Chapter 3

Chapter 3

{A Little About Him}

Ava’s POV

I spent thirty minutes in the bathroom, wondering why it had to be me. Honestly, I’m exhausted from overthinking it. I submerged myself under the soapy water, trying to wash the feeling of him off my skin. Once finished, I dressed in a simple black gown.

There was no point in trying to hide my body anymore; he had already seen everything. I decided to leave my long hair down, letting it fall past my shoulders.

I slipped on my funny, childish flip-flops and walked out of my room.

“Seriously,” I muttered, letting out a dry laugh when I saw him mopping the kitchen. There was a lingering, unpleasant smell in the air that felt out of place. As I walked further into the room, he raised his head and noticed me. His eyes scanned me from head to toe before he smiled, gesturing for me to come over.

I walked closer, and he pulled me against his wide chest. I realized then just how well-built he is; his abs are the kind that would make anyone drool at first sight. He slid his hands down to my backside.

My gown barely reached past my hips, and he smirked when he realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. Without a word, he pulled the gown over my head, leaving me exposed before him once again.

“I can’t get this view out of my head, Ava,” he whispered, turning me around.

“Do you watch erotic movies or p**n?” he asked, his hands roaming over my curves.

“I watch erotic movies sometimes, but Madam Nada doesn't allow me to watch p**n,” I replied truthfully. He smiled, his fingers grazing my skin.

“Should we go for another round?” he asked. To my own surprise, I found myself nodding. He dropped the mop and carried me to the four-seater sofa, parting my legs to make room for him.

It’s strange; I found myself watching him, shocked by the sheer size of him, wondering how I had managed to take him in only minutes before. I was lost in my thoughts until he pushed inside, the sensation snapping me back to reality.

He started slowly, but after a few moments, he switched to a rough, demanding pace that forced moans to fill the living room.

In truth, I do watch porn—I just do it without Madam Nada knowing. I’m careful to clear my browser history every time. I probably know a dozen different sites. It started as a curiosity, but I found that it helped me understand my own body, even if it left me feeling restless at night behind my locked door and drawn curtains.

My legs were high in the air now, held in the position Dalton preferred. I had to admit, despite my feelings toward him, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Why do you always want to have sex with me, even though you have Madam Nada?” I asked, trying to start a conversation amidst the heavy breathing.

“You’re too attractive, Ava. I couldn't resist you from the moment I saw you on your sixteenth birthday,” he admitted. “Your shape, your smile, that sharp jawline... it makes you irresistible.”

“Do you love Madam Nada?” I asked. The expression that crossed his face wasn't a warm one.

“I love her, Ava, but the moment I saw you with her, it was attraction at first sight.” He punctuated his words by swatting my backside, causing a whimper that dissolved into another moan.

“So... do you still have feelings for my boss?” I pressed.

“No. I only want you. Nobody else.” He groaned as he reached his limit, releasing on me before using his body to smooth it over my skin.

“You’re going to give me a blowjob when I come by tomorrow.”

He’s coming back tomorrow? The thought raced through my mind as he kissed me hungrily.

“I really want to have you for a whole day,” he whispered, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear.

“I’ll arrange for you to visit my place for a week. I’ll tell Nada I need your help with something.”

My heart sank into my stomach at the idea of being trapped with him for a week.

He pushed me back against the cushions again. “I’m an addict, Ava. I feel like taking you again.”

Without waiting for an answer or checking if I was ready, he pushed himself back inside me.

He squeezed my breasts hard, and I moaned loudly. At one point, he shifted his focus, moving behind me to explore a different, more painful territory. I whimpered as I felt the stretch, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity of it.

He didn't stop, and as the minutes passed, my breath grew heavy and ragged. Finally, I felt him release once more.

“I’m going to freshen up in Nada’s room,” he said, heading toward her bedroom. I stood up from the sofa, feeling a dull ache between my legs. I checked the front door and was relieved to find it was still locked. I pulled my gown back on and dragged the mop and bucket back into the living room to finish the job.

Once the room was back in order, I cleaned myself up in my room and went to the kitchen to pack his breakfast in his favorite containers. I was just putting the flasks into his bag when he emerged from Madam Nada’s room, looking as fresh and handsome as ever. I handed him the bag, and he leaned in to kiss me briefly. This time, I kissed him back.

“Have a lovely day, babe,” he said, giving my rear one last pat. I watched from the kitchen as he walked out and shut the front door behind him.

I stood in the quiet kitchen and started to dance a little. I never knew sex could feel this good, I thought to myself, despite the chaos of how it all happened.