CHAPTER TWENTY
Ava
I wasn’t sure I could do it, but he was so aroused, it was worth a try. Seducing him had been so easy, and I’d never seduced a man quite in that way before. But I loved touching him, finding out what turned him on. I could see how he was attracted to domination. When he’d been putty in my hands, there’d been an almost addictive surge of power go through me. When he came, I’d felt victorious.
I was feeling good and ready for what lay ahead. In our robes, we strolled languidly to the entry, checking the foyer table. It was empty, so Lucas poured us another drink, but before we could collapse on the couch, there was a knock on the door.
The guide from before stood there, holding the red box that had seemed ominous each time before, but now gave me a thrill. I wanted to know what was inside.
When Lucas looked at me after the guide left, his countenance was master of the house again. He seemed strong, commanding and in power, like he was channeling it from a deep well of masculinity.
I barely kept myself from rolling my eyes, guessing his vulnerability in the tub set him off. I smiled inwardly, knowing I could exert some control over him if I had to. While I was washing him, I’d found his spots, places on his body that were sensitive to touch. As long as I had hands to maneuver, I could diffuse and delight him.
Lucas opened the box, which was heavier than normal because of its contents. Inside was another note.
CHALLENGE #7
Kamasutra
The Indian Art of Lovemaking
Kamasutra is the sensual art of enjoying one another sexually and spiritually.
We’ve provided you with a guidebook of the Kamasutra. Pages have been marked for the positions you must accomplish this evening. You’ll be judged by your skill in accomplishing these positions, and also in the manner each of you reach a level of spiritual arousal and release.
Good luck and have fun.
Lucas sat the box aside and stared down at the card.
I guessed the mention of spirituality was too much after his crash course in affectionate lovemaking in the tub. Taking his hand, I led him to the couch in silence. In our sitting room, someone had started the fire, and the room was warm and comfortable.
“I think it’s time we had a talk.” I hoped he would talk to me but worried that what he held inside might only draw us further apart.
“I agree.” He sounded strong and in control, even though his Adonis body was tense again.
“So, you start…”
“Sex,” he began, a strained look on his face, but the way the words flew out it made me wonder if he’d been holding it in, “is something I enjoy above most everything else in life. I’m — as you might assume — a dominant man. I need control. In sex and BDSM play, I am and always have been a Dominant. Apart from a few times when I was much younger, I haven’t had much vanilla sex. These last two days with you have challenged my control, almost beyond my capability. I’m trying to stay in this for the sake of my future. I want to be the CEO of my uncle’s company.”
Hurt squeezed in my chest. “Is that all?”
He pushed my hair back from my face. “No. That’s not all. I don’t want to hurt you, Ava. You’re so unlike anyone I’ve ever dated. I date submissive women. Women who choose to be controlled for their own sexual pleasure. Sometimes pain and letting go of one’s ego is part of that pleasure.” He took a stabilizing breath. He was getting fired up and aroused again, just talking about his domination of women.
“And you want me to be like these women?” I said, my tone coming out sounding more judgmental than I’d meant it to.
“That’d make things so much easier for me.” His eyes brightened, and my spine went rigid. “But I’m assuming, after spending some time with you, you’re not going to just do this. There’s something fundamental keeping you from even considering full submission.” His voice was laced with disappointment.
Damn him… he made me want to submit, just to make him happy. But why should a person ever submit to that sort of thing?
Because it feels good… if it’s done right, a little voice in my head said.
Ahh, I was a mess. I was falling for Lucas hard, but this one thing, this one major, unbelievably big thing stood between us.
I took a deep breath. “Yes, I don’t like being dominated. I’ve spent my whole life trying to find my voice, I don’t want it silenced. That being said, I get it — you’re a control freak. So I can wiggle a little on the dominance issue, but you have to wiggle too.”
“Wiggle, I might be able to do, but I don’t think you can. Subservience is a give all or nothing kind of experience. But since tonight is my personal favorite…” he faked shuddered, “Kamasutra, I’d say we are more in your ballpark. I suggest we save the ball gag conversation for another day. I don’t want to scare you off.”
He smiled when I pretended to gag, ramping up the drama. “Ball gag?”
“Later. Let’s look at this book.”
He took the small book from the box, and we flipped through the pages displaying couples in three positions that were difficult at best. One put me in charge, one looked like it was physically impossible to accomplish in real life, and one looked like fun — easy for me — but not him. I was ready for this. He was right, tonight was my night.
