CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Lucas
“That was pretty incredible,” I said as I curled Ava closer to me, “you okay?”
I’d seen the ecstasy on her face, and she didn’t run and hide this time, so I knew there were good moments for her at the very least.
“I didn’t think I’d like it, but surprisingly, it was better than I thought it would be. It was weirdly exciting.” She flashed me a shy smile. She was always so adorable. Strong willed with her own kind of power. I was coming to better understand her heady mix of attributes.
Her expression turned devilish, her voice low and tinged with lust. “So, the card stated that one or both of us could enjoy the anal delights, and I’ve enjoyed mine…”
“Nope, you played there yesterday,” I said firmly, hoping I sounded serious but also trying to make her laugh to circle the subject. While last night’s tryst with my forbidden zone was intriguing and sexy, it wasn’t something I felt comfortable doing over again.
I loved it, but I don’t give up control. For me, control was my lifeline. I was in charge of my world, and my asshole was not on the menu — the feelings involved were too intense. I couldn’t tell Ava that, however, because just those few moments of her vulnerability helped me understand what she struggled with in letting go.
Ava winced as she shifted and sat on the edge of the bed. My guess was she probably wasn’t going to be up for anything more tonight. We were both still wide awake, and I needed another go, as I was still edging along a sexual high.
She carefully slid off the bed. “I think I’ll rinse off.” She beckoned to me, and how could I resist?
I joined her when she turned on the water and was letting it cascade over her sex-ravaged body.
“Shall I wash you?” she asked in a sweet, demure tone.
She knew my penchant for demure, and so I handed her the soap. She lathered it in her hands, her eyes cast downward as she caressed my abs and torso, using only her hands to wash my body.
Her touch felt incredible, and my semi-hard erection graduated to full hard-on very quickly under her expert care. She ignored my inflamed member to concentrate on my middle region. Her attention seemed innocent enough, letting her hands glide over my shoulders to massage my biceps, then down to my forearms and fingers. She massaged each one. Fuck, her touch felt good.
She moved her massage back up to my forearms and elbows, lilting her hands down my sides, wiggling her fingers to test how ticklish I might’ve been. I didn’t flinch and gave her a searing glare.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, not holding back the dominance in my voice.
She flinched and flushed red. Unlike my subs, it wasn’t out of guilt or embarrassment, but indignation. Her hands continued their play, sliding down my sides to smooth over my trimmed pubic hair and massage the skin around my pelvic bone. My cock was standing straight up in front of her so she lovingly stroked her thumb over the engorged head as she cupped my balls.
Those little fingers had me cross-eyed with delight. I wanted to be inside of her again, listen to her scream and moan as I pounded inside and showed her who was boss, who was master.
But those fingers had other plans as they tickled my perineum and she shifted behind me.
“Now time for your backside,” she sang in a low, seductive melody. She pushed me forward by laying a hand on my back and bending me toward the wall.
I grabbed her hand, and even I was surprised at the dark threat in my voice. “I told you, I’m not having you anywhere near my ass. You need to understand you can’t cross my lines.” I was the alpha here.
She stiffened, her lips pressed into a thin line. “What about my lines?”
“That’s different.”
“How are your lines different?” She got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “We’re in this together. I’m not sure how they’re gonna know whether we do these challenges, but I’m in this to win. That means we both do the challenges, whether we like them or not.”
I followed her out of the shower and snapped a towel off the rack, not sure what her next move was going to be, but praying desperately that she wasn’t planning on walking out of this. We’d covered so much ground. We could get through this, she just had to chill out. Women were so overly emotional.
I opened my mouth to tell her how it was going to be, and she held up a silencing hand.
“Before you command me,” she started in a softer voice, “I want you to hear me out. This is supposed to be pleasurable for both of us. Our anal areas are the only sexual organ, other than our lips, that we share. Why can’t we experience something as foreign as this together? Why can’t we share our feelings with one another? Do you think I wanted to have your dick up my ass?” She was getting heated again, her face flushed.
“You liked it, admit it!” I wasn’t going to let her pull that on me. I could tell by her orgasm that she loved it.
“That is beside the point. I’m asking you if I wanted to do it before we started.” She stared at me, half wrapped in a towel, dewy and naked and gorgeous.
