CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lucas
I wanted to not only win this next challenge but also make Ava feel safe, especially after last night.
We entered the great room, where a blazing fire radiated welcome heat. We were both tired, cold, and wet. I helped Ava out of her ski suit, as much to work on strengthening the connection forming between us as to get to touch her. This was such new territory for me though, I had to take baby steps.
Lucy, standing near the hearth, called for our attention after Mason and Isabella walked in, snow covered and happy. They looked like they were having fun, maybe even too much fun.
“Alright everyone, before we let you loose for your lunch, I have a few announcements.” She pulled out a pair of bedazzled reading classes and a paper from the pocket of her cashmere sweater. “The ski challenge winners are available now, since the timings are the only basis for a win. Both teams made the run in under ten minutes with Lucas’s team clocking in at nine minutes forty-eight seconds and Mason’s team coming in at nine minutes and forty-three seconds, making Mason and Isabella the winners of this challenge. Congratulations, Mason and Isabella, on your first win.”
I felt like I’d been slapped in the face. That challenge had been so much fun, and Ava had conquered her fear of the slopes. I doubled my determination that Ava and I would win the next one.
“First, your next challenge, the sixth challenge, will be similar to the first night you were here. As soon as you’ve finished your lunch, you’ll go back to your quarters and have a nice hot bath. That’s it, just a bath. Make of it what you will.” Her voice held a note of snarky seductiveness as she waggled her perfectly drawn on eyebrows. “The only rule we’ll employ during this time-honored bathing ritual is that you may not fornicate in the traditional way.” Lucy made a circle with her fingers on one hand and pumped the forefinger from her other hand in the circle, simulating the act like a twelve-year-old boy.
Mason and I groaned at the same time. Sometimes my uncle and his posse could be a bit much.
“As soon as you’ve completed your sexy bath, you’ll get the rules for this evening’s challenge.” She gave us a sly smile. “Enjoy your lunch.” Lucy joined my uncle at a table in the back of the room.
It was wonderful to eat a well-earned meal and be warmed with a hot toddy. Ava chose a hot spiced chocolate that smelled like pure sin. By the time we were done with lunch, I was practically fuzzy with warmth and good food.
“Have you ever tried the Dom?” I held up the bottle of Uncle’s favorite drink that I’d pilfered from the kitchen to Ava as we rode the elevator up to our suite.
“Are you speaking of the champagne or referring to yourself?”
When my eyebrows shot up, she punched my arm. I knew she was being sarcastic, but I liked that she wanted to keep it fun. I loved how she usually kept things lighthearted.
As soon as we got to our room, Ava and I checked out the bathroom. The bathtub had been ringed with candles, and there was the scent of something sultry in the air.
“Oh, that looks amazing.” Her voice was hushed, almost reverent. Her muscles were probably screaming from all that work on the slopes. “You coming in?” She stripped out of her clothes and piled them on the chair.
The scent of Patchouli and lavender got stronger the closer I moved to the tub. It was like I’d walked into a hippie enclave.
I coughed as I stripped. “They may have overdone the bath oil.”
“The scents are supposed to fire up the love organs.”
At her words, my cock suddenly leaped into an almost painful arousal. That and the sight of Ava’s perfectly beautiful body as she stepped into the hot water had me heating up. Great, another few hours where I’m forbidden to have sex. I haven’t had this many boners since I hit puberty.
“I’ll warn you, it’s working.” I opted for playful versus dominant. With other women, I would’ve said something along the lines of my cock was angry, and they would be punished if they didn’t make him happy.
At my words, Ava’s eyes fell to my hard member, and her tongue flicked out and over her lips, making my dick jump in response. “No fornication, remember?” She shrugged with a disappointed look as her beautiful tits disappeared beneath the hazy water. Wafts of steam swirled up around her. I didn’t think it was humanly possible, but she looked even more incredible basking in the water, framed in fog and candlelight.
I climbed over the edge of the tub into the hot water, my erect cock about at her eye level. Its head glistened. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water, her hair wet at the ends and sticking to her neck. I wanted to taste her, run my tongue—
“What do you think they define as ‘fornication’ exactly?” she asked innocently as I sank into the water and she slid around behind me, kneeling, draping her arms over my shoulders and locking her hands together at my chest.
I could feel her wet breasts on my back, her pussy at my ass crack.
“Fornication is sexual intercourse.” I gulped, hope filling me, as her hand crept lazily downward to my stomach, my abs tensing at her touch.
“So, I can wash you?” she cooed into my ear as her other hand, clenching a bar of soap, stroked down my thigh.
My breathing was heavy, my body so full of need — my cock hadn’t ached so much in my life. When I was in this kind of state of arousal, I’d call one of my subs and demand she be at my feet naked, then I’d shove my cock in her mouth, fuck her until I alleviated the pain. Domination made my orgasms so much more intense.
This, though, what Ava was doing, this was torture. She needed to be shackled, needed to be punished for taking such liberties. My subs would never have—
Her soaped up hand was slippery as it coursed down my cock and pumped with a sensuous speed. She stayed behind me, I knew so I wasn’t tempted to touch her or pick her up, toss her over the side of the tub, and ram the fuck right into her.
She knew my tendencies already, which was disturbing. She stayed focused on simply washing me with a washcloth with one hand, massaging muscles I didn’t know were sore until she started working on them, and stroking my cock with the other hand.
I’d never done this, let the woman have her way. When I thought of it that way, I tensed, ready to put a stop to it.
“Your muscles are so hard, tense.” With her words, her hand slid lower, and she squeezed my balls gently.
My head fell back, and I let myself fall into the feeling of being worshipped. “Definitely hard.”
She massaged my neck, my shoulder, down my arm, the muscles in my back. When her fingers dove into the hair at the nape of my neck, and she softly commanded, “Stand up,” I barely even registered that she’d given me an order, and didn’t care.
As water dripped from my heated body, she stayed behind me and washed my ass. Then, oh my god, she took the cloth and worked it between my legs, rubbing the soft cloth over my ball sack from behind.
Her hand then slithered around the front of me and washed my torso to the line of my pubic hair, then my legs to the apex of my groin. Fuck. All the time she was doing this, her breasts and their erect nipples grazed my back over and over again. It was too much to bear. Her skin on mine, both of her hands surrounding my cock now. Pumping. Making heat fill me. The room disappearing. Everything but her and my heavy breaths, my engorged cock.
I felt a tingle in my gut, a hard, tickling ache as my cock danced on its own in her hands. I was so hard, so aroused that dribbles of pre-cum slid down the shaft. A few more touches and… I’d…
My lungs seized as the orgasm hit me so fast, I couldn’t have stopped it. I came, hard bolts of cum shooting out of me and hitting the water. “Ahhhh… ghhh,” I cried out as she continued to pump my dick, and I unloaded more into the water.
When I was finished, she laughed softly behind me as she moved around to face me, her face glowing with heat.
“Now, it’s your turn to wash me,” she said, handing me the cloth.
I was so spent, I couldn’t do more than wash her gently, I guessed almost lovingly. When I finished washing her body, we got out of the bath happy and warmed to our cores.
Holding my hand, she led me to the shower. I narrowed my eyes at her. “Didn’t we just have a bath?”
She grinned. “Spermy water.”
She didn’t have explain anymore. We stood under the spray for a long time, just holding onto each other.
Not having sex had never been this incredible.