“I know a little about Kamasutra from talks with my yoga instructor. The idea is to arouse the yoni, which represents the goddess in Hinduism — my, um, sexual organs — and your lingam or “wand of light.”
His eyes lit, and his eyebrows shot up. “Wand of light?”
“You know, to worship the spirituality and love within us, especially at our sexual centers,” I explained as I jutted out my foot and caressed his cock with my toes. “It’s meant to get you into such a Zen place that the lovemaking is explosive, but in quiet eruptions.” I cooed as I wiggled my toes over his growing member, surprised at how natural touching him was now.
“Sounds like hell.” He grabbed my foot and bit my toes, sending a shock of sensation right to my pussy.
“You’ll be pleasantly surprised, but I think we need to head to the bed for this.”
He silently agreed, and when he was stretched out on the bed, I dipped into the box for the tools provided. “One second, then we’ll start with the lingam massage.”
“You’re going to massage my wand of light?” He chortled as he said it, looking like he was loosening up a little.
I snickered and lowered the light, lit the candles provided that were infused with a sultry scent and placed the coconut oil on the bedside table. I’d need that in a bit.
Stopping at the foot of the bed, I waited until he was focused on me and dropped my robe. In the quiet room, his intake of breath was audible. Reaching into the box again, I pulled out an iPod, flicked to the music app, pressed the play button, and soft, haunting music filled the room through hidden speakers, making a pulse of sexual tension flirt through me. Tonight would forever be etched in my memory, I already knew.
“Part of Kamasutra is worshiping the naked body.” I joined him on the bed, kneeling between his legs. “Take off your robe and spread your legs with your knees up,” I ordered, enjoying being on the control side of things.
He didn’t move, but continued to lay there, staring up at me as if my giving him instruction had rendered him immobile. It wasn’t that he didn’t want the massage. Even with the robe still tied tightly around his waist, I could see that his cock was semi-hard.
“This is more than a hand job, and you’re going to love it, but you have to give up your control.” When he only continued to stare, his smoky eyes going from questioning to shuttered, I said, “If you want the CEO position, then you want this.”
“No, but I do want to shove my cock down your throat and tie you up with the belt of my robe.” He waited for my reaction, watching me carefully.
“Well, you aren’t getting any of that. And we aren’t going to win this unless you strip and open your legs for me.” I could be just as stern and firm as he was.
“Will you deep throat me?” he asked in a softer tone, a tremor going through him.
This was really affecting him, even though I was aiming to give him pleasure. I wondered what had caused him to be so careful about being in control, and how I could help him loosen it. “Not tonight, Romeo, but I promise you’ll like what I’ve got for you. I trusted you on the ski slopes, time to put your trust in me. Remember, this is about blowing your mind.” I eased down on the bed and opened the coconut oil.
“Seeing you tied up blows my mind.” His voice was deep and sinister, which sent another erotic chill down my spine.
“Shhh,” I instructed as I oiled my hands. Before I began, I listened to the music, letting the notes saturate my mood, then bowed before him, with my hands before me like in prayer. “I’ll love and honor your body, your mind and your soul,” I hummed as I bowed once more. “Lucas, I’m going to ask you to breathe, take deep breaths while I pleasure your body and your soul. Remember to keep breathing so your sexual energy can flow.” I took his foot between my hands, oiling his skin and massaged his toes, making sure to put pressure on the balls of his feet and his arch with my palm, knowing he had exerted himself on the mountain today.
When I switched to the other foot, Lucas took a deep breath. “You’re incredible and so fucking sexy,” he said in a deep, throaty tone.
Good enough.
I wanted to make sure he was fully relaxed. The bath hadn’t completely subdued him to the level Kamasutra required, but we were both beginners at this kind of lovemaking, so the usual rules didn’t need to apply.
I worked my way up his legs, using my fingers to massage deeply into his tense muscles. I could feel the muscles in his calves — strong and hard as steel — starting to soften.
As I worked my way up to his knees, he bucked. A ticklish spot. The Lucas I’d seen didn’t jive with a man who sported a tickle spot. I moved up his legs to his inner thighs. As soon as I reached them, his cock straightened and pointed at the ceiling, stiffening with intense arousal.
Again, I’d barely touched him, and he was already hard, his breathing tense and escalated. I stopped, kissed the insides of his thighs, but slowly, so that his breathing might level out.
“Deep breaths, Lucas. I’ve only just begun,” I cautioned as I softly massaged his legs again.
