Chapter 7
Asher
She follows me silently. I toss off my jacket and glance back at her.
“You sure you want to go through with this?” I ask her.
She’s trying to hide her trembling with her fingers twisting in her skirt. Her round eyes look up at me as her throat bobs. “You’re not like a secret serial killer, right?”
My lips quirk. “Serial killer? No.” Stalker, perhaps.
My darling Ava has no idea how deeply I’ve invaded her life, but something within me knew she was mine. I’ve reached a point where I’m done fighting it; it was futile from the beginning. I should have given in months ago.
“Comforting,” she mutters, wrapping her arms around herself.
I raise an eyebrow. “Did you tell anyone you were here?”
“How could I? It’s not like I can tell my roommate that I’ve become my professor’s plaything.” She scoffs, then presses her lips together as if she didn’t mean to snap at me.
“Pet, you’re my little pet. Not a plaything.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “What’s the difference?”
I step closer, grasping her chin to look at me. “Playthings are to be used and discarded.” My thumb rubs along her bottom lip. “Pets are to be cared for, cherished, and kept .”
Ava shudders under my hold and I let go of her, nodding at the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”
She shakes her head. “I’m too nervous to eat.”
“Nothing to be nervous about. I told you before you can stop anytime.” I wouldn’t be happy, but I’m not going to force her into anything that makes her uncomfortable.
Ava sighs. “And I assume you wouldn’t pass me then.”
“Hmm. You would have to work for your grade the traditional way, yes.”
I catch the slight roll of her eyes and file that away to add to her punishment today. She watches my held-out hand with caution before deciding to take it. I curl my fingers around hers and pull her to the kitchen.
“I’d feel better if there’s something light in your stomach.” I lead her to the table and have her sit in the chair. Ava’s wide eyes watch me as I grab fruit from the fridge and make her a small bowl of mixed grapes, strawberries, and watermelon. I already know the answer, but I set the bowl in front of her and ask, “Any allergies?”
“No,” she replies, picking up a grape and sucking it between her lips and biting down. My cock twitches as I sit across from her and watch intently as she eats. Her eyes stay on the food, but the blush on her cheeks tells she knows my attention is on her.
“Nervous still?”
Ava looks up at me and shrugs shyly. “A little, but…”
I arch an eyebrow. “But?”
Her eyes turn softer as she stares at me. “You’re not what I expected, I guess. I thought I would really regret offering myself like that.”
“And you don’t?”
“Not yet.” Her quiet admittance nearly makes me chuckle and I nod.
“Not yet,” I agree with her.
She slides the empty bowl to me and I stand, tossing it into the sink.
“Come. I have something to show you.”
“Just to confirm one more time. You’re not a virgin, correct?”
Ava blushes and shakes her head. Her eyes stray behind me again, and I try to contain my smirk.
“Good.” I turn and move to the middle of the living room, lifting the giant black box. The sex saddle sits on the floor, a half-circle dome of black padded cushion.
I toss the box to the side and grab the cable to plug in the machine.
Then I snatch the bag of attachable cocks, pulling out a few sizes. Facing Ava, I hold out an average-length but thicker girth in one hand and a longer, even thicker dildo in the other.
“Which size do you think you can handle?”
Her eyes are wide as they shift between the two, her breathing quickening with each rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her lips quiver as she looks down at the saddle again and swallows.
“W-what is that?”
“Answer the question, Ava,” I tell her curtly. She’ll discover what it is soon enough. I step closer so she can examine them, and her fingers tremble as she chooses the more average length.
My mouth pulls up in a small quirk. It’s enough to get her loose for me, but I’ll guarantee she can handle my size.
Nodding, I grab the cleaning spray and wipe off the saddle and cock before attaching it to the top of the dome. I glance at her over my shoulder. “These are brand new, never used by anyone else.”
The night she came crawling to me and begged to be my pet, this was my first purchase. I’ve played with a few women, but I’ve always thrown the toys away after. Anyone I choose to be with has different features that I enjoy watching.
