CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lucas
The look on Ava’s face would’ve been comical if I didn’t know how real the fear behind her eyes was. In the last few days, we’d grown closer. Our trust was building, and yet, I knew this could set us back. But it shouldn’t. We could have a lot of fun tonight.
The thought of my cock buried in her ass nearly sent me over the edge.
I’d learned a few things from her about relaxing and facing things I feared with awareness and deep breathing. I had the idea that I’d mimic what I learned during my lingam massage and guide her with those techniques. Technically, we weren’t allowed any foreplay for another hour, yet how could shaving be considered foreplay?
I guessed I’d find out.
“Why don’t we shower together? This way, we can be ready faster, and the visual stimulation would be quite nice.” I kept a bright smile on my face, making sure she didn’t guess I had ulterior motives.
“You think that’s allowed?” she asked, looking hopeful.
“I don’t know, let me find out.” I’d never actually taken advantage of the guides, so now was as good a time as any. I went back downstairs and found one.
“No touching genitals,” the guide said when I asked, replying as if I’d asked if they stored coffee in the kitchen.
“Just what I wanted to know, thank you.”
I eyed Ava with excitement that was perhaps a bit predatory when I returned.
“What?” She shifted nervously.
“Come with me,” I commanded. We were on my time now.
I led her into the bathroom, where I carefully peeled away the top layer of her clothing.
“I can undress myself,” she lightly protested.
“I’d like to pamper you a bit, after the patience you showed me last night. Let me undress you,” I said in a rich, authoritative tone and continued until she was standing bare before me.
.
She took a shaky breath, her cheeks flushing a sweet pink color, reluctant to let me take the lead. I was going to show her, though, that letting go was just as pleasurable as holding on for dear life.
As soon as she was naked, I undressed. She made a motion to assist, but I gave her a reproachful eye and she backed away without words. Maybe she could become a successful sub — only time would tell.
I turned on the shower and left the water to warm up while I grabbed shaving supplies. Again her eyes widened as she watched me taking razors and shaving foam from the medicine cabinet.
“Oh hell no.” She shook her head ferociously.
“Why not?” I stood naked before her, my cock swelling slightly with her pussy in such close proximity. “It’s terribly exciting to have someone shave you.” I stepped closer to her. “Get in the shower, and I’ll show you.” She didn’t budge. “You would’ve been disappointed if I didn’t do as you asked last night, and I would’ve missed an incredible experience because I was being stubborn. I advise you to not make that mistake.” I knew there was menace in my tone, but she had to eventually learn that I held the power.
She gave me a flirtatious, naughty look. “Oh, so domineering. It’s clear you were an only child, and you never let anyone else play with your toys.” She hopped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down her hair and on to her back. She looked so fucking sexy, displaying her perfect body.
I stepped in behind her, picked up a bath sponge, and poured a liberal amount of soap on it that filled the air with the scent of lavender. Starting at her shoulder and moving down her arm, I gently washed that gorgeous body, making sure to steer clear of the erogenous zones. When I got to her leg, she’d relaxed enough that she let me carefully shave her calf, running the head of the razor across the back of her knee, up her thigh. Then slowly beginning near her ankle again, up her calf, over her knee, gliding gently until I reached where her hip began. I repeated my motions for the other leg. By this time, her breathing had changed to a slow, rhythmic tempo.
To throw in a little fun between us, I moved up to her arm, lifted it and brought the razor close to her skin as if I were about to shave under her armpit. I grinned and began to tickle her instead.
She jumped back, squealing, my finger caught between her arm and her side. “No, no, please, I’m…” She buckled over with laughter, holding her arm close to her body, trying to flinch away.
“Ticklish?” I asked with a sinister joy. “Oh, I’ll remember that.” I leered as I lifted her back into a standing position. “But I won’t use it while I have a razor in my hand. That might not be the safest move.”
She exhaled deeply. “Thank you.” However, her breathing stopped again when I slid down and faced her pubic area. “Oh, come on…” she protested, her voice exasperated with a hint of need. “You can’t touch there anyway.”
“I’d like to see you bare. I love the feel of a soft, hairless pussy.” The guide had said no touching, so I turned the razor around, and let it slowly slip between her folds and down her center, while the shower pelted us with warm water. I made sure to stop before I hit the off-limits mark.
She threw her head back in surrender, probably knowing if she fought me, I’d win anyway. I liked smooth, soft skin — it was a fetish of mine. I didn’t want to go too far with Ava, so I left a tuft of hair — a well-manicured patch was sexy. Other than that, I shaved her almost completely naked. The feeling of soft, bare skin made sensations so much more… acute. She’d learn this soon enough.
When I was done, I stood back and just looked at her. She was beautiful, standing there so vulnerable to me, a backdrop of steam rising behind her. In fact, the sight of her had my cock standing at attention and ready for this evening.
I took the showerhead down from the wall and rinsed her, making sure she was completely clean. Then, since I wasn’t allowed to touch her, I thought I’d try something fun.
“Spread your legs,” I demanded in a firm voice.
I watched her expression change as she weighed her options, grappling with the idea of obedience and defiance. It would have been interesting if she’d chosen to defy me, but she knew what was coming was likely pleasurable. I smiled when she mentally tucked her defiance card away for later.
“Good girl,” I praised as she opened for me, and I angled the showerhead between her legs, changing the massage setting to a hard, pulsing stream. She gasped and collapsed against the tiled wall as I ran the water jet slowly over her pussy, back and forth, covering every inch with warm, pulsating water. I watched her face and knew when I’d found her clit. Her pupils widened, her breathing changed to pants. “Don’t move. I’m going to hold this here, right over your sweet little nub until you come.”
