The Escape

by Alice Ward

  I coughed as I stripped. “They may have overdone the bath oil.”

  “The scents are supposed to fire up the love organs.”

  At her words, my cock suddenly leaped into an almost painful arousal. That and the sight of Ava’s perfectly beautiful body as she stepped into the hot water had me heating up. Great, another few hours where I’m forbidden to have sex. I haven’t had this many boners since I hit puberty.

  “I’ll warn you, it’s working.” I opted for playful versus dominant. With other women, I would’ve said something along the lines of my cock was angry, and they would be punished if they didn’t make him happy.

  At my words, Ava’s eyes fell to my hard member, and her tongue flicked out and over her lips, making my dick jump in response. “No fornication, remember?” She shrugged with a disappointed look as her beautiful tits disappeared beneath the hazy water. Wafts of steam swirled up around her. I didn’t think it was humanly possible, but she looked even more incredible basking in the water, framed in fog and candlelight.

  I climbed over the edge of the tub into the hot water, my erect cock about at her eye level. Its head glistened. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water, her hair wet at the ends and sticking to her neck. I wanted to taste her, run my tongue—

  “What do you think they define as ‘fornication’ exactly?” she asked innocently as I sank into the water and she slid around behind me, kneeling, draping her arms over my shoulders and locking her hands together at my chest.

  I could feel her wet breasts on my back, her pussy at my ass crack.

  “Fornication is sexual intercourse.” I gulped, hope filling me, as her hand crept lazily downward to my stomach, my abs tensing at her touch.

  “So, I can wash you?” she cooed into my ear as her other hand, clenching a bar of soap, stroked down my thigh.

  My breathing was heavy, my body so full of need — my cock hadn’t ached so much in my life. When I was in this kind of state of arousal, I’d call one of my subs and demand she be at my feet naked, then I’d shove my cock in her mouth, fuck her until I alleviated the pain. Domination made my orgasms so much more intense.

  This, though, what Ava was doing, this was torture. She needed to be shackled, needed to be punished for taking such liberties. My subs would never have—

  Her soaped up hand was slippery as it coursed down my cock and pumped with a sensuous speed. She stayed behind me, I knew so I wasn’t tempted to touch her or pick her up, toss her over the side of the tub, and ram the fuck right into her.

  She knew my tendencies already, which was disturbing. She stayed focused on simply washing me with a washcloth with one hand, massaging muscles I didn’t know were sore until she started working on them, and stroking my cock with the other hand.

  I’d never done this, let the woman have her way. When I thought of it that way, I tensed, ready to put a stop to it.

  “Your muscles are so hard, tense.” With her words, her hand slid lower, and she squeezed my balls gently.

  My head fell back, and I let myself fall into the feeling of being worshipped. “Definitely hard.”

  She massaged my neck, my shoulder, down my arm, the muscles in my back. When her fingers dove into the hair at the nape of my neck, and she softly commanded, “Stand up,” I barely even registered that she’d given me an order, and didn’t care.

  As water dripped from my heated body, she stayed behind me and washed my ass. Then, oh my god, she took the cloth and worked it between my legs, rubbing the soft cloth over my ball sack from behind.

  Her hand then slithered around the front of me and washed my torso to the line of my pubic hair, then my legs to the apex of my groin. Fuck. All the time she was doing this, her breasts and their erect nipples grazed my back over and over again. It was too much to bear. Her skin on mine, both of her hands surrounding my cock now. Pumping. Making heat fill me. The room disappearing. Everything but her and my heavy breaths, my engorged cock.

  I felt a tingle in my gut, a hard, tickling ache as my cock danced on its own in her hands. I was so hard, so aroused that dribbles of pre-cum slid down the shaft. A few more touches and… I’d…

  My lungs seized as the orgasm hit me so fast, I couldn’t have stopped it. I came, hard bolts of cum shooting out of me and hitting the water. “Ahhhh… ghhh,” I cried out as she continued to pump my dick, and I unloaded more into the water.

