Chapter 30
Her body tried to get away from me, sore from everything I’d put it through, but I held her steady, hooking my arms around her thighs and pulling until her back was flush against the counter.
She could relax while I feasted, while I rewarded her for giving in, letting herself admit everything was true.
Her back arched as I stuffed two fingers inside her. She moaned my name and half-heartedly begged me to be gentle.
I didn’t let up, though. I curled my fingers, hitting her sweet spot, stroking it in rhythm with my tongue on her clit.
“Rowen! I’m going to sq—stop!” she shrieked, but I ignored her pleas.
I continued my meal until her thighs were shaking and her cunt was squeezing my fingers.
“Please! No!”
Seconds later, she was soaking my hands and face, screaming my name while she coated me with her juices.
I silently high-fived myself for making her chug that water bottle in the kitchen.
“I love when you do that,” I told her as I pulled my mouth away, leaving my fingers inside her, her cunt still sucking them in.
She shook her head, covering her face with her hands. “You shouldn’t,” she muttered. “It’s gross.”
I chuckled. “Baby, men would kill to be with a woman who can do this. I hit the fucking jackpot.” I kissed her stomach and removed my fingers from her body.
I left her on the counter to wash myself up in the sink, listening to her catch her breath and mutter ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ several times.
When I walked back to her, she pushed her fingers into the waistband of my pants, but I grabbed her hands and pulled them up to my mouth, kissing her fingers.
“I want to return the favor,” she said, pouting. The way her bottom lip stuck out made me want to pull it between my teeth, but if I kept touching this woman, I wasn’t going to stop until she passed out.
She needed food.
I kissed her forehead. “Let’s eat. You need to replenish your body after last night and today.”
She watched me carefully. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
I shook my head and chuckled. “I want nothing more than to see those pretty brown eyes staring up at me with my cock in your mouth.” I grabbed the plates of food we’d abandoned on the other side of the kitchen.
“But we have plenty of time for that. Now come and eat so you can keep up with my insatiable hunger for you.”
She giggled and led the way to the living room, giving me a perfect view of her ass.
We ate and watched Avery’s favorite movie, a rom-com about a lawyer and a wedding planner faking a relationship to land a client. She was stunned when I turned it on, her cheeks turning rosy when I told her I knew everything about her.
She no longer flinched at the idea, no longer called me crazy. She accepted it.
***
The next couple of days were what dreams were made of.
At night, I wore the mask. Avery would run into the woods, try her best to hide from me, and I’d find her, fuck her, and carry her back home, half-conscious.
In the morning, I woke her up with my cock or my tongue and watched her fall apart from my gentle touches.
I cooked for her, massaged her feet, kissed every inch of her skin, left marks that would last for days, and claimed every possible part of her.
Avery told me about college, her classes, and her struggles with making friends.
She told me she was starting to question whether graphic design was her thing or if she needed to take the summer to figure out something else.
Her mom had encouraged her to enjoy the summer: no job, no school, just relaxing.
I worked from home while Avery watched her TV shows, though my eyes were more on her than the screens.
Our parents were meant to come home the next morning, so we had one night left.
“Can we do it here?” she asked, leading me to her room.
“In your bedroom?”
She nodded. “I want you in my bed tonight.” Her smile faltered slightly. “I want it to smell like you before I have to sleep alone again.”
There was a pain in my chest at the reminder.
In the morning, we had to go back to the way things used to be, at least when our parents were watching.
Avery said she wasn’t ready to share what had happened between us, so I promised to try my best to be satisfied with having her in the dark when we were alone.
“Of course,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “No running?”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, looking shy. “I opened the bag under your bed.”
Oh.
Oh!
I’d nearly forgotten about the bag.
I left to retrieve it, and by the time I made it back, she was in her bra and panties.
Black. Lace. See-through.
“Av…” I murmured, enamored by the view of her body.
“You like it?” she asked, looking nervous.
“Fucking love it,” I said. I pushed her onto the bed, dropping the bag beside her. “What excites you most in there?” I asked, pointing at the bag.
She was breathing hard, looking at me before opening the bag to search. A moment later, she was pulling out a small box.
“I was hoping you’d choose that,” I told her with a grin.
