Chapter 39
Avery
Avery, the dominatrix?
I haven’t admitted this out loud, but taking charge in the bedroom has been an item on my sexual fantasy bucket list ever since I’ve started having sex.
In the past, I’ve never felt the courage to follow through with it.
Not until now. Not until Cas, who has unknowingly crossed off many items off of this list. Sex in the shower?
Check. Going down on me? Check. Yeah, that one is kind of sad, but in my past relationships, no one has ever done it.
Rough Sex? Check. So, yeah, it's obvious this man is checking all the boxes.
Now as I look down at him, I’m hesitant.
So far, he’s taken charge—except for in the shower.
My confidence is replaced with fear as I internally freak out.
Will he enjoy this? Yeah, I took over in the shower, but I never went as far as going full on dominatrix mode.
Cas blinks up at me, concern etched across his face.
“Avery? Hey, what’s going on? You okay?” he asks.
“Well, I’ve had this, uh, bucket list. Things I’ve wanted to try sexually. I’ve had it for a while and well, I haven’t been able to cross things off. Not until recently. But, I’m having a hard time with the last item.”
“A list, huh? What’s on it, and more importantly, what is the last item you need to check off?” Cas smirks.
“Well there’s shower sex, rough sex, and having someone go down on me. All things you exceeded expectations on, might I add.” I bite my lip in hesitation, worried what he’ll think about the final item.
“Hey, talk to me, baby,” Cas says while his thumbs stroke my cheek.
“I, well I wanted to be what they call a dominatrix? But now I’m nervous.
You did such an incredible thing for me yesterday and I wanted to find a way to say thank you.
It’s stupid. I look stupid. I'll change.” I start to get up, but his hands go back to my waist in a tight grip, keeping me in place.
"Don't. You. Dare. That picture you sent me was fucking hot. If you weren’t home when you sent it, I’d have gone out to find you and dragged you right back here to fuck you senseless. You are not stupid, and you sure as hell do not look stupid. I’m here, baby. Use my body, Avery. I’m all yours.”
Use my body, Avery. I’m all yours. That’s the encouragement I need to follow through with my plan.
I take his hands off my hips to stand up.
Before he can say anything, I lean down and make my first demand, “I'm in charge now, and you’ll do as I say.” He groans before his hands finally let go of my hips. Being in charge feels liberating.
“I am now in charge. If you break my rules, you'll suffer the consequences. Now, take off all your clothes and do it quickly. I don’t have all day,” I say, hand on my hip with a quirked brow.
He licks his lips and moves into a sitting position, but he slowly removes his shirt instead of following the directions to take the clothes off quickly.
When his eyes meet mine, they have a hint of challenge, almost as if he doesn't believe me.
I smile wickedly and force his legs apart so I can stand in the middle.
“That's how you wanna play, huh? Fine, I warned you.” Then in one quick movement, I take one of my feet and press the heel into his chest so that he’s lying flat on his back.
I climb on top of him in a straddle position, grinding up, down, and then circling my hips over his dick.
He grunts and groans, so I speed up my pace, and when his hands start to fly to my hips, I jump off of him.
“Avery,” he groans out my name and you can hear the sexual frustration in his tone.
I look at him with fake pity. “Poor baby, you aren't satisfied, are you? Maybe you’ll listen to me when I make my demands. You'll take off all your clothes quicker if you want to be rewarded,” I say. The words are only halfway out of my mouth before he starts stripping at lightning speed.
I’m staring at a fully nude Cas and my eyes travel down his body, landing on his fully hard cock.
“Good boy,” I say while pushing him back down on the bed.
I almost miss the hitch in Cas’ breath at the praise.
I, again, spread his legs wide enough so I could stand between them before getting into a kneeling position.
His face says he knows what’s about to happen, and I smile wickedly at him before placing my mouth around him.
I work him hard with my mouth stroking, sucking, and licking as fast and deep as I can.
Not wanting him to come apart on me yet, I take my mouth off him and slither my way up his body to kiss him senselessly. His hands try to move towards my hips, but I use my hands to handcuff his wrists at his side. “Remember it's me who's in control now, so you better be good and listen.”
“You know, I’m getting tired of wearing this corset,” I say while turning around, glancing back over my shoulder with a gleam in my eye, making my next demand.
“I need you to unzip me, but do it slowly.
I don't want anything to rip.” He all but jumps off of the bed, ready to unzip me.
He starts fast, so I turn out of his grip just as quickly.
“You have a hard time listening, don’t you?
It's a shame that you have to be punished,” I say, reaching for my zipper, slowly bringing it down and watching his eyes roll back in his head.
He always likes to undress me, so I know this moment is torture.
Fully unzipped, I shimmy slowly out of the corset and let it drop to the floor.
I’m completely naked except for the thigh-high boots.
“You really should have listened,” I tsk playfully.
“Avery, please,” he begs.
“Back on the bed you go and get there quickly.” Cas clumsily scrambles onto the bed and I can’t help but grin.
“Here's what's going to happen. I’m going to climb on top of you and ride you so fucking hard that you won’t know what hit you. You can touch me only in the places I say and when I say it. Break any rules, and well, you know what’ll happen by now.” I smirk.
“Yes, mistress,” is all he can manage, pupils dilated and breathe erratic.
