by Bella Grant
Carter paid close attention to her reactions, and when she dug her fingernails into his arm, her breath quick and shallow, her head tilted back on his shoulder, he knew she was close. In one smooth motion, he ran his fingers over her slit and moved them away, leaving her longing for his touch.
He wasn’t ready for her to come. Not yet. She needed to feel a hunger first. She needed to acquaint herself with desire. And she needed to understand she would come when he wanted her to come. That, more than anything else, was paramount. If he gave her everything she desired when she desired it, she would never truly understand what it meant to long for it. And he wanted to give her everything, including that pleasure.
Ava’s eyes fluttered open, her brow creased in confusion. She twisted and craned her neck to look at Carter, an unspoken question on her lips.
“Not yet,” Carter answered.
Ava’s lips parted slightly, as if she would press the issue, but she didn’t. Carter tried to keep his face calm and contained, resisting the instinct to haul her out of the bath and take her on the floor. Instead, he retrieved a towel from the heating rack on the wall. Shaking it loose, he held it open before her.
She stood without speaking and took his hand when he offered it, climbing out of the deep tub and letting the water drip on the thick mat.
“Turn around,” he said softly.
Chapter 16
Ava
With her back to Carter, Ava felt every nerve in her body rapid-firing sensations to her brain. She felt the warmth of the towel envelop her as he cocooned her inside. One of his broad hands rested on her stomach, and the other slipped inside the bath sheet, caressing her soft breast. She had the urge to turn around and look at him, but she stopped herself, unsure if it was what he wanted.
The hand Carter rested on her stomach began to migrate south, his other still holding her firmly, his thumb and forefinger pressing the soft bud of her nipple. Ava’s stomach fluttered as his fingers moved over her skin, and she sucked in a deep breath of air. His hand found the warmth between her thighs, and Ava let out a low moan, widening her stance a little where she stood on the mat.
“Come with me,” Carter whispered, kissing the exposed curve of her neck. Ava’s legs weakened as she followed him to the bedroom. The fire had warmed the room, but she still felt the goosebumps rise on her skin. Carter held his hand out for the towel, and she turned gradually, unwrapping herself. She stood in front of the bed, her hair damp and plastered to her neck, not sure what to do with her hands.
“Lie down,” he directed, and she did as she was told. He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed, causing Ava to let out a little squeal as her body slid over his silk bedding. Then he placed each of her feet on the edge of the mattress and knelt between them.
When his tongue found her, she sucked in a quick breath of air. His mouth was warm and soft against her slit, and he traced each part of her slowly and deliberately, working upwards to her clit. When she arched her back to allow him better access, Carter slipped two fingers inside her, buried to the knuckle, and began to move them in a forward motion, as if beckoning her to come. The tips of his fingers found a spot inside her that made her whole body ache to come, and her pussy squeezed tight against his index and middle fingers.
While his fingers worked her g-spot, building in momentum, his tongue traced the small bump of her aroused clit. He slid over it, smooth and relaxed, then pointed the tip of his tongue and flicked it over the stimulated flesh in a rapid motion, causing Ava to cry out in aching desire, her fingers clutching the silk duvet.
Just when she was about to come, she felt Carter pull away again, sliding his fingers out of her as his tongue gave her one final flick, leaving her with the devastating loss of an orgasm that was moments away from crashing over her. Her desire to come pressed on all sides of her brain, and she didn’t know if she would be able to function if she was left so unfulfilled.
Craning her neck, she sat up enough to see Carter, giving him what she imagined was a wild-eyed, questioning look. He smiled at her, licking her wetness off his fingers. “I want you to come, Ava,” he said in a low, commanding voice that made her tingle all over without being touched. “But first, I want you to make me come. Can you do that?”
She nodded feverishly, biting her bottom lip to stop herself from begging. She needed him more than anything right now. She had never felt so turned on, so desperate, so alive. Carter knew how to use her body, how to make it feel things she had never imagined existed. How could any person be so powerless to another? she wondered. In this moment, anything he asked for, she would agree to.
Carter moved to the bedside table where he pulled a condom out of a small, black box. Ava could just make out the words “Magnum” on it, and she swallowed hard at the thought. She had never been penetrated by anything but her own fingers, and now, Carter’s. She had masturbated often enough, but it never felt like this. As she watched him unzip his pants, his dress shirt still tucked into his belt, and pull out his thick erection, she trembled with a mixture of anticipation, desire, and fear.
As Ava lay on the bed, open and exposed, Carter positioned himself between her legs on the high bed. He lifted the condom to his mouth and tore the corner of the foil, his eyes fixed on her. Touching her clit lightly with one hand, he unrolled the condom over his cock with the other. Carter’s lips were fixed in a hard line, still concentrating on her face as he pressed into her. She felt the tip of his penis first, squeezing past her tight muscles, and he let go of his cock and moved his hand to her thigh.
