by Eva Greer
He grinned, flicking his thumbs against my hardened nipples, then went back to rolling them. “Both.”
I moaned and fought to keep my legs wide and my eyes from rolling back in my head. “Well, considering you spanked me tonight, I’m only a virgin in one of those categories,” I announced smugly.
“Oh, my sweet Avery, that wasn’t a spanking. That didn’t even come close.”
I felt my pussy clench and held back a squeak. Barely.
His fingers were still gently rolling my nipples. “Clasp your hands behind your head,” he growled, taking a step toward me.
“Caden, please, I can’t take much more.” I moved to close my legs, desperate to stop the mounting pressure.
“Did I give you permission to move?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. He moved closer, putting his feet between my legs, pushing them out. “Now, arms up.”
“Permission to speak freely, sir?” I asked, panting, moving my hands behind my head.
He raised one eyebrow, but he nodded. “Granted.”
“No, you didn’t give me permission to move, but I’ve been through a lot today, and although I will admit that I’m honestly fucking enjoying this on some level and want to explore it further, sir, I’m not sure how much more I can take.”
I barely got that last word out before he tweaked both nipples, hard. I squealed. They were swollen and sensitive, and they hadn’t had this much attention in a very long time. But I had to admit; I felt the zing all the way to my core. It was fucking powerful.
Was it possible to orgasm from nipple stimulation? I was beginning to think it was as a fresh gush hit my pussy.
“On the bed, on your back. Arms above your head and legs spread.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed eagerly as I scrambled onto the bed.
“Close your eyes, Avery. I just want you to focus on feeling.”
“Mmm,” I agreed, closing my eyes.
“Are you familiar with safe words?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Choose one.”
“Will I need one?”
“Probably not, but I want you to have one. I want you to know that you have the control, and from my perspective, it’s my responsibility to be very in tune with you, your responses, and your body. You shouldn’t need it, but we don’t know each other that well, and you have been through a lot today. If at any point you’re not sure or feel like you’ve had enough, just let me know.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “How about red, yellow, green,” I suggested.
“Was that in your book?” he asked, and I could tell there was a smile on his face.
I grinned. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, Avery, I want you to stay still, do you understand? I realize this is new for you, but you’re stronger than you think you are. Stay with me and stay open, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered as I felt the bed depress near my feet. I felt his cool fingers at my ankles and I opened my eyes.
“Do I need to blindfold you?” He threatened.
“No, sir.” I eked, closing my eyes.
“Keep them closed, and remain still,” he insisted as he began to push my legs further apart.
It was hard to submit to him. A lot harder than I thought it was going to be. I could feel the cool air hitting my pussy and knew he was taking it all in. I jumped when I felt him move between my legs and heard him sigh.
“Sir?” I asked.
“Yes, Avery.”
“I’m not sure I can take the unknown tonight in light of what I went through earlier.”
“Keep your eyes closed, Avery, but I will tell you what I’m going to do before I do it. Will that help?”
“Mmm,” I agreed.
“I’m going to eat your pussy now,” he announced with a low growl, and then he did.
He pushed my legs as wide as they would go, and I’m a yoga girl, so they stretch very wide. Then he licked my lips with his tongue, moving down toward my pussy and then back to my clit. But he didn’t touch it. I whimpered and felt him chuckle.
“I’m not going to last long,” I warned him.
“You absolutely may not cum without permission, do you understand, Avery?”
“Yes, sir, but—“
“It’s grounds for punishment, Avery. Do you want to be punished?” he threatened.
“Maybe,” I admitted.
He chuckled then latched onto my clit and sucked. Hard.
My hips bucked up into his face involuntarily, and he pushed them back down with a hand on both of my hips. Then he pushed my knees up. “Keep your feet flat on the bed, knees open,” he murmured, his lips still pressing against my pussy, the vibration nearly making me cum.
“Fuck, Caden.”
“Mm. Hoping for that, too,” he assured me as his tongue pressed hard from the length of my pussy all the way up to my clit, sucking my juices as he moved, as though he was starving for them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to come!”
Caden immediately moved his mouth from my clit. “You’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you? So responsive,” he murmured with approval. Then added, "Breathe, Avery,” as he ran a finger through the wet of my folds, moving it until it reached my clit, then back, dipping one, then two fingers into my pussy.
I hissed. “Well, you’re a tease, Caden Stone, and payback’s a bitch. Just remember that.” I warned him as his teeth teased my clit while his fingers pulsed in my pussy. The orgasm came fast, hard, consuming.
Chapter 8
“Babe, not sure I’m going to last,” he admitted. “Good, because after two orgasms, I can’t either. I want you inside me,” I growled.
“I’ve never known a woman to complain about multiple orgasms,” he chuckled as his teeth bit my nipple.
“Ow!” It was definitely a pleasure-pain moment, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted him inside me. “Get a condom, now.”
“Bossy, too,” he acknowledged, but he moved quickly and opened the side table drawer, grabbing a condom and putting it on his huge cock.
I bit my lower lip, taking in the size of his cock. Not sure I realized they came that big.
“We’ll go slow,” he promised.
