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  As much as she hated to admit it, Troy was right. She hadn’t been in his home for more than two minutes and he managed to get her naked. Nothing about Troy reminded her of Richard or even Vartinucci, except for the fact that the men were all white.

  As though he willed it, Ava started to take off his shirt.

  “You have a wonderful body.” Troy brushed her hair from her face. “You did well with the flogging. I know most play bottoms who would have called their safe word way before you did.”

  “Safe word.” Ava shook her head.

  Nothing about this day or situation felt safe. She went to a university function with a student, one who worked as an escort. She had that same student disciplining her as a part of his fetish. Now she wanted to fuck him.

  She couldn’t blame her deviant behavior on her past with Richard. Ava wanted all of this. She wanted him.

  His touch sent a shiver down her spine. With his shirt off, she tossed it on the floor.

  “No, hang it up.” He pointed to his closet. “I’m here all night. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I’m not some submissive shrinking violet. And I’m not your maid.” Even in the nude, Ava wouldn’t buckle.

  Troy didn’t respond. Without his shirt on, he put his hands to his hips and stared at her. From his stance, she knew nothing would happen until she did what he said.

  She snatched the shirt from the floor and hung it in his walk-in closet next to her dress. When she returned to him, he now stood in front of his bed.

  “Pants,” he said simply.

  Without arguing this time, Ava undid his pants. She saw his hardened cock pushing against it. Eager to see if he’d stuffed his underwear, she started pushing his pants down without unzipping them at first. When she hit resistance, she struggled to undo the zipper enough to get his pants down.

  With his large hands, Troy stilled hers. “Slow down.”

  That was a first. Usually Ava would have to tell Richard to take things slow with her. After a deep breath, she pulled down his zipper and pushed his pants and boxers down. Once she got his garments down past his knees, Troy sat down on his bed.

  Ava couldn’t stop staring at his cock. Troy had Richard beat by being longer and slightly thicker. She got down on her knees and removed Troy’s shoes and socks. With him completely naked, the playing field should have been even; however, Ava still felt he had home-court advantage. Maybe because all this happened in his house.

  Once she had secured his remaining clothing in his closet, Ava returned to the bed.

  He kissed her stomach. “Tell me what you want, Ava.”

  Troy’s mouth moved up to her breasts.

  “My purse.” It was a strange request, but she had a three-pack of condoms in her purse, a precautionary measure forced on her by Dina.

  “A single woman should always carry some just in case,” her friend had told her.

  Would they need more than three, and if so, would Troy have any?

  Troy stopped kissing her long enough to gaze at her.

  “I have condoms in it.”

  He smiled. “I’ll make sure you’re protected.”

  Ava felt like he meant that in more than just keeping her protected sexually.

  Tonight she didn’t want to think about anything. She’d over analyzed the relationship, for whatever it was, with Richard and with Anson Vartinucci, from when they met to how they had sex. With Troy, she promised herself she wouldn’t do that.

  “I want you to get on your back on the bed.”

  Ava smiled as she crawled by him. “Yes.”

  “That’s all I want to hear you say the entire night.” Troy’s voice had dropped to an even lower and sexier octave.

  The sound alone erupted molten lava from between her legs.

  Troy positioned his body next to hers. “Did I tell you how good you look tonight?”

  “Yes.” She knew the rules of the evening and he had told her several times how good she looked.

  As soon as her back touched the comforter, she arched it and writhed on the bed.

  “Back feels weird because of the flogging?” Troy asked.

  “Yes. It feels raw and open and exposed. The fabric feels so good against my skin.”

  Troy touched her forehead with his fingertips. With only the tips, he brushed her body, awakening every hair. At her breasts, he circled her nipples, making her damn near purr with pleasure. Wanting to touch Troy, Ava reached for his chest. Troy arrested her hand and brought it back down to the bed.

  “Don’t touch me yet. Right now, it’s all about you.” Troy brushed his full lips over hers.

