She began to remove her jacket. Her hands shook. “Of course, I found out you can do a lot more. I tried to spice things up with Derek. I did. I was bored. I hated sex. I hated the way he got on, did his thing, and then I was left with nothing. We didn’t even cuddle, let alone kiss.”
She got to her shirt and pulled it over her head. “However, when I tried to spice it up, he told me how ugly I was. How loathsome. That he loved me, but he didn’t find me attractive. He couldn’t stand my big tits, jelly legs, slobby stomach, and disgusting hips. He had a lot more inventive, colorful names for my body.” She stripped down until she stood before Smokey in her black lace lingerie.
It was beautiful. The model who’d worn it enhanced the colors, and she’d wanted it. Ordered it that night.
“I … I don’t know what I’m doing. The sex I’m accustomed to is for me to lie down and wait for it to be over. I don’t know what real arousal is unless I’m watching some kind of porn or reading a book.” Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve experienced a real orgasm. I think I’ve enjoyed a release, but not an orgasm.”
She pressed her lips together, counted to ten as he still sat there, saying nothing. “I moved here to start over. To not have my ex dominate everything, but here I am, pushing you away because of that. I don’t know if I can be what you need. Not after what I saw last night. This is all I am. If you don’t find me attractive, tell me now.”
Smokey put his pen down and leaned back in his chair. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around.”
She clenched her hands into fists but did as he asked, turning for him to see every single part of her.
This is not embarrassing.
You’re the one who came here and stripped down naked.
She turned full circle and Smokey stood. He rounded his desk and leaned against it. “Take off your underwear.”
Ava flicked the catch at the back of her bra, letting her tits spring free. She dropped it to the floor and stepped out, so inelegantly out of her panties. This wasn’t a striptease.
Now she stood in front of Smokey completely naked.
This had to be the worst idea of her life. There was no way she could justify why she’d done this. Pushing some hair off her face, she waited.
“Your ex was an asshole.” Smokey moved from the desk and stood in front of her. He touched her waist, and she felt on fire from that contact alone. “You’re all woman, Ava, and he wasn’t a man.” He tugged her close. “But I am, and I know exactly what you need.”
****
The information he’d gotten on Ava’s husband had given him enough details to know the man was a bastard. A fucking piece of scum of the highest order. What pieces of paper didn’t give him were actual accounts of what the asshole had done to Ava. The abuse she’d taken at her ex’s hands. It sickened him. No, it infuriated him. He wanted to kill the fucker, slowly and painfully. He was good at torturing. In the last few years, he’d become a master at it. Hearing men scream was something he relished.
He pushed all those thoughts aside because he didn’t want to be thinking about them while he had his woman so close to him.
Stroking her cheek, he pushed her hair back. The hold he had on her waist moved down to cup her generous ass. He let the cheek go and slapped it.
“Now do you want to know how a real man treats a woman?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He lifted her in his arms. She let out a squeal. Her arms circled his neck and he chuckled. He didn’t go far. After shoving all the papers he’d been working on to the floor, he dropped her butt down on his desk and spread her legs wide. He stepped between them. “I’m willing to offer you a deal, Ava,” he said.
“What?”
“I’ll show you how it is between a man and woman, and in return, you give yourself to me. Completely. You’re not allowed to be with anyone else. You’re all mine to do with as I please,” he said.
“You won’t hurt me?”
“I have no reason to hurt you, do I?”
She licked her lips and nodded. “I agree.”
He put his hand on her chest, pushing her down on the desk. “Hold on.”
She tried to grab the desk, and he sat down in his chair. He took her feet, placing them on his knees.
Touching her ankles, he traced up her calves, hearing her gasp. The fucker hadn’t even taken the time to touch Ava. She was deprived of so much, but he had no problem with that because he was going to make up for it.