Fuck, she was messing with my head.
“Possibly not.” I wanted to cross my arms but knew that would make me look defensive.
“You were so intent on me being the one who had to complete this challenge when it said either of us. Telling me you’d pleasured other women’s asses wasn’t helpful.” She spit out the words. “I’m not a piece on an assembly line. Maybe I didn’t want to go there. Did you ever think about my having a right to say no?” Her eyes were blazing, and she’d never looked so stern and in command. And so fucking sexy.
I’d never let my subs get mouthy with me, and apart from my own mother, everyone had been too afraid to ever approach me in this manner. I’d always gotten my way. No woman had crossed me as she was. I wasn’t sure I liked it on a visceral level, but it was turning me on. Making me want to do whatever I had to do to make her happy. What was she doing to me?
She was still talking. “This is a game, and to play and be successful we have to try new things. This is something we can experience together. Why do you get to say no and I don’t? And why would you want to shy away from an experience you could share with me?” Now she seemed hurt, as if my reluctance wasn’t about power, but about her venturing into the unknown without me.
“There are a host of reasons that have nothing to do with you, Ava,” I stated plainly, unwilling to go further.
“I’m not subservient to you, Lucas. I won’t be. When I leave this game and walk away from this, you can find a woman who wants subservience. I’m not, and I never will be that woman. We’re playing a game. The rules stated that both of us could participate in the challenge equally.”
She was right. This was just a game. So… when had it become more than that? And why did her walking away make me want to lock her in the bathroom so she couldn’t?
She was unhinging my perspective, and I loved and hated her for it. Despite her belief to the contrary, she had my attention. Just the thought of her going back to her old life without me made my knees feel like jelly. I sank down on the edge of the tub, buying myself a moment to compose.
She followed my cue and sat next to me on the smooth surface. “I loved having you play with my ass.” She laughed. “I never thought I’d be saying that, and I never thought I would experience feelings that were so erotic and complex. They were shameful, guilty, and wonderful all at the same time. Why wouldn’t I want to give you the same kind of exotic pleasure?” Silence filled the room as she stared at me, waiting for an answer.
“It’s different for men like me. I don’t share experiences. I’m… well, I’m a billionaire. I don’t need to share anything.” And there it was…
She rolled her eyes. “The only reason I agreed to this contest after I found out I was selected was to challenge myself. I needed to break out of my shell, and the money would help me do that, to live a better life. I didn’t come here to flirt with or marry a billionaire. I could care less about your money or your power. I can walk away from it. What I struggle with now…” her gaze fell to the tile, and she swallowed, “is walking away from you. Yet, there are parts of your personality that I don’t understand. I’m willing to stretch my boundaries, why can’t you?”
She had no idea how much I’d already stretched my boundaries. She’d pushed me beyond my limits, and this was as far as I was willing to go. I wouldn’t break down nor succumb to my emotions, but still, I was considering giving her this. Because she was right. When she played with my ass last night, it was an intense and singular sensation. It took me to a place, sexually, I never thought I’d go. And I thought I’d been to the highest plateau. Those feelings were intriguing and not entirely unwanted.
“Because I’ve never had boundaries I didn’t set. However, in the interest of testing boundaries, men who practice this type of sex allow this kind of stimulation?” I needed to get my head around this.
“Yes, it’s called a prostate massage, and it’s a wonderful experience for a man. Most don’t allow themselves the pleasure.” Her face lit up with a smile.
“I’ll let you massage and touch me, but no more,” I said so quietly, I almost didn’t think she would hear.
Had I just given in?
A look of joy flashed across her face as she turned on the bath and poured in oils.
“The bathtub?” I asked, intrigued.
“Better than the bed.” She flashed that smile again, and it heated me from the inside.
“Just don’t ever tell anyone I did this…”
She laughed, a pure and musical sound that was filled with total delight. “I promise and double swear, I’ll never ever say a word about any of this. I think I also signed a legal thingy that said that as well. Your secret is safe with me.” She put her foot in the water to test its temperature. “Shall we?” she asked, giving me her hand.
She flicked on our trusty iPod and the room filled with exotic music as she smoothed the oiled water over my back, and we both sank into the rich, warm water.
And I sank into the unfamiliar land of submission.