He moaned, and lightning quick, he had my wrists wrapped in his viselike grip. His chest was heaving, his eyes had taken on a wild look as he lifted his head. I could tell he was contemplating turning the tables.
“No, you don’t. My turn.” I didn’t give him a chance to reply but moved upwards again to his heavy, neatly trimmed balls. I rolled them gently in my hand and put my face in them, kneading them with my nose as I feathered his soft skin with kisses. I ran my finger lower across his perineum and lightly caressed his asshole with my oiled finger.
“Whoa.” He bucked his hips, his muscles going taut again.
“Shhh, this is the best part,” I scolded as I found my place again and rubbed my finger back and forth softly over the puckered rim before pressing harder, watching his face as I breached the tight muscle. He clamped the sheets in his fists, breathing in hard pants as I inched my finger inside him.
“Ava.” It was a curse. It was a prayer, then he was groaning as I began to stroke the erogenous zone of the prostate. Between strokes, I tapped the spot, making him almost howl.
“Shit. Damn.” He was panting hard, his cock pulsing and dripping pre-cum onto his stomach. I felt powerful watching him come undone at my hands. But I didn’t want to control him, although I could in this moment. I just wanted to make him feel good. “Ahhh my god, what are you doing to me?” I tapped the spot again. “Holy fuck.” His head angled backwards, and his cock spiked up to his belly.
“It’s your g-spot,” I hummed against his balls.
“Don’t do that again… I’ll come, and this’ll be over,” he gasped, gritting his teeth, one of his hands finding and sinking into my hair, wrapping the strands around his fist.
“This spot is the male’s sacred spot in Tantric sex.” I pushed ever so slightly, and he let out a choking sound. My heart soared knowing I was helping him experience a new kind of ecstasy. I kissed his balls gently and moved up over his hips, making sure not to touch his erection.
Taking a wipe from the box, I cleaned my hands before pouring more oil into my palm. He was still breathing hard, and I knew his erection now had to be painful. I’d taken him to the very brink and left him there. Not to be mean or to hurt him, but to make his orgasm earthshattering… when I allowed it.
As I smooth my hands over his torso, I kissed his pubic bone, my chin brushing against his erection. I laid kisses all over him, pressing them into the short, dark pubic hair that carried his scent, his cock jumping against my jaw. He moaned when I finally placed a well-oiled, gentle hand around his inflamed member and his hips bucked into my light grip, looking for release.
I laid my other hand on his belly firmly. “Breathe, Lucas,” I said in a hypnotic tone, pressing down steadily until he laid still.
“Ava, please.” His hand came up around mine, tightening my grip, then stroked his cock holding my hand.
I wanted to bat his hand away, but instead, I scooped it up in mine and kissed it, then placed it by his side.
“We’ll get there, I promise. Deep breaths.”
I waited until he sucked in a breath, then glided my hand down his shaft, watching pleasure take the place of hunger on his face. When my fist bottomed out, I squeezed gently and watched the pre-cum dribble out of his bulbous tip. He was so sensitive and responsive to touch. I loosened my grip, bringing my hand back up his length, then dipped my fingers into his juice and spread it down his cock, mixing it with the oil. I bent into him and kissed the head of his dick, then swirled my tongue around the slit as my hand continued its gentle pumping.
“Ava…” he growled.
To redirect his attention, I carefully scratched my fingernails across the clipped hair of his balls. All the way up to the tip of his dick then back again as I took him all the way down my throat.
I wasn’t a huge fan of deep throating, but I knew he was, so a few swallows wouldn’t hurt. By the second bob of my head, pleasure was blooming in me because of the obvious pleasure I was giving him.
“Fuck!” His chest rose and fell as he panted, “Breathe… breathe…”
As soon as I came up off of his cock, I slid my body forward, rolling my already wet pussy over his aroused member. His breathing spiked as I crawled up his body and slid my tongue into his mouth. His hands flew to my hips as he angled me so he could slide his cock inside.
“I need a condom,” he rasped as he pulled his mouth away from mine.
“Not yet,” I whispered hotly in his ear.
I moved up farther and sat on his chest, playfully letting my breasts dance in front of his face as I leaned over and grabbed the book.
“Okay, what’s the first position?” I flashed the picture of the first position in front of his face so he could see it with me. It was easy enough for me, but Lucas didn’t look like he approved. “I’m on top, so you’ll have to let me do the work now.”
He growled, “I don’t know if that’s even possible.”
I leaned into his ear again and whispered, “Anything’s possible,” then licked his earlobe and softly bit down before popping off of his chest to assume my position.