  When I was finished, she laughed softly behind me as she moved around to face me, her face glowing with heat.

  “Now, it’s your turn to wash me,” she said, handing me the cloth.

  I was so spent, I couldn’t do more than wash her gently, I guessed almost lovingly. When I finished washing her body, we got out of the bath happy and warmed to our cores.

  Holding my hand, she led me to the shower. I narrowed my eyes at her. “Didn’t we just have a bath?”

  She grinned. “Spermy water.”

  She didn’t have explain anymore. We stood under the spray for a long time, just holding onto each other.

  Not having sex had never been this incredible.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Ava

  I wasn’t sure I could do it, but he was so aroused, it was worth a try. Seducing him had been so easy, and I’d never seduced a man quite in that way before. But I loved touching him, finding out what turned him on. I could see how he was attracted to domination. When he’d been putty in my hands, there’d been an almost addictive surge of power go through me. When he came, I’d felt victorious.

  I was feeling good and ready for what lay ahead. In our robes, we strolled languidly to the entry, checking the foyer table. It was empty, so Lucas poured us another drink, but before we could collapse on the couch, there was a knock on the door.

  The guide from before stood there, holding the red box that had seemed ominous each time before, but now gave me a thrill. I wanted to know what was inside.

  When Lucas looked at me after the guide left, his countenance was master of the house again. He seemed strong, commanding and in power, like he was channeling it from a deep well of masculinity.

  I barely kept myself from rolling my eyes, guessing his vulnerability in the tub set him off. I smiled inwardly, knowing I could exert some control over him if I had to. While I was washing him, I’d found his spots, places on his body that were sensitive to touch. As long as I had hands to maneuver, I could diffuse and delight him.

  Lucas opened the box, which was heavier than normal because of its contents. Inside was another note.

  CHALLENGE #7

  Kamasutra

  The Indian Art of Lovemaking

  Kamasutra is the sensual art of enjoying one another sexually and spiritually.

  We’ve provided you with a guidebook of the Kamasutra. Pages have been marked for the positions you must accomplish this evening. You’ll be judged by your skill in accomplishing these positions, and also in the manner each of you reach a level of spiritual arousal and release.

  Good luck and have fun.

  Lucas sat the box aside and stared down at the card.

  I guessed the mention of spirituality was too much after his crash course in affectionate lovemaking in the tub. Taking his hand, I led him to the couch in silence. In our sitting room, someone had started the fire, and the room was warm and comfortable.

  “I think it’s time we had a talk.” I hoped he would talk to me but worried that what he held inside might only draw us further apart.

  “I agree.” He sounded strong and in control, even though his Adonis body was tense again.

  “So, you start…”

  “Sex,” he began, a strained look on his face, but the way the words flew out it made me wonder if he’d been holding it in, “is something I enjoy above most everything else in life. I’m — as you might assume — a dominant man. I need control. In sex and BDSM play, I am and always have been a Dominant. Apart from a few times when I was much younger, I haven’t had much vanilla sex. These last two days with you have cha
llenged my control, almost beyond my capability. I’m trying to stay in this for the sake of my future. I want to be the CEO of my uncle’s company.”

  Hurt squeezed in my chest. “Is that all?”

  He pushed my hair back from my face. “No. That’s not all. I don’t want to hurt you, Ava. You’re so unlike anyone I’ve ever dated. I date submissive women. Women who choose to be controlled for their own sexual pleasure. Sometimes pain and letting go of one’s ego is part of that pleasure.” He took a stabilizing breath. He was getting fired up and aroused again, just talking about his domination of women.

  “And you want me to be like these women?” I said, my tone coming out sounding more judgmental than I’d meant it to.

  “That’d make things so much easier for me.” His eyes brightened, and my spine went rigid. “But I’m assuming, after spending some time with you, you’re not going to just do this. There’s something fundamental keeping you from even considering full submission.” His voice was laced with disappointment.

  Damn him… he made me want to submit, just to make him happy. But why should a person ever submit to that sort of thing?

  Because it feels good… if it’s done right, a little voice in my head said.