Her legs tried to give, and I supported her waist, pressing my erection to the side under her ribcage. I lowered the showerhead in closer, until the water was a relentless throb. She cried out, writhing, then threw her head back and moaned. I then turned the jet to a single hard stream focused only on her clit, which had her keening as she braced against the wall. I could tell by her cries that she was about to come, so I moved the stream to her little pink asshole and shot it as close as I could to the center. Her head rolled as the sensations electrified her.
We still had fifteen minutes before I could touch her by the clock on the small corner table, so I flicked the warm water back and forth from her clit to her pucker and brought her orgasm slowly closer. But never letting it take her.
“Please, Lucas.” Her voice was urgent and pained.
I stroked her hair. “Just a few minutes longer. Let’s get you ready.” I turned off the water and helped her step out of the shower. I dried us both and used the coconut oil from the night before to give her a light massage. I wanted her to hold on to the high I’d brought her to.
When we were done, we looked at the clock with high expectations. I’d gotten her in the frame of mind for this, and I was so excited my dick was actually pulsing up and down. It was eight fifty-eight… we were almost there.
I fucking loved anal sex. It was an exciting way to pleasure a woman, especially because the backside had a dark mystery to it. Since I was of a rather large size, my cock created the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. The ass was forbidden fruit, my favorite delicacy.
At eight fifty-nine, I approached her, my cock hard and ready as it thrust out from my body, forcefully erect. There’d be no escaping this monster tonight, and by the look on Ava’s face, she knew it.
I pulled her close to me, sandwiching my erection between our bellies, and whispered in her ear, “I’m in charge this evening. I promise not to hurt you, degrade you or scare you. However, if I do any of those things, please tell me to stop. I will stop immediately. This will be painful at first, so I’ll go slow, but I want you to breathe like I did last night.”
Tonight, I’d be her Dominant, whether she liked it or not.
“Okay,” she whispered, aroused and fearful at the same time.
“I don’t want to win this game at your expense. I know you’ll enjoy this if you just let go.”
As the clock ticked over to nine, I could see her retreating into a quiet, defensive place. I vowed to myself to make this an evening of pleasure she’d never forget.
I took her hand and walked her to the bedroom, where a basket had been left filled with an array of things for us to play with. Lubrication in different flavors, pocket-sized vibrators, and anal toys of different sizes were spread out on a satin cloth on the dresser. I wanted to only focus on Ava, but something to play with would be nice for a while.
“It’s time.” I tried not to snarl as I gently pushed her on to the bed. “Spread your legs for me, Ava, as wide as you can get them.”
She obeyed without protest, watching me with alert eyes. She kept her gaze on me as I leaned over to a basket on the side table, plucked a condom off the top of the pile, and rolled it down my hard length.
I thought she was too nervous to talk, so I wanted to lighten her mood before beginning. As a Dominant, I wouldn’t stretch the rules for my subs this much, but I would for Ava. She wasn’t a sub. She was a wonderful person, and I was thrilled she let me dominate. She wasn’t in the lifestyle, and I was sure she couldn’t or wouldn’t bear it if she really knew what being a sub entailed.
So, I did something very uncharacteristic of me. I jumped on her, hissing, “You’re mine tonight!” When her expression changed to horror, I tickled her sides.
She crumbled into giggles. “What’s going on?”
She screamed playfully as I pressed my weight down on her and tickled around her middle, inching ever so slowly down to her center, the slick skin I loved inviting me closer. When my fingers grazed her pussy, dripping with her juices, I covered her mouth with mine, my tongue claiming hers. I dominated her mouth while my hands played over her delicate folds.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” I slid my tongue into her mouth again, not giving her the chance to answer.
When I pulled away from the kiss, she was breathless, her eyes wide and expectant as I placed my arms on either side of her head and leaned on my elbows. I wanted her to see my face as I positioned myself between her legs.
I pressed the tip of my cock against her dripping pussy, and she took a short, shallow breath. “I’m going to fuck you now.” She closed her eyes, and I pushed in to the hilt, my balls pressing against her ass. I held myself there as my cock jumped inside her, and she felt it, moaning and meeting my eyes.
I needed this to be hard and fast so that I could get to work on her beautiful backside, but I pumped slowly at first, leaning in and kissing her softly. Scooping her up into my arms, I increased my rhythm, fucking her in earnest. Diving in and out, my balls slapping against her fine ass, I pumped without stopping. Her arms were wrapped around me, and we’d created our own little hot cocoon. Her breaths were short, heated bursts punctuated by tiny moans as I felt her pussy grip my dick.
I ordered, “You may not come.”
She groaned loudly, her head thrashing back and forth.
“No coming for you.” I gave a few more hard thrusts, just to test her. She clenched again but looked up at me with appealing eyes. “Not yet.”
“Oh god, Lucas.” Her hips bucked, and she squeezed me hard with her legs, trying to regain control of her body.
I was close to orgasm as well, but I wanted what was next more.
I pulled out of her and slapped her pussy, sending sparks of sensations through her as she cried out. I wanted her in a euphoric state before I started to work on her ass. I could tell by her glazed expression, we were in a good place. She was sexually ignited.
I hoped she’d still be open to my needs as we continued, because I was starting to have deep feelings for her. I’d only been a few days, and yet, this woman was whittling into my soul. No woman had ever gotten this close.
I slithered down her body and lapped at her swollen pussy until her wetness bloomed again. She was winding up, so I applied coconut oil to her tiny, pink hole, rubbing it until the outer ring of her virgin berry released under my ministrations and accepted my finger.
She yelped and bit her lip as she sucked in air.
“It’s going to be okay, Ava, I promise.” I met her eyes, unable to believe what I was hearing myself say. I’d usually silence the woman if she gave any indication that my invasion of her ass was painful, but I couldn’t silence Ava… I didn’t want to.