Chapter Twenty
Ava
I entered the luxurious suite, the door closing quietly behind me. The city lights outside twinkled like a sea of diamonds, but I focused entirely on the man waiting for me inside. I was hardly ever nervous before a date, but it had been a while since my last one. Handling the other girl’s affairs and my daily life had taken more time away from clients than I initially expected.
David Pierce stood by the window, tall and composed, exuding authority. He was no ordinary client; he was a senior advisor to the President, a high-ranking official whose role and influence were shrouded in secrecy. I knew his title from the briefing I received, but the specifics of his job remained a mystery.
“Ava,” he greeted, his voice smooth and commanding. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“Good evening, Mr. Pierce,” I replied, my voice steady and professional. I’d met powerful men before, but there was something different about him, something that made my pulse quicken just a little.
He extended a hand, gesturing to the seating area. “Shall we?”
I nodded, moving to sit on the plush sofa. He joined me, close enough to feel his presence, but not so close as to crowd me. There was an air of sophistication about him, a quiet intensity that intrigued me.
“I’ve heard you’re exceptional at what you do,” he began, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I want to know more about you, Ava. What drives you? What are your dreams?”
I hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by his genuine interest. Most clients weren’t interested in the person behind the profession. “I’m studying to become a lawyer,” I admitted, surprising myself with how easily the words came out.
His smile widened, a look of admiration in his eyes. “Impressive. It takes a lot of strength to balance two demanding lives.”
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me at his praise. “Thank you. It’s not easy, but it’s what I want.”
He leaned in slightly, his gaze turning more intense. “And tonight, I want you to submit to me fully, Ava. Can you do that?”
A shiver ran down my spine at his words, the anticipation building. “Yes, I can,” I replied. My job was exactly that — even if I was the dominant one often. This was a change for me. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing my hair.
“Good. I want to pull your hair. Will you allow me?”
I nodded, unable to speak as he moved closer. His hand tangled in my hair, a firm but gentle tug that sent a wave of sensation through me. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the feeling, surrendering control.
“And,” he murmured, his voice like silk against my ear. “I want to make you cum. But you can’t fake it like I am sure you usually do.” I swallow the lump I hadn’t even noticed formed in my throat, nervous, another feeling I hardly ever felt around clients anymore.
His hand trailed down my body, exploring, teasing. I gasped as his fingers found their way between my legs, his touch skilled and precise. I arched into him, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.
“Tell me, Ava,” he commanded softly, his fingers roaming around with a rhythm that drove me wild. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” I managed to gasp, my body trembling. “So good.” He smiled, his hand retreating suddenly and making me whimper.
“On your knees,” he commands.
I obeyed without hesitation, sinking to my knees on the soft carpet. He rose, standing over me, his expression one of pure authority and power. I’d never been so turned on by a client before, so ready to surrender all control. “Crawl,” he said simply, and I did, following his every move.
We moved into the bedroom, the bed huge and luxurious. He sat on the edge, his eyes never leaving mine. “Clothes off,” he ordered, and I complied, shedding my dress and underwear, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I stood before him, naked and vulnerable, yet never feeling more powerful.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice laced with approval. “Come here.”
I approached my breath catching as he reached out, his fingers ghosting over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “On the bed,” he instructed, his voice a low rumble.
I climbed onto the bed, lying on my back as he stood over me, his gaze devouring every inch of my body. He undressed slowly, methodically, his eyes never leaving mine. The anticipation was electric, my pulse racing as he finally joined me on the bed.
His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, and commanding my body with an expertise that left me breathless. He pulled my hair again, his grip firm but gentle, sending jolts of pleasure through me. His touch was intoxicating, his dominance both thrilling and comforting.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he murmured, his hand sliding down my body, finding its way between my legs.
“Yes,” I breathed, my hips arching against him, desperate for his touch.
He chuckled, a low, deep sound that made my heart race. “Good.” His fingers played around my pussy until he located the small nub of my clit, massaging it expertly. “You’re so wet,” he growled, his touch driving me crazy. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s incredible,” I gasped, my hips grinding against his hand. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t, his fingers circling my clit in a maddening rhythm. I was already so close, teetering on the edge, his every touch sending me closer to release. “Please,” I begged, my body trembling. He pushed a finger inside me, and I cried out, the feeling overwhelming, as he added another, stretching me, filling me. His lips were on my neck, his other hand on my breast as his fingers fucked me in a rhythm that was maddening.
“Do you want more, Ava?” he asked, his voice low and sensual.
“Yes,” I pleaded, my body arching into his.
He moved quickly, flipping me onto my stomach, his hands on my hips, pulling me up. I braced myself on my forearms, my ass in the air, and presented for him. I glanced over my shoulder, watching him admire me.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” he said, his hands exploring my curves. “Absolutely stunning.”
I could barely respond, lost in the feeling of his touch. I felt his hand on my ass, a soft, light slap. The sound was like music to my ears. Another, this time harder, and my body trembled with desire. He controlled me with an ease and precision I had never experienced, pushing me to my limits and taking me places I’d never been.
He positioned himself behind me, his cock sliding along my slick folds, the sensation driving me insane. His hands on my hips, holding me in place, his control absolute. I heard him shuffle for a second; something ripped, and I assumed he was putting on a condom. He pressed the head of his cock against my entrance, slowly, achingly, filling me.
“Oh god,” I groaned, the feeling almost too much to bear.
“You’re so tight,” he growled, his cock filling me completely. He didn’t hesitate, pounding into me, his movements expert and deliberate. He knew exactly what he was doing, his pace perfect, driving me to the edge.
“More,” I moaned, the pleasure building with every thrust.
He didn’t disappoint, his cock slamming into me, his movements urgent and wild. His other hand reached around, fingers on my clit, rubbing in a frantic rhythm that sent me spiraling out of control. I knew I wouldn’t need to fake anything, just like he wanted, the tension in my body building with each stroke.
“You’re so greedy,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You want to come, don’t you?” His thrusts were becoming more brutal, more demanding. “Come for me,” he growled, his cock filling me again and again. “Beg me to allow it.”
“Please,” I gasped, the tension coiling tighter, threatening to snap. “Please let me come.”
“Do it,” he growled, his fingers working faster, his cock filling me deeper.
The tension snapped, the orgasm ripping through me, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I cried out, the feeling overwhelming, his cock slamming into me as his fingers continued to circle my clit. I could feel him tense, but before he reached his climax, he flipped me over on the bed and removed the condom.
“Open up,” he said, his eyes burning with lust.
I obeyed, opening my mouth as he stroked his cock, his eyes locked on mine. “Keep your eyes open,” he commanded, and I did, watching him work his cock with expert precision. He was close, the muscles in his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He groaned, his cock twitching in his hand as thick ropes of cum spurted from the head, coating my tongue and lips. “Swallow every single drop,” he commanded.
I did; the taste was salty and warm. He watched, his expression one of pure ecstasy, as I licked the last few drops from his cock. He smiled, satisfied.
“Good girl,” he said, leaning down and kissing my forehead.