“Why?” She looked hesitant, worried the sight of the toy had excited me this much.
I leaned over her, forcing her to fall back, and kissed her neck. “Because that little toy, that little rose, is going to make you squirt all over the bed for me.”
“What? No! I changed my mind. Let me pick a different one.” She tried to sit up, but I didn’t budge.
“You don’t get to change your mind.” My voice was dripping with desire, need settling in my cock, hardening it past what was comfortable.
I grabbed the toy from her hand, set it aside, and retrieved a bundle of rope from the bag. She was breathing steadily as I positioned her in the middle of the bed. I tied her wrists together and then to the headboard.
“Do you trust me?” I asked her, pressing a kiss to her lips.
Her head bobbed. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
I grabbed a small ball gag from the bag, put it in her mouth—which she accepted like the willing little toy we both knew her to be—and buckled it behind her head.
Her eyes were wide, a tantalizing fear in them, unsure of what she was in for as she submitted to me entirely, allowing herself to be totally vulnerable and at my mercy.
I didn’t speak as I worked with another rope to tie a single column on her ankle before pushing the heel of her foot to her ass, squeezing her leg and looping the rest of the rope around her leg then tying it back down to her ankle to secure it.
I repeated the same thing on the other side.
The futomomo.
She wriggled, but there wasn’t much moving she could do like this.
“You’re already a whimpering mess,” I teased as I ran my hand over her lace-covered core, making her hips move to meet me.
“God, I’m barely touching you, and you’re already needy for more.
” I ran my hands up to her breasts, pushing her bra up to free them.
“By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be a cute little puddle. ”
Her breath hitched, and she pulled at the rope, stretching her arms above her head, and squeezed her thighs around me. She already looked a mess—cheeks flushed, eyes wide, chest moving rapidly like she couldn’t get enough air.
I pulled the rose toy from the box and held it up for her to see.
She squirmed as she stared at it. I pulled a knife from the bag and cut her underwear off, barely missing her pussy with the blade.
Then, I pressed the power button, smiling when it hummed to life.
Her hips jerked as I ran the vibrating toy down one of her inner thighs.
She let out a strangled moan, and her body bucked when I pointed the top of the toy at her clit, letting it suck her in, stimulating her sensitive nub. I watched her melt in seconds.
“That’s it,” I said in a thick voice.
Her body wriggled. She pulled at the ropes, already panting, falling victim to the rose toy. I cranked the level up, letting the toy do its job, relentlessly stimulating her clit. The gag muffled her moans, but they were still a goddamn symphony.
I reached up to pinch one of her nipples, and she squealed.
“I can’t wait to see you fall apart. I won’t stop until you’ve soaked the bed, baby.”
She came right then, shaking, crying out, her body locking tight as she was dragged under. After a few seconds, it was like a wire snapped, and her body shuddered, thighs trying to squeeze me out.
I held her legs open, holding the toy steady against her. “There’s not enough of you on the bed,” I stated, my voice raspy, full of lust. “Guess we’ll try again.”
She groaned loudly, eyes begging as I kept the toy against her overstimulated clit. She closed her eyes and whimpered as I forced her through a second wave then a third. Her thighs were trembling. She was struggling to keep her eyes open.
But I didn’t stop.
With the toy still sucking on her clit, I shoved two fingers inside her and curled them, stroking her for a few seconds until I felt her clench.
I quickly removed my fingers and watched as she flooded the sheets.
She was screaming and shaking her head as she shattered before me, squirting hard against the pressure.
Beautiful.
Absolutely fucking beautiful.
When I turned the toy off and set it to the side, her body sagged in relief. She whimpered, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of what she’d just done for me.
I grabbed the lacey bra she’d been wearing and ripped it clear down the middle before I cut at the straps until I could pull it away from her, leaving her completely naked under me.
She looked at me expectantly, wiggling and pulling on her ropes.
“Oh, Av…” I drew out in a low, teasing voice. “We aren’t done, not even close.”
I reached for the bag and pulled out a little black anal plug with a pink-hearted jewel on the end. Her pupils blew when she caught sight of the next act of our performance, but instead of being flustered, she looked hungry, wanting to be filled. To be used. To be owned.