I stand and face her, the object of my current obsession. Admittedly, my attraction to Ava has gone on longer than most. The strength of it scares me, which is why I stayed away from her initially. But my will is only so strong, and I’m only a man when she offers herself up on a platter.
My eyes roam over her body and her shoulders straighten as I study her.
Ava has such a natural beauty that is often overlooked. Her long black hair hangs down her back, a frizzy wavy mess. She’s so pale, the veins from her arms down to her hands are bulging blue and look sickly. Freckles dot across her cheeks, barely visible under the dark circles that hollow above them. Her brown eyes look like melted chocolate when the sun flashes across them and darken to nearly black while inside.
“You bought it for me?” Her question brings me out of my thoughts and back to our game.
A blush on her cheeks tells me she’s reading more into this than she should, but I don’t call her on it. Instead, I walk to my desk across from the toy and settle into the chair behind it.
“Strip,” I command.
Ava’s attention is on the floor as her shaking fingers undo the buttons of her white blouse. She shrugs it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, and my cock throbs when I see the black bra cupping her breasts. The dark color looks heavenly against her pale complexion and when she pushes her jeans off next, I nearly groan at her matching panties.
She licks her dry lips before looking up at me. “More?”
I nod, reaching under the desk to knead my aching cock with the palm of my hand.
Ava unclips her bra and tosses it away. My breath stalls as her plump breasts fall a bit, drooping from their weight. Her dark red nipples jut out in hard tips. I crave tasting them, to curl my tongue around the soft flesh as I squeeze them in my hands.
She blows out a breath before dropping her panties next, and I lean onto my elbow, biting down on my knuckle at the small, trimmed patch of black curls. She’s magnificent, an eternal beauty I’ll never tire of gazing at.
Opening the drawer, I pull out the small tube and hold it out for her to grab. “Lube. If you need it.”
Her eyes flicker to it, then back down to the machine on the floor. She crosses her arms, obstructing the perfect view of her chest. I scowl, which she catches before she drops her arms back to her sides. Then she walks over slowly, grabs the bottle, and moves back to the middle of the room.
“Don’t be afraid to use it, Ava. I don’t want you in pain.”
She nods, biting down on her lip. “You just want me to sit on it?”
“Yes, just like you would ride a real cock.”
Ava uncaps the lube, pours some onto her hand, then kneels to stroke the dildo. My eyes trace the curve of her back and down over her ass, wanting a peek at the pussy just hidden from view. She grips the fake cock, only hesitating for a second before stroking it slowly and slathering it with the clear liquid. I can see the small tint of pink on her cheeks as she does, and I know she’s embarrassed as I watch her.
My cock hardens further at her humiliation, the fact she still can be…is turning me on more. Ava’s blush is like a drug to me, and I constantly seek my next hit. The innocent aura that lingers around her begs me to corrupt her.
She stands, staring at her glistening hand then looks back at me. I nod to the towel I placed on the couch and she cleans it off before moving to the saddle. Ava swallows, staring down at it with apprehension.
I cross my arms, watching her before she lets out a sigh and moves over the toy. One foot on each side, she squats and grabs the dildo to notch at her entrance, and then her nervous eyes reach mine.
“Don’t be scared, Ava. I only want your pleasure.”
Her mouth falls open as she sinks down. Her knees fall to the floor as she settles, and her nails dig into the edge of the cushion. I drag my eyes down her body, the quiver of her breasts as she shifts to her side to accommodate more of the cock.
Her lips as they stretch around the dildo, giving me a glimpse of the pink flesh underneath. I stand, and her eyes widen as I walk towards her.
“Look at you. Such a good little pet sitting on that cock. So beautiful,” I mutter, rubbing a knuckle under her chin and tilting her face up to me. “Take it all, Ava. Stretch that desperate pussy.”
Her pupils dilate, her breathing grows shallow as her eyelashes flutter, and she rocks her hips back and forth. When her pussy rubs against the top of the machine, I kneel before her to ensure she’s taken it all.
