Ava's Pleasure (Welcome to Paradise)

by Heidi Lynn Anderson

  Ava's senses came to full alert. "What? Are you serious?"

  "Yes, that's your safe word."

  "You're making me a little nervous."

  Logan set Ava on her feet and opened the door. "Remember the safe word and you'll be fine."

  Ava could hear the sound of running water coming from behind the door. "Okay." She scanned his face for some hint of what was to come, but to no avail.

  "I'm going to demand things from you. Things you've never done before. Do you understand?" he asked.

  She nodded, not sure what to say or do.

  "I need to hear your words, Ava." Logan ran his hands over her back, easing her tense muscles.

  She leaned into him. "I understand."

  He released her and turned. "Good, I'm going to run you a bath."

  Water poured into the tub. "Thank you, I won't be long."

  Logan's handsome smile finally made an appearance. "No, honey, I'm going to give you a bath."

  "Oh, no." She started to back out of the room.

  Logan grabbed her. "You said you trusted me."

  "I do, but—"

  "No buts. I promise you'll like it." He lifted her T-shirt over her head.

  Embarrassment burned into her. She told herself to relax and let Logan take care of her. Her body trembled when he tugged down her shorts.

  "You are fucking hot." Logan's breath brushed across her midsection.

  "What do you want me to do?" Ava couldn't stop the quiver in her voice.

  "Get into the tub."

  She took the few steps to the claw foot tub and climbed in. Hot water lapped at her knees, she sucked air in through her clenched teeth. "It's hot." Ava bent to turn on the cold water.

  Logan grasped her hand. "I asked you to trust me." He kissed her knuckles. "Sit on the lip of the tub and let your body get used to the water."

  She sat. The cold from the porcelain gave her some relief from the heat of the water. Ava cupped her palms and scooped water over her knees. "Okay, that's better."

  He combed his fingers through her hair. "When you're ready, lower yourself into the water."

  It amazed Ava how gentle he could be. She leaned her head into his chest and let his tender touch seep into her.

  "Honey, get in the water."

  She slid into the steaming heat, wincing when the water hit her breasts. "Why must it be so hot?"

  Logan placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "It will help relax you."

  He removed his hand. Ava turned and watched him pull off his boots, and lift the black T-shirt over his head. She swallowed hard. He started to unbutton his jeans. "What are you doing?"

  "I'm getting in with you."

  "You can't there's not enough room."

  "Yes, there is." He moved to the tub. Logan glided in behind her, careful not to let the water slosh over the sides.

  "But…"

  "Shh." He ran his hand over her scalp and massaged.

  Tiny pulses of pleasure radiated over Ava's head. She closed her eyes.

  Logan moved his palm to her neck. Ava let her head fall back to rest against him. His fingers skimmed down her spine.

  Shots of desire bloomed in Ava's womb. "Oh, that's nice."

  Logan pressed a gentle kiss on her temple. "Glad you think so," he said, concentrating on a tight spot in her lower back.

  "God, Logan, that's wonderful."

  He moved his palm. She wanted to whimper. Warm water trickled in-between her breasts. She gasped, arched, and opened her eyes.

  Logan lathered sensual scented soap in his palms, placed them on her shoulders, and kneaded. His rhythmic touches lulled her into a deep relaxation. He moved his palms down her clavicle and clasped her breasts. "That feels good."

  His fingers danced over her plump, sensitized flesh. Logan took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed hard. She jumped at the stinging pain, but it was quickly soothed away by his touch.

  Logan pinched again. The sting turned into a wash of pleasure. She moaned and placed her hands on his thighs.

  "Do you like what I'm doing to you?" He continued to pluck at her nipples.

  Is he kidding? If he kept up at this pace she would orgasm before they really started. Ava wiggled against his stiff cock. "Yes."

  "Good, because there is more of this to come." Logan reached for the soap.

  Ava's breast ached for his touch. She lifted her hand and cupped herself.

  His chest heaved. "That's fucking hot."

  She massaged her tits and moaned. Ava smiled, running a shaky finger over her flesh as she traced a devilish path around her painfully taut areolas.