“Not sure you’re going to fit,” I admitted.
He chuckled and pushed my legs wide, moving between them, eyeing my pussy, now drenched from two mind-blowing orgasms.
He teased my slit with his cock.
“Careful, Caden, it's super sensitive.”
“Not enough attention, huh?”
I smiled, “Guess not.”
“We’ll remedy that,” he promised.
I moaned, feeling my clit pulse. “I didn’t think it was possible to have this many orgasms and still be turned on.”
“I’ll take that as a challenge. Stick with me, kid.”
“I like the sound of that,” I admitted as the tip of his cock, now covered in my juice, teased my pussy.
The next thing I knew, he flipped me, and I was on top of him on the bed. “I want you to take your time, control the tempo,” he instructed.
“Okay.” I moved his member between my lips and then hissed. My clit was swollen and tender. I lifted my hips, and he guided his cock to my opening. I leaned forward, taking him in bit by bit, moaning. “God, you feel unfuckingbelievable,” I admitted when I’d seated him fully.
“Stay right there,” he held me in place. “Eyes on me, Avery.”
I felt a surge of uncertainty. It was intimate—the most intimate sex I’d ever had with anyone and I’d known Caden less than a day.
“Don’t get in your head,” he instructed.
I moved my eyes to his and nodded, then started to move. He filled every crevice, and I’d never felt anything so amazing in all my life. You were made for me, I thought as I rode him hard, and then he moved me ever so slightly forward, and at this new angle, my body started to crumble. If I’d thought the orgasms he’d given me earlier were amazing, they couldn’t compare to this. We came
together in a matter of minutes. I stayed right there, my pussy milking his release.
I had no idea what to do with this. This insane hunger for orgasms with this guy. Was it a response to the near-death experience I’d had earlier that day? Or was it Caden? Was it even possible for this to be the result of a genuine connection with Caden?
I handled it the best way I knew how. Avoidance. “You need to feed me again,” I announced.
He growled.
I laughed. “Not that way,” I protested, swatting his stomach playfully, “with food.”
Chapter 9
When Avery moved to grab her T-shirt, I stopped her. “Naked, please.”
She wasn’t happy about it, but she complied. I wasn’t sure how much time we had together and I wanted to push a few of the boundaries of the lifestyle to see what she liked and what she didn’t.
She was a resistant submissive, but it was cute. I had a sneaking suspicion that over time, her submissive side could be groomed to something quite amazing.
She was thin and hadn’t eaten nearly enough today, so I decided to whip up something fattening for us. I could see that her eyes were wary, so I decided that I would finger feed her.
“Hands behind your back, Avery.”
“You’re not serious.”
“Oh, but I am. Behind your back. I’m going to feed you.”
“I’m not a child.” She glared at me.
“I’m well aware of that,” I told her, my eyes moving to her nipples, dark pink from the attention I’d given them earlier. They puckered under my gaze.
She reluctantly moved her hands behind her back.
“Shoulders back,” I demanded, eyes on her breasts.
“You’re a brute,” she announced.
I moved to her side, my fingers traced down her arms then dipped into her pussy, wet with need. Her breath hitched.
“And you’re wet.” I circled my fingers around her clit, back to her pussy, and then to her mouth.
She wrinkled her nose and turned her head away. “Open,” I demanded.
She did.
“Suck,” I demanded.
She did.
It was my turn to take a sharp breath. She bit down gently on my fingers and swirled her tongue around them, then sucked every bit of her cream off my fingers... My cock swelled. My little minx was a quick learner.
I pulled my fingers from her mouth and moved my hand to the plate, bringing a piece of the burger I’d just made for her to her mouth.
“I never eat this much red meat in one day,” she complained.
“You’re too thin.” I admonished.
“I’m just right,” she argued.
“Borderline, Avery, now open,” my tone making it plain there was no room for argument.
She opened her legs but kept her mouth closed.
It wasn’t easy to suppress the smile that tugged at my lips. “You want to test limits, babe? I’m all about that,” I promised.
She quickly opened her mouth.
Smart girl.
Chapter 10
He’s trying to rattle me, but it won’t work. Okay, maybe it’s working a little, but I’m a quick learner and I play with the big boys in IP law. I can give as much as they do. I can take as much as he gives, and I’ll give it right back. He just doesn’t know it yet.
The entire time he’s feeding me I find myself thinking about ways to retaliate, ways to get him back for being so bossy.
Who am I kidding?
I’m thinking about how sexy Caden looks in his t-shirt with healthy biceps bulging. He clearly works out, but then again, he was a Navy SEAL, aren’t they all built?
Suddenly it dawns. Why is he dressed and I’m not? My eyes narrow but I obediently opened my mouth for the next-to-the-last bite of hamburger. I’m stuffed, and suddenly self-conscious as though my stomach is protruding with all this food.
Don’t get me wrong. I love food and I love eating, but today, not so much. I’m still a bit queasy from the panic and reality that I almost lost my life today. I literally almost lost my life. I could have died.