  Ahh, I was a mess. I was falling for Lucas hard, but this one thing, this one major, unbelievably big thing stood between us.

  I took a deep breath. “Yes, I don’t like being dominated. I’ve spent my whole life trying to find my voice, I don’t want it silenced. That being said, I get it — you’re a control freak. So I can wiggle a little on the dominance issue, but you have to wiggle too.”

  “Wiggle, I might be able to do, but I don’t think you can. Subservience is a give all or nothing kind of experience. But since tonight is my personal favorite…” he faked shuddered, “Kamasutra, I’d say we are more in your ballpark. I suggest we save the ball gag conversation for another day. I don’t want to scare you off.”

  He smiled when I pretended to gag, ramping up the drama. “Ball gag?”

  “Later. Let’s look at this book.”

  He took the small book from the box, and we flipped through the pages displaying couples in three positions that were difficult at best. One put me in charge, one looked like it was physically impossible to accomplish in real life, and one looked like fun — easy for me — but not him. I was ready for this. He was right, tonight was my night.

  “I know a little about Kamasutra from talks with my yoga instructor. The idea is to arouse the yoni, which represents the goddess in Hinduism — my, um, sexual organs — and your lingam or “wand of light.”

  His eyes lit, and his eyebrows shot up. “Wand of light?”

  “You know, to worship the spirituality and love within us, especially at our sexual centers,” I explained as I jutted out my foot and caressed his cock with my toes. “It’s meant to get you into such a Zen place that the lovemaking is explosive, but in quiet eruptions.” I cooed as I wiggled my toes over his growing member, surprised at how natural touching him was now.

  “Sounds like hell.” He grabbed my foot and bit my toes, sending a shock of sensation right to my pussy.

  “You’ll be pleasantly surprised, but I think we need to head to the bed for this.”

  He silently agreed, and when he was stretched out on the bed, I dipped into the box for the tools provided. “One second, then we’ll start with the lingam massage.”

  “You’re going to massage my wand of light?” He chortled as he said it, looking like he was loosening up a little.

  I snickered and lowered the light, lit the candles provided that were infused with a sultry scent and placed the coconut oil on the bedside table. I’d need that in a bit.

  Stopping at the foot of the bed, I waited until he was focused on me and dropped my robe. In the quiet room, his intake of breath was audible. Reaching into the box again, I pulled out an iPod, flicked to the music app, pressed the play button, and soft, haunting music filled the room through hidden speakers, making a pulse of sexual tension flirt through me. Tonight would forever be etched in my memory, I already knew.

  “Part of Kamasutra is worshiping the naked body.” I joined him on the bed, kneeling between his legs. “Take off your robe and spread your legs with your knees up,” I ordered, enjoying being on the control side of things.

  He didn’t move, but continued to lay there, staring up at me as if my giving him instruction had rendered him immobile. It wasn’t that he didn’t want the massage. Even with the robe still tied tightly around his waist, I could see that his cock was semi-hard.

  “This is more than a hand job, and you’re going to love it, but you have to give up your control.” When he only continued to stare, his smoky eyes going from questioning to shuttered, I said, “If you want the CEO position, then you want this.”

  “No, but I do want to shove my cock down your throat and tie you up with the belt of my robe.” He waited for my reaction, watching me carefully.

  “Well, you aren’t getting any of that. And we aren’t going to win this unless you strip and open your legs for me.” I could be just as stern and firm as he was.

  “Will you deep throat me?” he asked in a softer tone, a tremor going through him.

  This was really affecting him, even though I was aiming to give him pleasure. I wondered what had caused him to be so careful about being in control, and how I could help him loosen it. “Not tonight, Romeo, but I promise you’ll like what I’ve got for you. I trusted you on the ski slopes, time to put your trust in me. Remember, this is about blowing your mind.” I eased down on the bed and opened the coconut oil.

  “Seeing you tied up blows my mind.” His voice was deep and sinister, which sent another erotic chill down my spine.