  He placed his soapy palms over hers. "Ava." Logan moved his hands to her belly and massaged. "I love watching you play with your tits."

  Ava took a deep breath and pinched her nipples. Pleasure hit hard and fast. Her vagina felt swollen and needy. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from begging Logan to fill her.

  His delightful hand made its way to her cleft. Ava arched into his touch. "Please." She pulled at her nipples. What beat through her, she had no words for.

  Logan cupped her. "What do you want?" He rubbed the heel of his hand harder over her swollen flesh. "Tell me."

  "I want you to fill me."

  "Use the bad words."

  Ava squeezed her eyes shut. "I want you to fill my pus…"

  "Say it, Ava."

  She swallowed. "Pussy." Ava let out the breath she held.

  "Good girl." Logan slid a finger between her folds to flick at her clit then slid deep inside her.

  She gyrated her pelvis. "Yes, Logan."

  "I told you what I wanted," he said.

  His breath caressed Ava's sensitized cheek. "I did what you wanted." Every nerve in her body fired all at once. "Logan, please."

  "Use your words," he demanded.

  Embarrassment warred with need. "What do you want me to say?"

  "Cunt."

  Her fingers stilled, shame heating her skin. "I can't."

  Logan wiggled his digit and kissed the top of her head. "It's just us. I want to hear you say it."

  Need won. "Cunt. I want you to fill my cunt."

  Logan rewarded her with a second finger. He crooked them and rubbed the secret spot above her pubic bone. Ava arched her back and bore down on his hand. Delicious sensations raced through her.

  He nipped at her ear. "You can't come yet." Logan wiggled his fingers. "I want you at the edge of orgasm."

  His rough voice almost sent her over. "Why?"

  "So when I fuck you hard and dirty you'll want it."

  His words hit Ava like ice water. No one had ever talked to her like that before. She pushed at his arms. "I want to get out."

  He wrapped his arm around her waist. "Ava, honey, you said you trusted me."

  "I do, but I don't feel comfortable with your language."

  He crossed his legs around her. "Honey, I told you I'd push you. The language is one way I'm doing it." Logan picked up the bar of soap and lathered his palms. "All you have to say is candlestick." He unfolded his legs and tapped hers. "Lift."

  Ava settled back. "I'm sorry."

  Logan reached for her foot. "There's nothing to be sorry for." He ran his hand in a soothing motion over her foot and up her leg. She marveled at how he could calm her and turn her on at the same time.

  He cupped the now cool water and rinsed off the remaining soap. "Stand for me, honey." He gripped Ava under her arms and lifted her. Water sloshed on the tile floor.

  "Logan, we're making a mess."

  He rose. Water cascaded down his luscious body. "I'll clean it up in a minute." Logan turned to grab the towels.

  Heat flowed over her at the sight of his perfect body. A scar she was pretty sure wasn't there three months ago shown red near his shoulder blade. "What happened?" She reached for him, wanting to make the angry scar disappear. "How come I didn't see that earlier?"

  Logan shot her a quick smile in the mirror. "You were busy." He enveloped
her into the oversized towel.

  She grabbed his hands. "Tell me what happened."

  "I was stabbed."

  Shock, dismay, and anger bombarded her. If anything happened to this man, Ava new she wouldn't survive. "Wh—"

  Logan scooped her into his arms. "Shh… It's nothing. Just a little scratch."

  "But…"

  Logan jostled Ava so he could open the bathroom door. "Shh." He turned the handle and pulled on the door. "I don't talk about my job."

  How could she show him love if he didn't let her in? She would have to give him complete control over this situation. If she wanted Logan to love her, she had to give herself over to him completely.

  * * * *

  Logan placed Ava on the bed. His dick jumped at the sight of her beautiful body stretched out over the sheets. She glanced at him and smiled, her big, trusting green eyes filling with tears.

  He sat and took in the sight of her. "If you have any questions, ask. Even if you think they're stupid." He ran his palm down her mid-line.

  Goose bumps dotted her flesh. She arched into his touch and grabbed his wrist. "Logan."