Squeezing her leg as he pushed deeper inside her, Carter moved inside her, centimeter by centimeter, not stopping but going at a pace restrained enough for Ava to gulp in a breath of air and adjust to the wide, hard cock penetrating deep inside her.
When his shaft was buried to the hilt, Carter flexed it, and Ava let out a tortured moan, her back arching off the bed. His fingers worked steadily on her clit, fluttering over her in perfect syncopation with the slow, probing movements of his cock. The sensations were almost too much to bear, and as she built towards another elusive orgasm, more intense than the first two Carter had teased her with and taken away, Ava wondered how she would continue once she did come.
She looked down at Carter in desperation, but he smiled deviously and shook his head. “Don’t you dare come,” he said sternly, holding her hips tightly in his large hands as she rode him. Ava knew by his voice he meant it. Her head lolled to the side, and she watched the flames lick upward in the fireplace, dancing in the warm draft of air that rose up the chimney. “Look at me,” she heard Carter say, commanding her to return to the moment and submit herself to him entirely. “Focus.”
Her eyes returned immediately to his. They were wide and staring at her intensely, the irises almost hidden around the large black pupils. She was unable to do anything but obey him as she focused on resisting the orgasm that threatened to tear her body apart. “Carter,” she whispered desperately, “Please! I don’t know how long I can continue.”
“Do you want to come?” he asked, his voice amused. He smiled at her and gave her clit a hard flick that caused Ava to wince with equal parts pain and pleasure. “Perhaps I should distract you,” he continued, gliding his hands up her lean torso. He pressed into her in one swift motion, making her breath catch in her throat. He pushed himself up into a seated position and she wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him deeply.
Carter’s arms flexed as he lifted her small, tight body off the bed and carried her across the room. He pressed her against the sliding door, and she gasped as the cold glass shocked her sensitive skin. “Distracting?” he asked with a smirk as he supported her ass and quickened his pace, plunging deep inside her warm, wet center with piston-like movement.
Ava nodded, biting hard on her bottom lip to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. She let her eyes roll back in her head but was shocked back to the present moment when Carter let her weight come down hard on hi
s rock-hard erection. “I told you to look at me,” he whispered softly in her ear. When she turned her face towards his, he kissed her deeply, a kiss of desire and affection. When he pulled back, Ava locked her face on his and let him take her, her body and soul woven together in complete submission.
“Touch yourself,” Carter whispered to her. “Get as close to an orgasm as you can, but don’t come until I tell you to.”
Doing as she was told, Ava slid one of her hands between their warm bodies and touched herself feverishly, the sensations from her fingers amplifying the powerful waves of pleasure from Carter’s cock. It didn’t take long before she felt the frantic urge to climax. She bit her lip and looked desperately at Carter, hoping he would allow her the release she so desperately needed.
“Carter,” she whispered, her voice soft and quivering. “Please…” She wasn’t entirely sure why she didn’t simply make herself come. There was nothing stopping her from pushing herself over the edge. But something about Carter made her want to please him, and what pleased him was obedience. Her climax would not be enjoyable without his command, so she waited for his approval, biting hard into her bottom lip to distract herself from the wild attraction of her impending orgasm.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue pressing inside her mouth as his cock buried itself deep inside her.
“Now you may come,” he said, wrapping his hand in her hair and pulling her head back to expose her soft, delicate neck. As his lips brushed her skin, Ava felt all the waves of energy that had built within her explode through her core in electric pulses of pleasure. Her body shook, and she let out a low, guttural scream as the pleasure overtook her. It was almost too much to bear, too intense for her first time, but she had no choice but to ride it out.
When she was afraid she would be torn in two from the intensity, Carter came. She felt his cock twitch and flex inside her. His mouth parted slightly and a low moan escaped as he plunged deep inside her in one final thrust.
Carter held her tightly for a moment, pressed against the glass door, her legs wrapped around his waist. He embraced her, her face nestled in her neck, his arms around her torso, and her arms around his shoulders. Finally, he lifted her off his cock and set her on the ground.
Her body shuddered with post-orgasm shockwaves, and Carter wrapped his arms around her small frame. Reaching one hand towards her, he cupped her delicate face, surprised to see a stray tear rolling down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, and Ava saw the concern on his face. He offered her his hand to steady her, pulling her tight against him. With her chin resting on his chest, she looked up into his deep, dark eyes, unable to find words to speak.
“You were incredible,” he said, his voice full of emotion.
Those were the words she needed to hear, and she let herself melt into his arms. He had taken what he wanted from her, and she had given it. She had been challenged, her desire to please him had been tested, and she had passed. She felt safe and cared for. She felt wanted.
In one swift motion, Carter slipped his arms under her and picked her up, carrying her across the room to the large, tall bed, where he pulled back the sheets and placed her softly, her tired body resting on the smooth sheets. Then he climbed in next to her and pulled her body tight against his. Ava let the exhaustion ebb over her, coaxing her consciousness to give way to sleep.
