Chapter Ten Dare
A fter a quick clean up in the bathroom, I gave Ava one of my robes. We then made our way to the kitchen. “What sounds good?” I asked.
“What do you have?”
Opening the fridge, I replied, “A little bit of everything.”
At the sight of all the containers, Ava’s eyes widened. “What is all that?”
“Leftovers from my housekeeper.”
Ava snorted. “Of course you have a cook.”
“No, I have a housekeeper who cooks and cleans.”
“Okay, Mr. Big Stuff. No need to brag,” Ava countered as she grabbed a container. “Mm, teriyaki chicken and vegetables.”
“Are you sure you don't want to keep looking? I know there was Steak Diane and scampi this week.”
“Nope. This looks delicious.”
“Don’t tell me you come home every night for dinner.”
With a shake of my head, I replied, “She brings it to me or sends it with one of my bodyguards.”
“And who is she?”
“My housekeeper.”
“Does she have a name?”
“Erin.”
“Does she wear a French Maid uniform while she cleans?”
“No, smartass, she doesn’t.”
“Don’t tell me you hired someone that didn’t have enormous tits and a fat arse?”
I snorted. “Erin is my mother’s age.”
“Just because she’s older she could still be a fox.” Batting her eyelashes, she said, “Remember I’m older than you.”
“While she was a looker in her day, Erin is also my cousin.”
Wagging her brows, Ava teased, “So you like to keep it in the family, huh?”
I smacked her ass playfully. “You are entirely too sassy when you’re sexually satiated.”
Ava grinned. “If you say so.” Handing me the container, she said, “Will you heat that for me, or will you need to call the housekeeper to handle it?”
“You’re going the right way to get your arse slapped again.”
“I hope so,” she replied with a wink.
Shaking my head with a smile, I went over to the microwave and plugged in the time. As the container started circling, Ava asked, “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What are you going to eat?”
“More of your fanny later.”
“While I won’t object to that, you need something heartier.”
Leaning around her, I grabbed the container with the Steak Diane. “This should do.”
“Yes, you need your protein to keep up your stamina,” she remarked.
“I can assure you that you never have to worry about my stamina.”
“Lucky me,” she purred.
She then turned her attention back to the contents of the fridge. After rooting around for a few seconds, Ava grabbed out a large container of fruit along with two bottles of water. She then bypassed me to deposit them on the table.
When the microwave dinged, I grabbed her food out before popping mine in. As I started over to the table, Ava leaned over the cutlery drawer, causing one of her luscious tits to pop out. “Oops,” she giggled before covering it back up.
But it was too late. My cock was already stirring to life again. After tossing her container on the table, I grabbed Ava by the hips. Her mouth popped wide in surprise. “What are you doing?”
I hoisted her up on the table. “I want you.”
“One flash of my boob has you hard again?”
“You make me insatiable.”
“But I’m hungry,” she pouted.
Glancing at the fruit bowl, a wicked thought entered my mind. I dug out a chunk of cantaloupe. Cupping Ava’s cheek with my hand, I brought the piece to her lips. “Eat,” I commanded.
“What if I don’t like cantaloupe?” she challenged.
“Eat it anyway.”
She had the audacity to wrinkle her nose at me. Jerking her chin at the bowl, she countered, “I want the pineapple.”
Fuck. I needed more than a night with this woman. I wanted to break her until she didn’t dare to question me. I wanted her to want to please me before she thought of what she wanted.
“It’ll never happen, fuckboy,” she said with a gleam in her eye.
“Excuse me?”
“Whatever fantasy you have of me bending to your every whim, it’ll never happen.”
A laugh burst from my lips. “Jaysus, woman, how the hell did you know what I was thinking?”
She grinned. “Remember I can read you. I saw the wheels turning in your head.”
“What if I made it where you wanted to bend to my whim because I gave you so much pleasure?”
Placing her hands on my face, she countered, “And what if I made it to where you wanted to bend to my whim because I gave you so much pleasure?”
“I could live with that.”
With a playful roll of her eyes, Ava replied, “I call bullshit.” As her thumb traced my bottom lip, she said, “There’s no way you’re giving up total control for me.”
“We could always compromise. I give a little and you give a little.”
“Maybe.”
After popping the cantaloupe in my mouth, I winked at her. “Mmm, so juicy.”
“Good for you,” she replied with a smile.
Grinning, I reached over to take the pineapple out of the bowl. “For the lady,” I offered.
Licking her lips, she eyed me before leaning in. When she bit into the pineapple, juice dribbled down her chin and trickled onto her chest. The sudden gleam in Ava’s eyes caused my cock to jump. “I made a mess.”
“You did.”
“Clean it up.”
A dark chuckle reverberated through me. “You’re playing with fire.”
Tilting her head at me, she replied, “Use your tongue.”
While she chewed, I swiped my tongue across her chin, sucking up the moisture. I then licked a sticky trail down her neck to suck up the remaining juice along her chest. Being that close to her breasts was too tempting, so I sucked a nipple inside my mouth.
“That wasn’t dirty,” she panted.
“It is now.”
As I suctioned my mouth around the hardened point, Ava’s fingers twisting through my hair. “Mm, Dare,” she moaned.
Alternating between licking and sucking, I teased the nipple into a hardened point. I then started over to Ava’s other breast, but she pulled back, reaching for the fruit bowl. She brought an enormous strawberry to my lips, and I took a bite. After I finished chewing, I sucked the other half in my mouth. I slid the uneaten part down her chest and over her stomach.
Her breathing hitched when I reached the juncture of her thighs. Widening her legs, I brought my head between them. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Hush.”
“Excuse me?”
Glancing up at her from between her legs, I said, “Shut your fucking mouth, Ava, and let me give you pleasure.”
Although fire burned in her eyes, she bit down on her lip.
Turning to her left thigh, I slid the strawberry against her skin. Her legs trembled when I repeated my motions on her right thigh. Then I brought my mouth to her center, rubbing the strawberry against her sensitive nub. Ava gasped with pleasure.
Going for the gold, I brought a finger up and slipped it inside her. After swirling it around her slick walls, I began to pump it in and out of her.
“Dare,” she moaned, raising her hips as I worked a second finger inside her. All the while, I kept rubbing her clit with the strawberry. “Oh fuck! Oh yes, I’m going to come!” she cried.
Her hands flew out to grip the edge of the table momentarily before she brought them to cup her breasts. Her hips bucked up, and she started murmuring my name over and over.
When her walls finished clenching around my fingers, I withdrew from her. As she gazed lazily up at me, Ava said, “Let me guess. You’re going to expect me to eat your cock before I get to eat my chicken.”
I laughed. “I would be a real bastard to deprive you of food.”
“You just did,” she protested.
“But you got an orgasm out of it.”
“True.” She pulled herself up into a sitting position. “Can I at least get a few bites in before you ravage my pussy?”
“I’ve got an even better idea.”
“What’s that?”
“How about a slow fuck while I feed you?”
She eyed me curiously. “And how exactly would you do that?”
“After I grab a condom from the bedroom, you’ll straddle me here in this chair. You can ride me while I spoon your food to you.”
Ava’s lips curved in a satisfied smile. “I think I’d like that very much.”