  He stood and walked to the closet. She watched as Logan opened the sliding doors and removed a plastic bin, which he placed on the floor beside to the bed. Longing drummed through his veins.

  Logan lifted the lid and took out two silk lined cuffs he'd bought after the first dream he had about Ava and sat back on the bed. He took Ava's left hand and wrapped the silk around her wrist, buckled the cuff, and hooked it to the rings he had screwed into the wall earlier.

  "What are you doing?"

  "I want you at my mercy." He lifted her other arm, repeating the routine. Logan fished for the black silk blindfold. "Are you okay so far?"

  Ava's tongue swiped over her lips. "I don't know."

  Logan slid the blindfold over Ava's eyes and stood back to drink in the sight before him.

  "I don't know if I like this," she said.

  "What don't you like, honey?" Logan watched the pulse in her neck beat a fast tattoo.

  "I don't know."

  "Are you uncomfortable?"

  She shook her head. "No."

  "I know you think you haven't been in control of your life." Logan grasped the flogger and ran the silk strands over his palm. "But the opposite is true."

  "You've been making all the decisions for yourself." Logan ran the strands between Ava's full round tits, tracing their curve.

  The sound of her moan had Logan inhaling hard. He needed to be careful, if he didn't want to blow his load too soon. "Honey, you're beautiful like this." Logan made his way slowly—almost painfully so—to her luscious pussy. The sounds of longing that came from Ava filled him with joy and love.

  He started the slow art of marking her. Logan watched Ava jump, arch, squirm, and—finally—come. He reveled at her responsiveness. Logan listened to every exquisite sound she made and took in every facial expression.

  Pretty pink lines decorated her torso. Sexy welts crisscrossed her tits, down her stomach, over her pussy, and across her legs. What a fine canvas she made, fit to be hung in the Louvre. He unhooked Ava's arms and helped her roll onto her belly, then fastened the straps back into the hooks, so he could turn her hot ass into a feast of red welts.

  The sounds of Ava's pleasure packed screams and the red-hot glow of her skin filled him with purpose. She was perfect in every way. Logan never had a woman offer him so much before.

  He brought the flogger down one last time and she cried out thrusting her ass upward in invitation. What she gave to him was so precious and beautiful. Logan's dick begged for Ava's mouth. He unfastened her from the hooks, and helped her turn onto her back. She winced a little as she slid across the bed and sat up.

  "Are you all right?"

  "I'm fine," she answered with a small smile.

  He gently pressed his palm under her ass and ran his fingers down her crack, then dipped his thumb into her hot, wet pussy. He had to bite back a curse at the sheer pleasure filling him.

  She squirmed against his palm. "Oh God, Logan."

  Her raspy voice had his cock pleading for attention. "I want you to suck my cock hard and fast." He removed his hand and kneeled in front of Ava, then adjusted her blindfold over her eyes. "And when I come, I want you to take it all." Logan pushed his member past her lips.

  * * * *

  Logan's spicy taste spread into Ava's mouth, and when he shoved his big cock down her throat, she rejoiced knowing she could take all of him. Pleasure erupted when he yanked her hair. She swallowed his thick head as an unbearable wanting pulled at her vagina. Who would have thought she would love the pain and the lack of control? If anyone told Ava she could get off four times just by being flogged, she would have laughed in their faces.

  Ava slid her tongue down the underside of his dick and let her teeth graze the swollen base.

  When he growled, she buried her face in his pubic hair, inhaling his erotic sent. The combination of soap, salt, and desire filled her senses and made Ava light headed.

  He jerked. "Yeah, baby, don't stop."

  To have a man like Logan beg her for anything boosted her ego for sure. Ava sucked harder and nipped lightly. He cursed as his hot cream coated her throat. She let his delicious cock slip from her mouth.

  Logan hands skimmed down her back and pulled her up to his chest. She rested her head and smiled, tugging at the blindfold.

  His large hands covered hers and moved them back to her sides. "No."

  "I want to see you."

  "Not yet."