Mistress? Oh, I like that. Cas smirks up at me as I sashay over to him, making sure I put a little extra swing in my hips.
The bed feels soft beneath my touch as I crawl over his body so I can straddle his hips.
I guide him towards my entrance and take him completely inside of me.
I grind my hips in a circle, hitting all my glorious spots, and moan out his name in a low husky sound.
“Give me your hands.” I place his hands on my breasts before he can respond.
“Touch me here,” I say. As soon as he does, my back arches and I slowly move up and down on him.
He starts kneading and squeezing. But when he uses his thumbs to caress and pinch my nipples, my body involuntarily picks up speed.
I lean over to change the angle, allowing his dick to hit my g-spot, causing flashes of light to dance behind my eyelids.
I continued to give him access to one breast, but then took his other hand in mine, bringing it to my neck.
“Now choke me and choke me just hard enough.” My demand comes out hoarse with lust. He starts with a light touch, but I guide my hand back up to his and show him how much pressure I want.
“Keep doing that. Keep squeezing me there until I stop. I won't stop until I finish. Then we’ll worry about you.” That demand sent the both of us into a frenzy.
His quick squeezes match my own movements, and the faster he squeezes, the faster I ride, coming completely undone.
“Do-don’t stop. Cas, don’t you dare fucking stop!
” I shout out the last part, my orgasm so intense it catches me by surprise.
I feel myself pulsing around him, riding out my pleasure, still in complete control.
Before he could come, I hopped off him. “Stand up, now!” He stands up so quickly I'm surprised he didn't fall over from a head rush. I get on my knees to finish what I started earlier by taking him back into my mouth, moving at an even faster pace than before. His hands grip my head as he starts thrusting into me with quick rapid pumps, and he’s close.
Like last time, he tries to pull out, but my grip tightens, and once again, I let him come in my mouth.
And when he pulls out, I look at him under my lashes with a wicked gleam as I swallow.
Both of us are trying to catch our breath and come down from that high, but I’m still reeling.
Taking charge felt powerful, and I wondered why I’d never done this before.
Actually, I know why I haven’t done it before.
Cas brings out the wild side in me. He brings me over to the bed, and we cuddle while we wait for our breathing to become normal.
Laying there content and satisfied, I snuggle deeper into the crook of his neck and he is the first to speak.
“Avery, that was, wow. Like, just wow. Who knew being a sub would be something I'd be into. New kink unlocked thanks to you." He leans down and kisses my forehead.
“I felt powerful and sexy. I've never done that before, and I am glad my first experience was with you.” I look up at him with a hopeful look in my eyes and I see that his head is cocked to the side and he’s wearing a cocky smirk.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.
“You. You did that, you took charge.” He flips us so that he’s on top of me before continuing. “That was hot as fuck, baby. I need to let you take charge more often.” He briefly presses his lips to my forehead before getting up to put his clothes on.
“I did do that, didn’t I? It was exhilarating and I’m fucking proud of myself.” My smile stretches across my face to the point of it being painful. I watch Cas get partially dressed with a confused look. “Wait, why are you getting dressed ?”
“You should be proud of yourself, baby. It was incredible. I have something for you but it's at home. I’m just gonna run home and grab it before I let you ravish me again for round two.” He bolts out of my room like The Flash, shooting me a wink over his shoulder.
Too stunned to move from my bed, I stay tucked under the covers, waiting for him to return.
After about five minutes, he’s back and carrying a giant ass package the size of his torso.
Cas’ breathing is rapid, probably from running like a maniac, and is wearing the cheesiest grin I’ve ever seen.
He allows himself a minute or so to catch his breath before walking back to the bed, practically throwing the gift into my lap.
I push myself up into a sitting position as my eyes ping pong between Cas and the gift.
“What’s this?” I ask, knowing he’s about to give me some sarcastic remark. What he says though surprises me.
“Oh something I've been working on. Go on, open it.” His smile is infectious and I can’t help but grin back at him before tearing into the paper.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. In my hands is a stunning photo album full of memories from the last couple of months. The first page has a list and each item has been checked off. Tears prick behind my eyes as I look up at him.
“Cas…” My voice is breathless and soft.
“Well, see, when you told me I needed to show you that this time was different, I knew I needed to take it seriously. So with help from Asher and Max, we developed the best friend boot-camp plan. The plan was to remind you of some of our favorite childhood memories by recreating them in the present. I knew I had one chance to show you this time was different, so I wanted to make it perfect. Then I figured it would be a good idea to have it all laid out in a photo album so that you can look at it and maybe smile. That piece of paper on the cover is the original list I wrote and knew I needed to include it.”
“I, wow, I don’t know what to say. You did this all for me?”
“Avery. I would do anything for you. You’ve brought me back to life.
You’ve shown me what it is to be a friend.
You’ve given me everything by simply existing.
It’s you. It’s always been you.” I put the photo album on the floor gracefully before jumping into his lap.
My arms are wrapped around his neck, our noses touching.
My eyes continue to leak tears and my heart is so full I’m surprised it doesn’t burst.
“I, thank you. I love this so much. I can't wait to fill the rest of these empty spaces with future memories. This is one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone has ever gotten me. I love it, Cas."
I grab his face in my hands and kiss him. "And I love you." Time and life cease to exist out of this moment. It’s just me and the boy I fell in love with all those years ago.