  Ava slipped her tongue into his mouth. Having Troy’s sole concentration on her desires was a foreign experience but one she welcomed.

  Troy slid down the bed, laving her body on his descent. He positioned his body between her legs. Like a snake, he slithered down the bed even more until he got to her feet. There, he kissed her toes, each one individually.

  “You like this?” He licked her ankle up to her shin then to her knee.

  “Yes.”

  When he moved his tongue over her sensitive inner thigh, Ava’s heart pounded harder than she’d ever felt. At her newly shorn pussy, he blew his hot breath over her clit.

  “Ahh!” Ava raised her hips, hoping that his breath wouldn’t be the only thing caressing her sex.

  Troy fooled her. He planted small kisses down her other inner thigh to her knee and her ankle.

  “Please, put your mouth on my—”

  Troy sprang up to a kneeling position and put his finger over her lips. “What did I just tell you? All I want to hear you say is yes.”

  She nodded as she watched him crawl back down between her thighs and continue kissing her leg.

  “You want me?” He glared at her through heavy-lidded eyes.

  Scanning his body, from his short blond hair to his wide shoulders to his barrel chest, the only thing she could say was the only thing she was allowed to say, “Yes.”

  With her answer, Troy kissed from one hipbone to the other, crossing dangerously close to her clitoris. She felt him parting her pussy lips with his fingers. Again, he blew his warm breath over her, triggering another wave of writhing. To ground herself, Ava gripped the pillow under her head.

  The first swipe of Troy’s tongue over her hardened nub forced her to proudly proclaim, “Yes!”

  He flicked his tongue over the tip, tickling it and teasing it while his masterful hands gripped and massaged her thighs. Surely after a night with him, Ava would find his handprints all over her body.

  After what seemed like hours of him licking, tickling, touching and teasing her clit, Troy lowered his head and dipped his tongue inside of Ava as far as he could go, brushing his nose against her sensitive clit in the process. She arched her back.

  What Ava really wanted to do was so out of her character. She wanted to scream to Troy to fuck her—not make love, not have sex, not even to dip his spoon into her teapot. Fuck. Straight up and down fucking.

  As slow and easy as he moved, Ava knew she wouldn’t get a down-and-dirty fuck session. Oh, no. Troy wanted to make her suffer in the very best way.

  Troy moved his mouth up to her clit again as he removed one hand from her thigh. To her surprise, he tickled her pussy opening with his finger, which forced Ava to jerk her body back.

  “No. I don’t want—”

  Troy held onto her legs to prevent her from escaping. “All you can say tonight is yes.”

  “Forget that. I know what I want. I don’t want you to—”

  “Say yes.”

  Ava stared at him in wonderment. Was he seriously ignoring her or did he think he was that much of a mack daddy in bed that he could sway anyone with his words?

  “It’s not like I just didn’t do this same thing earlier.” He wiggled his finger at her.

  Damn, he was right. She had allowed him to use that same finger inside of her on the limo ride home.

  Troy pulled her back
down into her original position again. “I don’t care who has done this to you before and, apparently, didn’t do it right. I’m going to show you how it should be done.”

  He covered her clit with his mouth again, pressing the core with his tongue. This time when his curious finger roamed around her vagina, Ava struggled to relax, a fact that didn’t escape Troy’s notice.

  “Relax,” he said between licks.

  Ava nodded, then said with a shaky voice, “Yes.”

  Troy slid the tip of his finger inside of her. As soon as her body relaxed, he eased more of his finger in until he was down to the furthest knuckle. When he withdrew his finger, Ava heard her juices against his digit.

  Damn, Troy was good at his job. She’d never gotten this wet before, not even with Richard, which was why she’d kept a bottle of lubricant by the bed at all times.

  Troy thrust his finger in and out of her faster and faster. Ava’s midsection tightened. She put one hand behind his head as she rotated her hips. With a thin layer of sweat covering her body, and every muscle tensing, she released the longest, loudest scream she’d ever produced, surpassing the one from the limo ride. If Troy could extract that kind of response from her with just his hand and mouth, she couldn’t imagine what actual penetration would do to her.