My thumb presses against the top of her folds, finding the small swollen bud. She jerks at the first swipe and I fight to contain my smile.
“Sensitive little whore, aren’t you?”
Ava tries to shake her head but I tsk at her. Licking the small smear of juices on my thumb, I stand and stare down at her. “I’m going to grade my papers. And you’re going to stay on this. You’re not allowed to move off of it, understand?”
Her eyebrows furrow, but she nods. “I understand.”
“Good,” I smirk and grab the remote thrown to the side. I set it on medium vibration and she lets out a small shriek when it starts to hum immediately.
“Oh god, Asher—that’s— Oh. My. God .” Her head flings back as her body shakes. Her cheeks flush as her first orgasm washes through her. My cock leaks at the sight, the way her stomach contracts and her fingers scramble to grip onto something.
Her toes curl as her thighs clench around the machine. She’s panting as she looks up at me, her chin trembling as she struggles to stay seated from the painful pleasure of oversensitivity.
I kiss my fingertips and press them against her lips before walking to my desk. The vision of her coming while stuffed with cock will be playing in my mind forever, a constant re-run of my favorite show. Her hips gyrate, and I smirk when she gasps and then lets out a small groan. If she thought moving would relieve anything, she’s severely mistaken.
I shuffle some papers, trying not to take out the throbbing erection that demands I release some of this pressure. Ava cries out again, and my eyes flicker to her shaking legs as her toes stretch and then curl again.
“Asher—I don’t—oh fuck.”
I can’t look away as she comes for a second time. Her body trembles more violently, and I tilt my head, taking in every detail. Perhaps she’s more sensitive than I planned; she might not make it for as long as I want her to. Grabbing the small cup of water with a straw, I walk towards her and hold the tip to her mouth.
Her hooded eyes lift to me, her head dropping back. Hair is already clinging to the sides of her sweaty face.
“Drink, Ava.”
She takes a sip and then I turn the vibration to a lower setting. She shudders, her nails digging into the machine’s edge. “I don’t think…”
I raise an eyebrow, kneeling before her. My mouth waters at the hard nipple near my face, and I ache to draw it between my lips. “Do you wish to stop?”
Her gaze shifts between mine and she wets her lips. “If I stop?”
There’s a temptation to play dumb and not understand the true context of her question, but I’ll give her this one. “Then we stop, completely. I’ll clean you up and take you home.”
The devastation in her eyes because she wants to stay the night with me warms my heart. Ava shakes her head once. “No. No stopping.”
I stand and kiss her forehead before reaching down to twist a nipple between my thumb and finger. She jerks at the pinch but rocks her hips in response.
“Good. I love how eager you are for my cock, Pet. Perhaps you’ll earn it tonight.”
Her lips part, but her eyes fall to the floor and she rocks on the dildo faster. I imagine she’s thinking of me as she works the machine. When her movements become erratic, I know she’s close to coming and my papers are long forgotten.
“You going to come again already?”
Ava’s hooded eyes meet mine, dark with arousal. Her head tilts back and I reach forward, pinching at her pebbled nipple. Goosebumps break out over her skin and her thighs squeeze the machine.
Her hips jerk once before she stills, and her body tenses. I watch the orgasm roll over her and she lets out a small mewl. The rising and falling of her chests slows and she shifts in place as if she’s uncomfortable, so I turn the vibration down one notch and she sighs.
“Drink.”
Ava’s head snaps forward and she glances between me and the drink. I almost laugh at her suspicion, the amusement pulling at my lips. “I want you to stay hydrated because I plan to wring out everything your little body will give me tonight. I’m not drugging you.”
A sheepish blush crawls over her cheeks and she leans forward, sipping from the straw. She licks her lips when she pulls away, my eyes watching every little swipe of her tongue.
Then I stand, adjusting my hard cock in my pants. Her attention drops to it and back up to my face as her teeth dig into her bottom lip.
“Again?”