Nausea hits me hard and sudden. I feel sweat breaking out on my brow and then my eyes fly up to Caden’s. Next thing I know, I’m jumping off the bar stool and running for the bathroom. I manage to close the door quickly behind me, push the lock on the handle, and make it to the toilet just in time.
I can hear Caden calling my name, but it feels like he’s in another galaxy. I heave into the toilet violently, gagging, then heave again. Every bit of the burger ends up in the toilet, and then the thought of it has me heaving all over again, except there’s nothing left in my stomach.
I hit the knob on the toilet to make the vile smell flush away, then sit down and lean against the bathroom wall. My body covered in sweat, shivering.
I hear the door lock pop, but I don’t even look up.
“Babe,” he says as he picks me up as though I weigh nothing, moving me swiftly to the bed.
All I can do is moan.
He lifts one eyelid, then the other, but I push his hand away. “Stop or I’ll leave,” I threaten him. He covers me with a blanket and I can barely utter, “Just let me be for a bit. Please.” My eyes are closed, and I’m willing my stomach to settle.
I can feel him standing there, but I don’t have the strength to argue, and then sleep blissfully claims me.
At one point in the night, I realize that he’s joined me in the bed. He’s checking my pulse and I pull my hand away and turn away from him, taking the blankets with me. I think I hear blanket thief and then sleep claims me again.
When I wake, it’s to the sound of birds and a door closing softly. I open my eyes, at first unsure of where I am, and then reality comes at me like a freight train. I’m in Lake Tahoe. It’s my first vacation—hell—who am I kidding? It’s my first mini-vacation in two years. I haven’t had a true vacation since I graduated from law school.
In twenty-four hours I’ve had the first panic attack of my life, slept with an ex-SEAL, let him do things to me no man has done before, (my cunt gets wet just thinking about it), and I ate a meal naked at his island while he fed me.
Have I lost it?
My hand presses to my stomach, but the nausea is gone. I turn onto my back and look to my left. The bed is empty. I breathe a sigh of relief and stretch.
A Shower. It’s calling me. I don’t dare to take much time, just in case Caden re-appears, so I wash my body and hair, and then condition it, all within five minutes. I’m standing in his bathroom with a towel snug around my body when I hear the bedroom door open. My heart beats a little faster, and then the bathroom door opens.
“Ever heard of knocking?” I ask.
He just standing there looking at me. I can tell he’s assessing how I am and it annoys the hell out of me. Yesterday I may have been out of sorts from everything I’d been through, but today is a new day. Get ready, Navy SEAL.
I turn to him and cross my arms, assessing him right back, trying hard not to think about how sexy he looks in running shorts with his thick, muscular thighs showcased perfectly, his performance t-shirt clinging to his pecs and abs.
He smiles, then laughs. “I’m going for a run with Cocky. I’ll be back within thirty.”
“Thirty?” I scoff. “That’s not a run.”
A spark lights his eyes, and I can tell I’ll pay for that later, but to his credit, he says nothing. He simply turns away, and Cocky follows him as though I don’t exist.
I’m not going to lie; I’m disappointed that I didn’t get a rise out of him.
A run sounds good to me, too, and I didn’t run at all yesterday, but then I think about the fact that I had four orgasms, and I figure that counts for something. In fact, my body feels it today, but it feels it in a very good, very satisfied way.
I also don’t think Mr. Navy SEAL would respond well to the fact that I’d like to go for a run, and this is day two out of four of my mini-vacation. Gotta pick your battles, my grandma would say.
I decided then and there I’m going to make the remaining days of my vacation count. My body tingles in anticipation.
Chapter 11
I find my mind racing as I push harder than usual on this short run. Avery was right, thirty minutes isn’t a real run, but I wasn’t about to admit that to her. I half expected her to say she wanted to run with me, but she didn’t. I was relieved.
I used the half hour to think through all that she’d been through yesterday; I felt more than a little guilt at how I may have contributed to her ending the day with her head in the toilet, and with me locked out of the bathroom while she heaved.
She had a long weekend stretching ahead, and I didn’t want today to be a repeat of yesterday.
What did I want? Fuck. I wanted to sit her down and interrogate her like the SEAL I was.
I wanted to know about her childhood, her college years, her law practice, why she chose law, her past sexual encounters, her likes, dislikes, her family, her friends, how far she was willing to go in the lifestyle, what she would like and not like, what her hard limits might be, and if she wanted to settle down and have kids someday—and I had no idea why this woman who had been in my life for less than twenty-four hours could impact me like this.
Was it a rebound from leaving the SEALS? Was I pushing myself into finding something else I could hang onto? Somehow, I didn’t think so. I had offers from a private security firm and a medical clinic in the Rockies sitting on my desk—both solid options.
This had everything to do with the woman. Everything. I’d never met anyone like Avery.
I’d had women that turned me on, and a girlfriend or two, and a sub or ten, but I’d never had anyone feel like she fit in my life like nothing else ever had—not even my SEAL brothers, and I’d die for them.
The alarm went off on my Apple Watch. It was time to turn around. I picked up the pace in anticipation of a day stretching ahead with Avery. I wanted to get her out of the house and explore Tahoe without potentially setting off any triggers, and I knew the perfect way to do just that.