Chapter 17
Carter
Carter rolled onto his side and turned his gaze to Ava. He scanned her face, desperately seeking the thoughts he imagined were swirling inside her brain. What was she feeling right now? Was she happy? Was it good for her? He wanted to know all of this, but he didn’t want to ask. He needed to be a steady, guiding hand, which meant not asking questions.
He leaned over and kissed her, his hand coiling through her hair, his lips pressed firmly on hers. The kiss she returned to him soothed his worried mind. She wouldn’t kiss him like that if she was anything less than satisfied. He ran his hand down the soft skin of her cheek and tilted her chin up towards his.
“What do you want, Ava?” he asked her quietly, kissing her fingertips.
“I want you,” she replied without hesitation.
Her words sent a flurry of emotion through Carter’s heart. “I want you, too,” he responded.
“I’ve never done this with anyone,” she said. “I’ve never wanted to. You’re the first.”
The thought of Ava’s unspoiled body being his to do with as he wished made Carter feel strong and proud. She had waited for him and given her everything to him. He never wanted to let her down.
“I want to take care of you, Ava,” he said suddenly, interrupting her reveries. “I want you to be mine.”
“I think I’m good with that,” she said with a little laugh.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, a little,” she answered shyly.
“Let me fix that, then. What would you like to eat?”
“I don’t know,” Ava replied hesitantly. “Do you have leftovers or anything?”
“No,” Carter smiled. “Whatever you want, it’s yours. Just name it.”
“Well,” she said thoughtfully, “I think I’d like some pasta primavera.” She looked at him with an unsure expression on her face, as if seeking permission to want such a thing.
Carter kissed her again and smiled. “Then it’s yours,” he said.
He picked up his phone and texted someone. Ava watched him curiously, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he simply got up and disappeared into his walk-in closet, emerging a few minutes later in a bathrobe, carrying another one with him.
“Put this on,” he said, handing it to her. “And clean up. I’ll make you dinner.”
Ava seemed aroused by the order, and Carter felt himself grow firm as he observed her demure compliance, watching her small frame ripple as she slipped the plush robe over her naked body. After several minutes composing herself in the bathroom, brushing her teeth and fixing her hair, she followed him down the stairs into the kitchen, where the smell of garlic and fresh vegetables was already wafting a tantalizing aroma towards her.
“Who made this?” Ava asked, surprised, as they entered the kitchen to find two plates of steaming hot pasta on the glass breakfast table.
“I have my ways,” Carter answered with a wink. He didn’t mention that his housekeeper prepped all his ingredients and that all he really had to do was throw them in a pan. “Hungry?”
“Yes!” she answered. “I’m famished. And thirsty. Do you have anything to drink?”
“Of course. Sparkling water?” he offered.
“That’s perfect.”
He filled two glasses and set them on the table. Pulling out her chair, he said, “Please, have a seat.”
The expression on her face as he held her chair out for her made it clear she was falling for him, and fast. Her cheeks turned pink and she lowered her eyes demurely. “Thank you,” she whispered.
She didn’t pick up her fork until he sat, too, and insisted she eat. She seemed nervous, picking at her food as if self-conscious. “Do you like it?” he asked, hoping it wasn’t a matter of taste.
“It’s amazing,” she said, and he wondered why her chin was trembling slightly. “I’m sorry, I’m…overwhelmed. It’s a lot to take in. All of this.” She gestured about her, and Carter could see how it might be a bit of culture shock for her, spending her morning in a blind panic over a burst pipe flooding her apartment, and ending the night by losing her virginity and eating a plate of pasta that appeared out of thin air.
“How do you feel?” he asked once she got a little more food in her.
“Surreal,” she replied immediately. “Good? Great? Amazing? But surreal. I don’t know how I’m here, or whose life this is.”
“This is your life,” Carter answered. “It’s yours as long as you want it, and I hope that will be for quite some time.”
“I’d like that,” she answered, smiling shyly at him across the table, filling his heart with joy.
Chapter 18
Ava
The weather had changed. When Ava walked out the door on a bright morning in early October, she was surprised by the chill in the air. Fall was upon them, and she ducked back inside Carter’s house and ran the stairs two at a time to his bedroom—their bedroom—where she slipped into the walk-in closet and pulled a cardigan off the hanger on the bar he had cleared out for her things.
Although she was “officially” living in the guest house, Ava hadn’t spent a single night there since the first day she arrived. After her evening with Carter, losing her virginity and eating her mysterious meal, she began to understand what life with him would be like, and it was entirely to her liking.
He was a demanding man, with particular tastes and ways of doing things, and she was often corrected in such a gentle way it was hardly noticeable. At first, she felt irked by these behavioral modifications, but she soon realized Carter was refining her, teaching her how to behave and live at a standard she had never had access to before. He showed her how to exist in a world better than the one she was raised in and taught her how to belong wherever she went.
Holding her head up high was not a natural instinct to her, and a good deal of the time he spent influencing her behavior was simply instilling confidence and worthiness in her. “Wherever you are, that’s where you belong,” he told her one evening over dinner. “I don’t ever want you to feel out of place.”