Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Avery
Sliding her mouth up and down Nick’s cock, Avery’s buttocks squeezed together. It had been a long time since she’d had a plug inside her. She was pretty sure it wasn’t the only thing that would be in her ass tonight and was aroused just thinking about it.
Talk about a graduation celebration.
Her nipples throbbed as they bounced, Nick’s thrusts coming a little harder and faster as his breathing increased.
Hand tight in her hair, he was staring down at her with half-lidded eyes.
Avery looked up at him, sucking harder, sliding her lips to the base of his cock, so the head pushed into her throat.
She gagged slightly, the muscles working around the intruder, and Nick’s eyes rolled up into his head.
Inner muscles clenching in pride and arousal, Avery pulled back and then slid down again.
“Fuck!”
Nick’s guttural cry came only a moment before the hand in her hair pulled her forward, holding her in place as he throbbed against her tongue. As salty-sweet hot liquid splashed against the back of her tongue, her throat worked, swallowing convulsively.
Her buttocks clenched around the plug, pussy aching emptily. It didn’t matter that her knees hurt or her nipples were throbbing painfully. It only added to the experience. She was fully submitting to a Dom again—to her Dom—and the feeling of fulfillment was overwhelming.
Not that the classes didn’t count or the times she and Nick had played at home, but they hadn’t been like this.
Nick loomed over her, confident in himself and what he was doing.
She was on her knees, aching and throbbing and squirming, pleasuring him and knowing there was more to come.
Submitting to his desires and knowing he would lead her.
“Good girl.” His hand cradled the back of her head as his dick softened in her mouth, leaving the taste of him on her tongue.
Avery didn’t stop sucking, and when he finally groaned and pulled away, he was still half-hard.
Shaking his head in amusement, Nick chuckled, his dark eyes boring down into her.
“Or maybe I should say, naughty girl. Let’s get you up.
I think you could do with a little flogging. ”
Nick
Securing Avery’s wrists to the large square frame so they were spread wide, Nick grinned when she sucked in a breath when his chest brushed against her nipples.
The tips sticking out from the clamps were dark red and ultra-sensitive.
Her shoulders tried to roll forward to protect them, but with her arms bound the way they were, she couldn’t protect them.
“Are these hurting?” he asked with false sympathy, tugging on the chain hanging between them.
Pain and arousal flared in her eyes as she sucked in another breath, this one far deeper than the one before, and squirmed in her bindings.
“Yes, Sir.” There was a challenge in the way she said it.
A familiar tendril of guilt flickered, but he ignored it, leaning in as he tugged a little harder. She gasped, her pupils dilating.
“And you like it hurts, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir.” Now the challenge had died down, and she admitted it with a whimper.
Letting go of the chain, Nick slid his fingers over her stomach.
Avery closed her eyes, whimpering again, embarrassed by what he would find, and as expected, his fingers touched wetness as soon as they curved over her mound.
Nick chuckled, stroking the tender folds and teasing the little nub of her clit.
“Oh, yes, you like it a lot, don’t you?”
Avery didn’t answer with words. Thrusting her hips forward, she rubbed herself on his fingers as if she might get herself off. Nick let her do it for a few long moments, enjoying the feel of her rubbing against his fingers, his cock slowly hardening again, before he took them away.
Her eyes popped open, meeting his with disappointment and anger. Meeting her gaze evenly, Nick held eye contact as he lifted his fingers to his lips and deliberately licked them. Avery’s mouth dropped open. Nice to know he could still surprise her.
“Very sweet,” he said, cleaning the last bit of her cream from his fingers. “But no orgasm until after your flogging, sweetheart.”
Being denied turned her on even more, but it also sparked her temper—a lovely combination.
Grinning, Nick moved to pick up the flogger.
Out of all the whipping implements, this was the one he was the most comfortable with.
His own ass still burned from where Master Law had demonstrated the whip and the cane earlier.
Nick wouldn’t be using either of those tonight, though he might eventually work himself up to a whip.
This flogger was right up his alley—soft falls of leather that could sting or caress, and none of the heavy knots or braids would do more damage.
He felt comfortable with this one, especially for a lighter, celebratory scene.
Flogger in hand, he tilted his head as he examined her.
Face flushed, eyes alight with anticipation, feet braced, hands wrapped around the chains attached to the cuffs on her wrists.
He should take the nipple clamps off before he started.
Her nipples were turning a dark red, and he didn’t want to forget about them while he was flogging her.
Besides, this way, he’d be able to flog her front without worrying about catching the clamps and adding extra sensation to her already tormented buds.
Avery
Naked and flogger in hand, cock half-erect, Nick looked every inch the Dom.
She lifted her head in surprise when he stepped forward rather than walking behind her, then moaned when she realized his intention.
Of course, if he waited to take off the clamps, it would hurt even more, but that was a problem for future Avery.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” she chanted, going up on her toes as the first clamp came off, and a painful, tingling sensation rushed back into the crushed bud.
Fuck, that hurt. Nick’s lips came down, and his hot mouth enveloped the tiny nubbin, soothing it with his tongue, turning the pain into something hotter, more enjoyable.
Her ass clenched around the plug, pussy throbbing.
He repeated the process with her other nipple, leaving her hotter and wetter, her breasts swollen and throbbing, leaving her panting. Letting her head drop back, she breathed through it as Nick circled behind her.
The first lash of the flogger against her ass made her moan, and she pushed her hips back.
The sting was negligible compared to the pulsing pain in her nipples, but it felt so good.
The leather came down, again and again, a hypnotic rhythm that had her dancing under its lash as her arousal curled around inside her.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” She was barely aware of chanting under her breath until she got a little louder, her own voice filling her ears and combining with Nick’s increased breathing.
