking, Ava.”

She shakes her head, “I’m not sure. I’m a little overwhelmed right now. It’s a lot to take in all at once.”

"This is just a small glimpse of what can happen in one of these playrooms." My voice is laced with temptation. I try to suppress the arousal I feel watching her enjoying the scene playing out in front of us.

"When you give yourself over to submission, the pleasure is unlike anything you will ever experience. You won't need to worry about a thing. Your Dom will orchestrate everything, dictating your every move. All you need to do is surrender, obey, and revel in the pleasure they give you."

Ava slowly licks her lips, never taking her eyes off the woman in the room. Watching in fascination as she moans with each crack of the paddle.

My dick is so hard just thinking about Ava switching places with her.

"What do you think, Miss Jade? Care to explore further?"

She swallows hard and for a moment, I think she may actually refuse.

“I’d like to see more. Show me more please.”

Not wasting a moment, I guide her toward the rear of the club where performers take the stage. Black walls with red trim surround us in the low-lit space. We linger near the entrance at the back. Up front, a platform stretches across the room, with scattered seats holding a handful of audience members watching the performance.

I lean in so only she can hear me, "What thoughts are running through that brilliant mind of yours, Miss Jade? Do you care to share?"

“Yeah,” But then she seems to catch herself, straightening her shoulders in a defensive gesture. "I just… I don't understand the appeal," she manages. "Letting someone dominate and degrade you like that. It's demeaning."

What the hell just happened? She was turned on by the scenes before. I could tell. I take a look around to see what might have caused her to suddenly back track.

A woman and her Dom are at the center of the stage. She's on her hands and knees, a golden collar adorning her neck, from which a leash controls her every move. Her Dom guides her with a firm hand, and she obediently crawls across the stage for the small audience gathered. A butt plug, nestled within her, gives the appearance of a tail, adding to the scene.

At his command, she sits back, opening her legs wide while keeping her head bowed down in full submission. "Good pet ," he praises, offering a gentle pat on her head. "You're doing so well, pet."

Now I see what Ava is talking about. To a person that doesn't know this lifestyle, that could come across demeaning.

"You think less of her because to you, she is being treated like a dog. On the contrary, there's a distinct power in choosing to submit fully to your partner's will. True submission is a gift, not an act of oppression."

Ava opens her mouth to protest further, but I silence her with a finger against her lips.

"Look at how he craves her discipline, her control," I say against the shell of her ear. "There's an undeniable freedom in that surrender, a profound intimacy. Nothing is happening on that stage that she doesn't want to happen. The sub is the one that is actually in control. Nothing happens unless she allows it."

"Do you like to walk women around like they are dogs?" Her words are more of an accusation than a question.

"No, I don't enjoy that kind of play. I’d much rather have you tied up and begging to come." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

Slowly, I trail the backs of my knuckles along her arm, feeling goosebumps e rupt at my touch.

"When I have a sub, I want her to beg for my cock because she can't come without it. I want to test her boundaries and make her come so hard that she's shaking and begging me to stop because she can't handle another orgasm. Then I will make her come again. Because I know she is strong enough to handle it."

She audibly gasps then swallows hard. "And what makes you think you know what she can handle?"

"Because I would master your body, knowing it better than you know it yourself. Your every movement, every subtle gasp, every little moan that escapes your lips. I would understand why you make those sounds and know exactly what you like to make you do it again." I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back against my hard cock. She lets out a soft moan. I can’t help myself, I kiss the side of her neck. Then I continue, "I would study every inch of you, worship you, and make all your desires and fantasies a reality. That is the type of Dom I am."

Especially with you.

“Her,” she says as she exhales.

“Her?”

“You kept saying you, but what you meant to say was her.”

“No. I know exactly what I said, and I meant it exactly how I said it.”

Ava's head falls back against my chest as she is taking slow steady breaths trying to control her desire.

"I can see you teetering on the edge," I murmur. "Your body is craving to explore this, to let go of that tight control you cling so hard to."

Her chest rises and falls in shallow pants, but she doesn't deny my words. I reach up to toy with a strand of her blonde hair, letting it slide through my fingers.

"I could show you exactly what you need… if you let me. All you have to do is trust me."

Turning around Ava looks up at me. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, and I can't resist tracking the motion, imagining how that soft pink tongue would feel against my own. I know she's picturing it too. Imagining herself in one of the rooms I've shown her, me being the one that makes her come on command.

My voice is rough as I lean in closer to her, my lips almost touching hers. "Trust me, Ava," I whisper, "Let go and let me show you everything you’ve been missing." To my surprise, she nods her head in silent permission.