  Ava settled her body back on the bed, but from the way his body hovered over hers, he wasn’t ready for her to rest yet. As he promised, he pulled out of string of wrapped condoms from his nightstand. He sheathed himself in one before he did anything else.

  He teased her clit by rubbing his mushroom tip over it. In response, she raised her hips.

  “Say it,” Troy goaded.

  Ava held onto his shoulders as she stared at him in his eyes. “Yes. Yes. Oh, yes.”

  He slipped only the head inside of her. From the way Troy shook, he tortured himself as much as he was doing to her. Ava brought her hips up and twirled them to pull him in deeper. In this situation, Troy maintained control. He held onto her hip, steadying her.

  He pushed himself inside her, slow and easy until he was down to the hilt. Ava gripped her fingernails into his muscled shoulders. This man was a fucking sex god.

  Troy settled his body on top of hers, propping his upper body on his elbows. With one hand behind her head and the other massaging her breast, Ava felt enveloped. He kissed her, sharing her juices. In this instance, she didn’t mind tasting her own essence, especially from Troy’s lips.

  The more he controlled her body, the more innocent Ava felt, like it was her first sexual experience. In many ways, it was like her first time. Troy had pushed Ava into many firsts tonight. The strange part about the experience, Ava wanted more firsts with him.

  Troy kept up a hard but steady rhythm. Ava wrapped her legs around him and had to convince herself that once all of this was said and done, she would let him go.

  His speed increased and so did Ava’s heart rate. She also found that as Troy sweated, the more his musky scent emitted until it became Ava’s favorite smell, beating out her grandmother’s yeast rolls and the sweet smell of a puppy’s breath.

  Troy let her breast go and instead hooked his arm under her leg. His pace picked up even more speed. Ava was sure that he had to have felt her pussy constricting his cock and her body shaking.

  Troy tried staring into her eyes. Each time he made contact, Ava turned her head away. She could have sex with him, but she didn’t want to connect with him, didn’t want that bond that would ultimately destroy her as her other past relationships had.

  “Look at me.”

  She ignored his command. She turned her head and kissed his bicep.

  “Ava, look at me.”

  Following the rules of the night, she didn’t verbally respond. Instead she shook her head. With Anson she’d given her heart. With Richard, she gave up her body. Troy seemed to want to tap into both, and she couldn’t have that.

  Holding her chin, Troy pulled her face forward. She responded by closing her eyes.

  Her defiance didn’t stop him. Troy kissed her and slid his tongue into her mouth. It touched and teased hers, stroking her tongue the way he stroked her with his cock.

  He took his hand from her face long enough to cup her breast. He pinched her other nipple, which sent a scintillating, pleasurable pain through her body.

  Ava broke from the kiss long enough to catch her breath and to exclaim, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as the climax shook her body.

  He continued his constant rhythm, moving in and out of her like he’d done it a million times before.

  She’d made the mistake of finally connecting her gaze to his. Ava noticed a wave of relief wash over him as though this one thing would make the difference in this situation.

  From the stare, she got the impression that he didn’t have this kind of connection with the last woman in his life. He couldn’t do this with other women he’d be set up with in the future. She thought it would cause a lot of occupational hazards for him.

  His stamina overwhelmed her. Ava had gotten used to Richard’s frantic and intense sexual Olympics, and Anson’s slow yet compact sessions. Never had she been with a man who seemed to encompass qualities of both men, which truly scared her. Pretty soon, he would be looking for a way out, too. Good thing this was only a date, a paid one at that.

  Troy pulled himself out long enough to turn her over onto her stomach and pull her up to her hands and knees. “I’m not done yet.” He entered her from behind.