She didn’t know how long he flogged her. The back of her shoulders and ass were heated, need pounding through her, then it stopped. Avery moaned, writhing against her bonds. She wanted Nick. Needed him. Needed to feel him.
As if he had heard her thoughts, he was behind her, cock nestling erect between her cheeks as his hands slid up and down her sides. The skin he’d flogged felt even hotter with him pressed against her. She moaned, arching her back and thrusting her ass toward him.
Cool air between them, she felt the plug being pulled from her. She moaned, quivering, waiting.
Nick returned, his cock, hard and hot, prodding at the entrance of her anus. Thicker than the plug but slick with lube, it pushed in. Avery gasped, doing her best to relax as her opening was stretched. The sting was delicious, the feeling of being filled decadently perverse.
It had been so long, it was almost like losing her anal virginity again. It felt right giving herself to him, taking the discomfort for him. This was something she could give him, do for him. Something she enjoyed as much for what it did to her head as what it did to her body.
“Oh fuck… Nick… please…” The thick shaft pushed deeper, filling her completely, his groin pressing against her heated skin. One hand moved to the front, between her legs. Avery cried out when she felt the buzzing hum of a vibrator against her clit. When had he gotten that?
Hard thrusts filled her, over and over, the vibrator rubbing over her sensitive lips and clit as she was rocked forward and back.
Ecstasy swirled, crashing through her, claiming the sting and the pain, sending her soaring.
Avery screamed Nick’s name as she sobbed with the erotic torment of overwhelming rapture.
Nick
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He’d known he wouldn’t last long. This was his first experience with anal sex, the longtime taboo, and knowing Avery would do it for him, the shocking intimacy he felt with her guaranteed to make him cum faster than usual. That’s why he’d done the celebratory blowjob, then grabbed the vibrator.
What he hadn’t realized was Avery’s reaction to the vibrator would have its own effect on him. Her muscles clenched, rippling, milking, and he was pulled into her orgasm.
Pressing into her, every inch of his cock was massaged as her orgasm went on and on.
His own climax burst, jets of fluid filling her.
Her clenching muscles pulled every last drop of pleasure from him, leaving him holding onto her until he could get his legs working again.
Then he moved as quickly as he could, getting Avery down from the frame and carrying her into the other room.
One of the benefits of being the owner’s brother, he had the room for the night, unlike the others. They’d be heading home, but he and Avery would be staying. Another surprise for her. He’d packed her overnight bag without her knowing and dropped it off earlier.
Snuggled up in the big hotel bed, he had almost fallen asleep when she finally stirred in his arms.
“Nick?” She sounded as sleepy as he felt.
“Relax, sweetheart.” He stroked her hair. “We’re spending the night. Surprise!”
“Are there any more surprises?” She giggled. “Not that I’m complaining.” She rubbed her nose against his chest. “These have been the best surprises ever.”
“Surely, it wasn’t really a surprise that I love you?”
“No… I guess I knew, deep down, but I wasn’t sure if you were going to say it. And stop calling me Shirley.”
“Did you just quote Airplane to me?”
There was a pause.
Then a light snore.
She’d fallen asleep.
Chuckling, Nick gathered her closer. His sweet little subbie chef. He’d tired her out.
“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness.
“Mmm.” It wasn’t an audible declaration of feelings, but he knew what she meant.
Feeling happier than he could have ever imagined, Nick closed his eyes, knowing he was exactly where he wanted to be—and for the first time in his life, it had nothing to do with the kitchen.
Avery
Watching Nick, Avery pressed her lips together to hide her smile. He looked frazzled, pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair. Coming to an abrupt halt, he rolled his eyes.
“Avery, are you listening to me?” Her mom’s voice broke through her amusement, quelling it. It was hard to stay amused at Nick’s reactions dealing with his mom when she had her own mom to deal with. Why had they agreed to call the parents at the same time? Oh, right. Misery loves company.
“Yes?” The word came out as a question, and her mom sighed.
“I asked why you can’t come down for both holidays with him. We’ll just move things around. Celebrate Thanksgiving on Saturday instead of Thursday.”
Avery rubbed her forehead.
“Mom, you know how restaurant work means I only get either Thanksgiving or Christmas day off? Well, Marquis is really, really great and closes for both days, but they’re still open the day before and the day after.
” Avery had been over all this with her, but her mom heard what her mom wanted to hear.
Before her mom could respond, Avery plowed ahead.
“One or the other of us has to be at work the day after the holiday. We’re making an exception for one holiday this year, so we can come down to meet you.
We cannot do that for both. It wouldn’t be fair to everyone else in the kitchen. ”
There was a long silence, then her mother sighed.
“Sounds like you found someone just like you.” Her tone was accusatory, and Avery had to laugh.
“In some ways,” she admitted. “That’s why we work so well together.” In and out of the kitchen.
There was another moment.
“Fine. We’ll take whichever holiday you can give us, but your father and I are going to come up and spend the week with you as soon as we get the opportunity. Spend some real time with your young man.”
“That sounds great, Mom.” To Avery’s surprise, she realized she meant it.
Normally, her parents didn’t visit for more than a few days, which she preferred.
She’d spend the entire time stressing over what they thought about her life, her job, her home…
This time, she’d have Nick to lean on. Apparently, that made all the difference.
Turning, Nick caught her eye and mouthed, ‘I love you.’
‘Love you, too,’ she mouthed back, grinning at him.
Moving here had been the right decision.
Giving Nick a chance had been an even better one.
Her heart was so full and warm. When they finally managed to get off their phones with their respective parents, Nick opened his arms, and she walked into them for a kiss that curled her toes.
She was home.