ChapterThirty-Seven
Ava looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with arousal, confusion, and fear.Her cheeks are blotchy and tear-stained.The sunlight streaming through the window catches on the lines of spit that coat her throat, giving her skin an unworldly shine.My little bird is perfect.I release her, crawling down her body until my knees rest between her thighs.
I trail my fingertips gently down her stomach and over her mound.I run my fingers through the strip of hair above her pussy, gently tugging on the coarse strands.My thumb presses against her clit and she gasps.Her body quivers with need and she inches her hips closer to my hand.
“I-I uhh,” she stutters.
“I know, precious.You’re confused, aren’t you?”
Her eyes widen and she jerks her head in a small nod.
“You don’t understand why you love the way I hurt you and yet,” I trace my finger around her opening, feeling her arousal slick my fingers, “you’re so wet and needy from it.”
I push a finger inside of her and she bucks into my hand.I insert a second and she cries out.
“You were a very good girl just now,” I say, “but you broke my rule, little bird.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, chewing on the soft skin until it pinkens.Her forehead crinkles and her eyes dart between my fingers and my face.She tries to pull away, but I wrap my hand around her hip, holding her in place.My fingers slide in and out of her slowly, making her writhe and wiggle.
“I told you that you aren’t allowed to come unless I say you do.But you’re so fucking desperate for my cock that you made yourself come thinking about me last night.”
Her face reddens with embarrassment and a new flood of her arousal coats my hand.She sputters out a few syllables that most certainly don’t form words.A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth.My shy girl gets so wet when I force her to see the way she wants me.
“You want to come, baby?”I ask.
Her eyes light up like Christmas lights as she nods furiously.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I let my fingers still inside her.“Beg me,” I growl, “Beg me to let you come.”
She exhales a whine and grinds against my fingers.“Please, Gray.”
“What’s my name to you?”
“Please, master,” she murmurs.
I pinch her clit and she moans, her back arching off the bed and pushing her perfect tits into the air.My hand slides up her body until I have one in my hand.I grasp it firmly, kneading her soft flesh with my fingers.“Please what?”I ask.
She sucks her lip into her mouth and stares at me, pleading with her eyes, but not saying a word.I pinch her nipple hard between my fingers until she lets out a yelp.
“Please, master, make me come!”she screams.
I pull my fingers from her cunt before slamming them back in.She’s so wet that they slide in and out of her with ease.Her slick coats my fingers and drips into my palm.I lean my face in, inhaling the scent of her arousal.I suck in greedy breaths through my nose until I can almost taste her.My cock hardens again as it hits me—sweet summer strawberries and the flavor that belongs uniquely to her.
She releases a low moan as I flick my tongue out and swirl it around her clit.I suck the bundle of nerves into my mouth and pump my fingers into her, hard and fast.She clenches around my fingers as her pleasure builds.My teeth scrape lightly over her clit and she screams out her orgasm.I slow my fingers, watching her pant and shudder as she rides out the aftershocks.
She cries out when I suck her clit back into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the sensitive bud.I plunge my fingers into her wet heat, hooking them inside of her to hit the spot that makes her legs shake.She closes her eyes and grinds her hips in unison with my fingers.
“Eyes on me,” I rasp against her cunt.“You’re going to look at me while you come on my fingers.”
She tightens around me, her body pulling my fingers deeper.A shiver runs through her, tensing her limbs.“That’s it,” I purr, “come for me again, precious.”
I watch pleasure color her features, her eyes half-lidded and her cheeks red.She stares down at me as she screams her release.She whines as I pull my fingers from her, her face scrunched up in a pained expression.The sheets drag across the mattress as she pulls away from me, inching herself back toward the headboard.Her eyes widen as I grip her hip and drag her back toward me.
“We’re not finished, little bird.”I reach behind me, grabbing what I hid at the foot of the bed.When I pull her purple dildo out from behind my back, she lets out a shaky whimper.She clamps her thighs together as I move it toward her.