Her eager question strikes me in the chest, and I’m not sure how I ever thought I could grow bored of her. I nod, then grab the large sofa chair and settle in front of her. She flickers a glance at my desk and back to me.
“You’re too distracting to get any work done.”
Ava brightens up at the compliment and I stifle my smirk as I tap the controller on the ground, turning the vibration back up. She jerks, grabbing onto the machine.
“So instead, you’re going to come till you can’t come anymore.”
I carry her lithe body to the bedroom, placing her gently on my bed. She groans, her head lolling to the side as her eyes roll open to blink at me.
“Asher?” Her voice is so weak I nearly miss it.
“Shh. I’m going to take good care of you.”
Her hooded gaze doesn’t stray as I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the ground. My cock springs out as I finally release it from its containment and shove off my pants. Ava lets out a soft sigh as I crawl over her, parting her legs to settle between them. I lean over her, my palms resting on either side of her head as she struggles to stay awake.
“I’m going to fuck you, Ava. You want that, don’t you? Your swollen, wet pussy is aching to be filled with my cock, isn’t it?”
Her mouth parts, and she inhales sharply as I grab my shaft and rub my tip along her sex. I watch her pupils dilate, her breaths picking up as I continue to tease her.
“Beg for it, my desperate little pet. Tell me how much you want it.”
Ava licks her lips. “ Please.”
I’m coated in her juices, and I turn to watch myself as I slide along her swollen folds. Up and down her red, drenched pussy. Her thighs shake, and I can see the squeezing of her muscles as her cunt clenches around nothing.
“Asher,” she sobs, and I look up to see tears rolling down her cheeks. “Please. I need—need…” another sobs hiccups from her throat and my mouth drops open in awe. She’s never looked so beautiful, so broken and so desperate.
I notch my tip at her entrance and push in as she arches up, her nipples scraping along my chest. Her fingers twist into the sheets as I force more of my cock inside her as she comes. I shove myself to the hilt as she slumps back down into the mattress, her body more limp and open as the last remnants of her release slowly leave her.
Ava struggles to open her eyes to look up at me, her lips barely moving with mumblings. My hands slide to her waist, squeezing tightly as I pull out and slam back in.
A whimper escapes her and her head falls to the other side. I palm her breast, squeezing it as I thrust into her again. Her wet pussy sucks me in with each stroke; the sloshing sound of my cock plunging into her makes me harder.
“I’ve fantasized about this too many times,” I tell her.
Ava acknowledges the confession with a small hum, her eyes closed as her fingers curl and open. I kneel back, grabbing the back of her knees and pushing them towards her chest. My eyes drop to her pussy, watching myself slide in and out.
The way her red, swollen lips wrap around my cock as I part them and push into her. As my shaft disappears into her tight heat, I wish I had my camera to take a photo of the sight.
She lets out another whimper when I press my cock even deeper, so I pull back. I don’t want her too sore because I want her to grip my hardness all night. I push her legs together and turn her onto her side, then pull out.
I maneuver her into a better position as I settle behind her, my chest plastered to her back. Lining back up to her warm cunt, I push in and rock into her with soft rolls of my hips.
Ava’s breathing becomes shallow after a while, and I know she must have fallen asleep, so I close my eyes, enjoying the gentle thrusts into her. My cock is staying buried inside of her, but the movement causes the slightest amount of pleasure so I still have to think about not coming.
I don’t know how long I do this with my sweet Ava resting in my arms like my own doll as I fuck her. A slight sheen of sweat has started to appear down my body, so I know it has to have been a while. I bury my face in her neck, pulling out and pushing in deeper.
Ava moans deep in her throat but doesn’t wake. I do it a few more times before I bury myself to the hilt and spill inside her. I pinch my eyes shut as my cock pulses, draining everything I have to give. Kissing her skin, I keep her tight against me as I soften.
My eyes feel heavy as I lie with her in my arms, the feel of her heartbeat under my palm as I hold on to her. I don’t let anyone sleep in my bed, but the thought of Ava ever leaving makes my stomach turn.