  The bed shifted and the sudden loss of his body heat had a shiver trembling over her. She swallowed. "Logan?" Ava heard the bedroom door open. "Where did you go?" She strained to hear him. Nerves skidded over her. Time seemed to stand still. The bed sagged. Joy replaced anxiety. "There you are."

  "Do you trust me?" Logan asked.

  Hadn't she proved she trusted him? "Yes."

  Ava felt something cold and wet. She jumped back from the shock "What is that?"

  The offending object slid over her lips. They parted and a blast of sweetness seeped into her mouth. "Cherry, is that a cherry Popsicle?"

  "Yup." Logan once again adjusted the blindfold over her eyes. He used the Popsicle to trace over her soft curves then licked the sweetness the pop left behind. A tingling sensation ran throughout her body. She squirmed under his touch.

  He ran the Popsicle down over her belly to her labia and the surrounding areas. "Logan."

  Logan soothed her folds with his tongue. Shock waves splashed over her. The icy pop stroked her most intimate parts. She thought she would die from the cold bliss.

  After the Popsicle melted, Logan's delectable tongue took over where the Popsicle left off.

  "You taste fabulous. I could eat you for days." His word sent Ava into oblivion for the fifth time.

  He kissed her belly. "I want to do that again."

  "No please. I can't take any more."

  "Yes you can."

  He dipped his tongue into her pussy.

  Her hips shot off the bed. Ava's mind went numb and her body came alive. "Logan," she cried out.

  "Come for me again." His voice muffled between her thighs. A guttural screech came from deep inside her.

  He kissed his way up her body. Logan found her mouth, and drove his tongue into her. The sweet and salty flavor of arousal invaded Ava's senses. She loved the way she tasted on him.

  He yanked the blindfold off.

  Ava's eyes stung from the bright light. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Make love to me."

  Logan grabbed Ava close. "I'm the one in charge, remember."

  She swung her leg over his hip. "Fuck me now, please?"

  He moved inside of her almost painfully slowly. "I thought you'd never ask."

  She moved with him, love welling in her chest. The now familiar heat burned in her soul. "Yes… Logan."

  He plunged into her, his jaw clenching.

  How did I get
so lucky? She thought before the orgasm ripped her into pieces.

  When Ava came back to herself, doom settled around her as Logan's phone rang in the other room.

  Panic almost drowned her. "Don't get it."

  "I have to." Logan rolled out of bed and made for the door. "It could be work."

  That's what frightened Ava the most. What if he had to leave and was stabbed again, or worse? She pushed herself up, and raked her fingers through her knotted hair.

  Logan strode back into the room, his cell pressed to his ear. "We'll be there, man. See yah." He disconnected and tossed his phone on the bed. "That was Brian. He wants to meet up at the club later."

  Pain shot right to Ava's heart. Am I not enough for him? "The club?"

  Logan rummaged through the closet. "Yeah, do you want to go?"

  Ava studied his back. His muscles rippled as he pulled a shirt off the hanger. Of course he would need more. She swallowed back the need to cry. The baboon, he just screwed me five ways to Sunday, and now he wants me to watch him screw someone else? Well, Logan Turner, you can think again.

  Logan turned and smiled at her before pulling the shirt over his head.

  Ava took a deep breath and set her resolve. "Sure, what time do you want me ready?"

  "In two hours."

  Chapter Ten

  Logan paced the living room. Excitement heated his blood. Hopefully Ava would wear something to show off the raised lines decorating her flawless skin.

  He never thought he would find someone who could match him sexually. When Logan unveiled his true nature to other women, they either found him too much, or not enough. Ava didn't shy away from anything he showed her. She's the one for me. He just needed to convince her.

  "I'm ready."

  He spun and almost swallowed his tongue. Ava wore a hot pink corset. The black lace cups pushed her sweet breasts into a tempting sight. "Wow."

  She turned in a slow circle on black thigh high boots. "Do you like?" Peaches and cream skin bridged the gap between boots and a black leather mini skirt just barely covering her tight ass.

  His dick swelled in his jeans. "Bend over."

  She sashayed to the sofa, placed her delicate palms on the arm, and wiggled her hips while she leaned over.