003 — The Night I Begged for More

(Ava’s POV)  

The blonde’s knees cracked when she stood up. Her mouth was loaded with his loads. Cum still clung to her chin. She wiped it with the back of her hand very slowly, like she was savoring the taste. Her eyes flicked to me—just once—then she turned away to him. Her eyes stayed locked on him, hungry for approval.

He didn’t give it. After all, she was a tool that he’d finished using. 

He didn’t even look at her. “Go.”  

The door clicked shut behind her. The air got heavier, and thicker, like the room shrank to just us. My wrists burned against the silk ties. My thighs shook. I couldn’t close my legs. I couldn’t hide how soaked I was. The sheets under my ass were cold now, wet from me.  

He sat on the sofa across from the bed, spreading his legs. Cock in his fist. Still hard and throbbing.  

Fuck.  

It was as thick as Leon’s—maybe thicker. Veins roped down the shaft, pulsing under his slow strokes. The head of his dick was slick with spit and cum. He didn’t rush. Just watched me with his dark eyes. 

I squirmed. The ties bit deeper. My nipples ached so hard they hurt. I wanted to scream and beg. I wanted to rip free and crawl to him. But I couldn't. I just stared.  

He watched me squirm with a smirk on his lips. “Enjoying the view?” His voice was gravel and tempting.

I couldn’t answer. My mouth was dry. He stroked faster for a beat, his abs flexing with each stroke, and the dragon tattoo on his chest seeming to coil tighter. 

His thumb swiped over the tip, smearing his precum. He brought it to his mouth. and licked it clean.  

"Ohh shit" I muttered to myself. My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered.  

Finally, He stood, his cock bobbing as he walked slowly. He stopped at the edge of the bed and towered over me.  

His fingers grabbed my chin. Hard. Tilted my face up. His thumb pressed into my bottom lip, parting it.  

“That,” he said, voice low and rough, “was your punishment.”  

I tried to speak but couldn’t. My tongue felt very thick.  

He leaned in. His breath was hot against my ear. “Now, you’re exactly where you need to be.”  

His grip tightened on my chin, his nails digging in. Not enough to bruise but just enough to remind me who held the reins.  

Leon never talked like this. Leon fucked like a storm—fast, brutal, and gone. This club guy? He was a slow blade, cutting me deeper with every second.  

I swallowed. My voice cracked up. “I want to feel you.” I paused. My chest heaved. “Inside me.”  

His eyes flashed. Something dark and hungry.  

“That’s more like it.”  

He let go of me. My chin throbbed where his fingers had been.  

He turned to the drawer again. Pulled out a black leather case and snapped it open. Inside it was metal clamps, a slim silver vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a blindfold.

"Holy shit" I cried out in my mind. My stomach flipped.  

He didn’t ask for my say to proceed as he never needed it. Just picked up the clamps. 

He pinched my left nipple very hard. I gasped. The sting shot straight to my clit as he clipped the first one on. Then the second. My back arched off the bed. The chain between them tugged with every breath.  

He flicked it once.  

I cried out.  

“Good girl.”  

He grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. He didn’t touch me with it yet. Just held it close, letting the buzz tease the air near my thighs.  

I arched my back the more. “Please—”  

He pressed it to my inner thigh instead of my pussy. Not yet. The vibration crawled up my leg. Just as my hips chased it, he pulled it away.  

“Stay still.”  

I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t listen.  

He set the vibrator down and grabbed the lube. He poured it over his fingers.

He shoved my thighs apart. My panties were soaked through, clinging to my lips. He didn’t take them off. Just pushed them aside.  

Two fingers slid in without no warning.  

I moaned very loud. My walls clenched around him. He curled them until he found that perfect spot. 

My eyes rolled back immediately he touched it. He pumped slow. In. Out. The lube made wet sounds. I actually whined the moment his thumb brushed my clit. 

He then added a third finger and stretched me. The burn was just perfect. My hips rolled, trying to fuck his hand. He let me for a second then pinned my thigh down with his free hand.  

“Greedy.”  

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. He. shoved them in.

“Suck.”  

I did. This was the first time I actually tasted myself. It was salty and sweet. His eyes never left mine.  

He pulled them out with a pop and wiped them on my cheek.  

Then he stood, grabbed his cock and sapped it against my panties. Hard. The head thudded against my clit through the fabric.

I jerked, pain and pleasure twisted together.  

He rubbed the length of him along my slit, up and down. The cotton dragged over my clit. His precum mixed with mine. The friction was maddening.  

I tried to lift my hips. He pushed them down.  

“Not yet.”  

It was as if he was experimenting on me. What I find funny is how I enjoyed every bit of his control.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and tore them slowly down my legs. The fabric scraped over my skin. 

He tossed them aside, spread me open with his thumbs.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.”  

He grabbed the vibrator again. He placed it on higher setting now before he pressed it to my clit.  

I screamed.  

He didn’t move it. He just held it there. The buzz shot through me like lightning. My thighs shook. The clamps pulled tighter with every jerk.  

He leaned down and bit my neck.

I came.  

It was hard and fast. My pussy clenched around nothing. Juices gushed out, soaking his hand. My vision blurred.  

He didn’t stop. I never wanted him to do so anyways. He kept the vibrator pinned until another orgasm hit me. I sobbed.  

He pulled it away. Finally,  

My body went limp. Sweat cooled on my skin.  

He untied the silk. My arms flopped down.  

Before I realized it, he grabbed my hair and yanked me

up. My face inches from his cock. 

“Suck it.”  

It hit me like a slap.  

It was then I realised—holy shit— I am going to fuck him.