  “Shhh,” I instructed as I oiled my hands. Before I began, I listened to the music, letting the notes saturate my mood, then bowed before him, with my hands before me like in prayer. “I’ll love and honor your body, your mind and your soul,” I hummed as I bowed once more. “Lucas, I’m going to ask you to breathe, take deep breaths while I pleasure your body and your soul. Remember to keep breathing so your sexual energy can flow.” I took his foot between my hands, oiling his skin and massaged his toes, making sure to put pressure on the balls of his feet and his arch with my palm, knowing he had exerted himself on the mountain today.

  When I switched to the other foot, Lucas took a deep breath. “You’re incredible and so fucking sexy,” he said in a deep, throaty tone.

  Good enough.

  I wanted to make sure he was fully relaxed. The bath hadn’t completely subdued him to the level Kamasutra required, but we were both beginners at this kind of lovemaking, so the usual rules didn’t need to apply.

  I worked my way up his legs, using my fingers to massage deeply into his tense muscles. I could feel the muscles in his calves — strong and hard as steel — starting to soften.

  As I worked my way up to his knees, he bucked. A ticklish spot. The Lucas I’d seen didn’t jive with a man who sported a tickle spot. I moved up his legs to his inner thighs. As soon as I reached them, his cock straightened and pointed at the ceiling, stiffening with intense arousal.

  Again, I’d barely touched him, and he was already hard, his breathing tense and escalated. I stopped, kissed the insides of his thighs, but slowly, so that his breathing might level out.

  “Deep breaths, Lucas. I’ve only just begun,” I cautioned as I softly massaged his legs again.

  He moaned, and lightning quick, he had my wrists wrapped in his viselike grip. His chest was heaving, his eyes had taken on a wild look as he lifted his head. I could tell he was contemplating turning the tables.

  “No, you don’t. My turn.” I didn’t give him a chance to reply but moved upwards again to his heavy, neatly trimmed balls. I rolled them gently in my hand and put my face in them, kneading them with my nose as I feathered his soft skin with kisses. I ran my finger lower across his perineum and lightly caressed his asshole with my oiled finger.

>   “Whoa.” He bucked his hips, his muscles going taut again.

  “Shhh, this is the best part,” I scolded as I found my place again and rubbed my finger back and forth softly over the puckered rim before pressing harder, watching his face as I breached the tight muscle. He clamped the sheets in his fists, breathing in hard pants as I inched my finger inside him.

  “Ava.” It was a curse. It was a prayer, then he was groaning as I began to stroke the erogenous zone of the prostate. Between strokes, I tapped the spot, making him almost howl.

  “Shit. Damn.” He was panting hard, his cock pulsing and dripping pre-cum onto his stomach. I felt powerful watching him come undone at my hands. But I didn’t want to control him, although I could in this moment. I just wanted to make him feel good. “Ahhh my god, what are you doing to me?” I tapped the spot again. “Holy fuck.” His head angled backwards, and his cock spiked up to his belly.

  “It’s your g-spot,” I hummed against his balls.

  “Don’t do that again… I’ll come, and this’ll be over,” he gasped, gritting his teeth, one of his hands finding and sinking into my hair, wrapping the strands around his fist.

  “This spot is the male’s sacred spot in Tantric sex.” I pushed ever so slightly, and he let out a choking sound. My heart soared knowing I was helping him experience a new kind of ecstasy. I kissed his balls gently and moved up over his hips, making sure not to touch his erection.

  Taking a wipe from the box, I cleaned my hands before pouring more oil into my palm. He was still breathing hard, and I knew his erection now had to be painful. I’d taken him to the very brink and left him there. Not to be mean or to hurt him, but to make his orgasm earthshattering… when I allowed it.

  As I smooth my hands over his torso, I kissed his pubic bone, my chin brushing against his erection. I laid kisses all over him, pressing them into the short, dark pubic hair that carried his scent, his cock jumping against my jaw. He moaned when I finally placed a well-oiled, gentle hand around his inflamed member and his hips bucked into my light grip, looking for release.