She stammers on a word, unable to fully articulate it.
I turn off the water, and Ava envelops her arms around her waist. I get out and grab a towel. She holds her hand out, prepared to take it. But I don’t appreciate the games. One of my arms snakes along her waist, the other over her mouth. “Since you lack manners.” I pick her up, bringing her down to the floor. Ava’s hand cushions her fall. I grip the other, pinning it behind her back until her gaze flares.
I whisper against her ear, “Nod if you prefer a gag?”
Her slick, soft body struggles again against my weight and my hands that control her. I pinch her nose, cutting off the funnel of her air Her ragged breathing becomes a panicked frenzy. The heels of her bare feet skate against the ground, palms like annoying gnats against my shoulders.
Cock swelling, my lips find the shell of her ear. “Stop, or I’ll gag you the old-fashioned way, Ava.”
She reads the lust radiating from my soul. The bobcat in her sparks the depravedarsehole.She collapses like a cloth doll on the floor.
I remove my hand from her mouth and from pinching her nose. Ava inhales precious air.
“Now, should wefeck? Break the last thread of tension between us?” My heart knocks at my chest, entreating her submission—for her to fall off the stubborn horse and give into the primal craving I scented, licked, and drank from her pussy.
In a low whisper, she begs, “No, please no.”
Feck. I nod. “Do I need to gag you? Or will you defer to somefeckingmanners?”
At the fire in Ava’s eyes, I press a palm over her mouth, and the other pinches her nose. She begins to thrash, slamming the side of her head against the porcelain tub. Once more, Ava deliberates her defiance.
I veil the threat in a lowered tone. “I’d hate for you to make me angry, Ava. You’ll love me angry after wefeckand get out the aggression we seem to have. But until then, lassie.”
Again, her body becomes malleable and obedient. “I’ve a surprise for you, Ava.” I stand my pretty little birdie to her full height. I tenderly fold the towel over one limb then the other.
“Since we’re still in the part of our relationship where you deny your feelings, allow me to wipe you down.”
“Allow,” her voice comes out as a trembled, cautionary tale. “I have a choice?”
“There’s always a choice.”
“Punishment?” She utters as a rogue tear travels the length of her cheek and disappears against my mouth. I kiss her and reply, “Yes, Ava. Punishment.”
“On the plane, you said I had rights. You choked me, and I could . . .” Her voice trickles away as I wipe the luscious coils between her thighs.
“Proceed, Ava.”
She clears her throat then snaps, “That I could slap you after you choked me.”
I cease my visual survey of her wonderful body and glance down at her. “Youdidslap me.”
“So, when you hurt me, I-I can hurt you too?”
A few strands fall into my eyes, I fork them back, toweling over the lovely globe of herarse.
“Ah, you’re correct, lassie. Although, I’m not much of abawbag, aye?”
“You are.”
I laugh, kissing the dimple above Ava’s leftarsecheek and running the towel over her hips. “Eh, that’s not the way I see it. Mybawsare freezing while I’ve wiped you down first.” It’s a lie. I’m not cold, though mildly discomforted by the water drying on my bare arse.“Also, you came.” Embarrassment creeps the length of her spine. “Did you notcum hard,Ava? You may answer.”
“Fu—”
Ava stills herself as I drop the towel, fingers flexing. I stalk a few steps toward the vanity and remove a silk scarf. I can almost hear the gallop of her heart in her chest.
Smoothly, I order, “Turn.”
The caged beauty gawks at me. “Why?”