  He held onto her hips as he fucked her like she wanted. It didn’t take long for Ava to feel Troy’s body shaking. Without warning, he smacked her ass cheek with his hand. As much as she wanted to object to the treatment, she loved it. She loved feeling Troy’s command over her.

  He let out a growl. He gripped her hips harder, then pushed himself deep inside of her and held himself there.

  After his own intense orgasm, he kissed her shoulder and the side of her face, then pulled out of her and landed on his side on the bed. Ava simply pushed her knees back to fall on her stomach. She turned to him with a smile.

  “You can say something other than yes,” he said, also returning a smile.

  After releasing a long breath, Ava said, “Again.”

  “I was hoping you would say that.”

  Ava hoped this whole experience wouldn’t be something she would regret.

  Chapter Eight

  Ava watched Troy sleeping next to her. She had never spent the night in another man’s house. This must have been another occupational hazard for Troy, having a client spend the night. Then again, he did mention that she’d been his first client.

  As he slept, she studied his face—the lines streaming from the corners of his eyes, the crease around his mouth, the stubble that covered the lower half of his face.

  She combed her fingers through his dishwater blond hair. Troy stirred but didn’t awaken. She slid her hand over the planes of his chest, the same one that had been pressed against her body during sex and throughout the night. Every nerve still hummed from his exquisite treatment.

  Ava uncovered the top half of Troy’s body, letting the comforter rest right above his pelvic region. When she spied the tent under the covers, she couldn’t help but uncover the mystery. She pulled up the comforter and saw his magnificent cock standing erect with a nest of curly, blond hair at the base.

  Too tempting to resist, Ava held the base of Troy’s shaft. As he had done to her last night, she would give him pleasure with her mouth. First she licked his balls, sliding her tongue from one side to the other. A strange thought hit her at that moment. Even his sac smelled heavenly, not like he covered them with cologne, but a natural aroma.

  Ava trailed her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Like he had been hit with an electrical shock, Troy groaned and arched his back, but never opened his eyes.

  Poor thing. She must have knocked him out with all the sex last night. He wouldn’t have to worry today. She would do all of the driving.

  With one hand cradling
his sac and the other wrapped around the base of his cock, Ava licked the tip, circling her tongue around the soft head and nipping it with her teeth. Each graze of her teeth caused Troy to suck air between his teeth. At one point, Ava thought she heard him say her name.

  She covered his tip with her mouth and held him there. When she pressed her tongue down, salty-sweet precum oozed out. Wanting more, Ava moved her mouth down until her lips met up with her hand wrapped around him. Even if her hand wasn’t there, she wouldn’t have been able to fit any more of him in her mouth.

  Ava drew her mouth back, letting her tongue explore the bulging veins throbbing around his cock. She got to the top and kissed it. Her next trip down, she went faster, taking him in deeper before pulling her mouth back.

  She liked having him under her spell, not objecting, not directing, just enjoying the moment. Ava had to admit, though, that she missed the interaction, the playful banter, the way Troy ruled her body like a possession.

  The combination of massaging Troy’s balls, stroking the base of his penis, and sucking him brought about tremors in his body.

  “Ava…good,” was all she heard a still sleeping Troy mumble as she pleasured him with her mouth.

  When she felt his body jerk, she knew he was close. She let him go long enough to rip open another condom package. After rolling the thin film on his slick dick, she straddled him.

  He’d made love to her nice and slow last night, savored every part of her body from her scalp to her soles. Now she would rock his world. To hell with Richard and Anson. She would enjoy the best rebound sex ever.

  Her pussy hovered over his tip. After bracing her hand on his chest, she slid him inside of her. The girth of him inside of her forced Ava to do a quick intake of her breath.

  Ava allowed her heart to regain its beat before she ground her hips, slow at first. Still Troy slept, moaning on occasion and moving his hips in odd intervals. It wasn’t until Ava held his hands and pressed them against her breasts that he finally opened his eyes.

  A smile spread over his face. “Not a dream.” In the early morning, his naturally deep voice sounded like thunder rumbling in the mountains.