I take this opportunity to assert my dominance. Grabbing her by the throat, I turn her and walk her backwards until I’m pushing her back flush against the wall—my hand curling around her neck possessively. Teasingly, I kiss the corner of her mouth, deliberately pulling away each time she tries to reciprocate. "Remember, I'm the one in control here," I say, tightening my grip on her neck just enough to emphasize my point but never hard enough to hurt her.

“Are you going to be a good little whore for me, and come while you watch the show on the stage?”

A stuttering "yes" falls from her lips, and I claim her mouth with my own. Sliding my hand beneath her waistband, I find her drenched, my fingers easily gliding through her slick arousal.

As soon as I circle her clit, she moans, her breath catching in her throat. I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "Shh...you don't want everyone to see you come, or do you?"

Her eyes are locked onto mine. Her gaze sends a rush through my body, and I can feel the hand I have cupping her pussy getting soaked by her arousal.

"Aww... my little whore does want an audience." She whimpers at my words. My fingers dance over her sensitive clit. She writhes and presses herself into my palm, seeking more friction. I smile, tightening my hold on her throat just a touch, enjoying the way she moves under my control.

I continue my relentless assault on her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge. Her eyes flicker open, she sees the people walking past us, watching our display with their hungry eyes. I can feel them watching us, taking in the sight of my hand buried between her thighs and her flushed face.

My cock is pressing hard against my jeans and I want nothing more than to pull it out and fuck Ava right here in front of everyone, but I want our first time to be just for us. I peek over my shoulder and see a small crowd is gathering to watch this beautiful woman come undone. I look at Ava, and she is watching them watch her.

She bites her lip, her breathing growing more labored. She’s enjoying the exhibitionist nature of our display and I feel her body start to tense. I know she's c lose, but I want to push her a little further.

With a growl, I tighten my hold on her neck and bite down on her shoulder. I feel her shudder and shake, her body succumbing to the intense sensations flooding her system. Her legs buckle, and I hold her up with my body pressed against hers, still relentlessly circling her clit with my fingers. Her orgasm washes over her, and I feel her entire body clench and release around my invading fingers.

Only then do I let loose of my hold, both on her neck and with my teeth, pulling away to look at her. Her face is flushed, her eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, and I smirk in satisfaction. I pull my hand out of her pants and put two fingers into my mouth.

“Fuck you taste good.”

Chatter ripples through the dispersing crowd behind us. "Very nice. I'm eager to see these two again inside a viewing room." I understand their anticipation. I, too, am eager to explore this again with her. Perhaps, even, the idea of someone else joining in crosses my mind, and with it, a surge of jealousy thinking of anyone else touching her. Maybe they can just watch.

To distract myself, I lean in close and whisper, "You did so well, but we're not done yet. There is so much more I want to show you."

I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, savoring the taste of her soft lips and the feeling of her body against mine. Her fingers clutch at the fabric of my shirt as I angle her head back as far as I can.

“Open your mouth wide,” I tell her.

She obliges and I spit into her mouth, a raw, intimate act that makes her fucking moan. Fucking moan .

Then Ava's phone starts to ring from her purse. We both freeze at the interruption, chests heaving as we break apart. She stares up at me clearly rattled.

The shrill ringing cuts off abruptly, only to start up again seconds later. Ava blinks slowly, some of the heat between us dissipates as she starts to regain her bearings. Fumbling in her purse, she retrieves the still-ringing phone and glances at the screen with a troubled frown.

"Sorry, It's...Clint," she murmurs, sounding almost confused by this intrusion back into reality. "My ex. He isn’t over the break up yet. He tends to text and cal l a lot."

I don’t like the sound of this. “Do you need help getting the point across that he needs to stop? It’s kind of in my wheelhouse of skills,” I say half joking but completely serious.

“Oh no, it's fine. He stops if I ignore him.”

I can't help but be jealous at the mention of another guy's name. Whoever Clint is, he can fuck off now. My jaw ticks with the effort of not telling her just that. It’s not my place yet to get involved.

So instead, I force myself to take a step back, giving Ava some breathing room. I hold her gaze steadily, letting my expression convey that the choice of how to proceed is entirely up to her.

Ava turns off her phone and shoves it into her back pocket. She looks like she is wrestling with something then finally she says, "Take me to a room." It comes out almost as a demand.

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I need to make sure this is what she really wants. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I have been scared for far too long. I speak about women empowerment, but yet I haven’t been able to make my own choices. It’s time I change that. It’s time for me to take back control of my life.”