Page 26 of Capturing Ava
My hand crawls from her pert little ass to her delicate little neck. Pulling her head towards mine. “Is that what you want?” She nods. “Then tell me why you’re grinding on my leg.” Her movements don’t stop, but her breathing is rasping. My hands move to her hips, gripping onto her, moving her body against my leg. “Come on, make a mess,” I growl.
As I gaze at her face, she has taken on a beautiful rosy hue. She looks anywhere but at me, with her eyes facing down, “I–I can’t.” She stutters. My hands move her hips faster, and now she’s panting. Fuck, if she gets any closer, she will feel how fucking hard I am for her. My hands move at a slower pace and I’m startled by the sensation of her warm, petite hands traveling across mine. “No,” she utters, “Please—don’t—stop.” She pants.
Fuck, I wish she hadn’t said that. I was hungry and the only thing that had stopped me from devouring her was her resistance, but now look at her, begging to make a mess all over me like a desperate little puppy. Fuck. I don’t wait for her to protest, standing and allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist. A tiny squeal falls from her lips. “Where are you taking me?” A smirk falls across my lips. Not that she could see it. It amused me she would say the same thing she had said when I took her to my bed.
Walking to the bookshelves, I place her on the ground in front of the floor-length mirror. Shifting her body, I press her against the mirror and raise her small dress to her waist, leaving her only able to observe in the mirror as I retrieve my belt from my jeans. Moving her panties down those well-toned legs, my hands glide into the space between her thighs, pressing my nails into her skin. “Spread them,” I growl, and just like before, she remains still.
My fingers press into her skin harder and I notice her yelp, but still she remains motionless. “Good girls, do as they are told,” I whisper into her ear.
There is nothing but silence for a few moments. “Well, maybe I’m not a good girl.” She gasps. Shit, she had that fucking right. My hands prize her legs apart until I can gain entry to her sweet pussy. My fingers glide up her thighs and shoot straight to her pussy. She throws her head back on my shoulder and lets out a slow moan. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” I pant.
Moving my fingers away from her pussy, I insert my fingers down her throat. Waves of pleasure shoot down my spine when I hear her choking on my fingers as she consumes that delicious pussy juice down her throat.
Allowing my jeans to fall to the ground. I’m so fucking eager to enter her. She was right; she wasn’t a good girl. “Bad girl,” I gasp as I bend her body against the mirror, her gorgeous ass pushed out against my waiting cock. Fuck, I had waited months—for this.
Slipping my cock deep inside of her, she gasps and moans as soon as I enter her. Fuck, she feels just as tight as she did all those years ago. Pressing my body against hers, I enter her more deeply and sense her intense grip on me, as if I’m trapped in a vise. “Oh god, oh god, why does your dick feel so—fucking—good.” She cries out.
Rotating my hips, I hit her with depth, causing both of us to gasp. Holding the belt, I struck her thighs. “Oh my god,” she cries out. Fuck, the little beast liked it. My eyes widen with surprise and my cock jumps with excitement deep inside of her. Pressing her form against the mirror, I slide my cock up and down inside her at an escalating speed, alternating light strikes from my belt against her thighs. Her screams have my body shaking with desire.
Moving away from her and twirling her body around to face me I take my belt and grab both her arms up against the mirror tying her in a knot around the belt and looping it against the mirror so she can’t escape, not that it looks like wants to escape right now. Excited gasps crawl out of her throat.
Gripping her ass in my hands, I dig my fingers into her flesh and hear her gasp. I half expect her to give me a look of fear, but I see nothing. Nothing but that glazed-over lustful look that I had come accustomed to seeing displayed across her pretty little face.
Lifting her, her legs envelop my waist and press my body against hers. “Tell me, Ava, is this the thing you read about—in those books?” I pant. Her eyes widen with surprise. “It’s just a fantasy baby. Can I be yours?” I plead.
My cock enters her soaking wet pussy, and a loud moan falls from her lips. “Yes,” she gasps, “Yes, you can—be my—fantasy.” She moans her response. With each grip on her throat, I notice her pussy tightening around my cock as I push further inside of her. Her pussy is pulsing, begging me to release inside of her.
My cock is soaked from the desire that leaks from her tight, wet pussy. The desire pinches through me, causing me to move more forcefully within her. “Oh, fuck, why do you feel so fucking good?” I pant. The moans are screamed into my ear, but this only causes my cock to pump harder deep within her.
My grip on her throat tightens, and she gasps for fucking air, but I can’t fucking stop—not even if I wanted to. I don’t want to end her life. I should want to, but I don’t. I yearn to continue being inside her soaking pussy, experiencing the overwhelming pleasure that runs through my body.
Pushing further until the pleasure courses through my body, I can hear her gasping for air, her glazed-over eyes showing me she’s moments away from passing out. I can feel her pussy clench hard around my cock as she once again soaks my cock. “I should fucking hate you.” I pant. “I should fucking hate you,” I moan as I pour all of my desire into her dripping hole. “But I don’t, goddamn you Ava, I don’t,” I whisper.
The grip on her throat loosens and wait for her to take the first breaths as the air enters her lungs. She sucks in the air that I had restricted and she looks at him. Confusion passes through her eyes. “You should hate me?” She gasps with wide eyes. “Why should you hate me?”
Shit, I wish I hadn’t said that. I was getting too close. I should let her go and she would never know that the ghost from her past had found her. She would never know how close I had gotten to her and maybe she wouldn’t hate me for what I’d done.
Is that why I couldn’t show her who I was? Because I was afraid she would see me and she would hate me? I shake my head. I don’t care what she thinks. This wasn’t about her feelings—this was about mine. However, the emotion of her despising me produces a sickening reaction in my body.
“Why would you hate me?” She asks again.
Lifting her small worn-out body and freeing her from the belt that had held her, her hands rest on my neck and she rests her head on my chest.
Oh, little beast, how I wish I could hate you. It would be easier that way.
Guiding her to her bed and settling her body into the silk sheets, I pick up on her murmur. “Why would you hate me?” She asks.
Positioned next to her, I run my fingers through her hair. Silky against my rough hands like a light has pierced a hold through my dark soul. That’s what Ava was, she was light and me? I needed that light. My soul was hungry for it. “Don’t ask questions you won’t like the answer to,” I murmur into her hair.
I moved away from her because it was getting dangerous to be so close to her. If I wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t ever be able to let her go. I feel annoyed at myself because this wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to fall for the beast; I was supposed to just get revenge, make her feel small and stupid, but maybe that wasn’t the plan all along. Perhaps the plan all along was—this.
She grabs my hand before I can move too far away from her, pulling my body back against her. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as she wraps my arm around her body. Fuck. Too close. “Please don’t leave me.” She begs. “Please stay, at least until I fall asleep.”
So, that’s what I do. I stay there wrapped in her warm embrace. Noticing her warmth encompass an area I’d rather it didn’t—to my heart. Her deep breathing tells me she’s asleep, but still I don’t move. I stay wrapped around her body like I’ve always belonged there.
I don’t belong there. I know I don’t belong there, but I want to be here. I want to be here with her just like this more than I’ve wanted anything. It’s risky lying here. She could peel back the mask and see the face of her past. It’s possible that I wished for her to remove it from my face, similar to ripping off a band-aid.
I would lose this feeling once she knew I would lose her, but for now, I wanted to stay here with the illusion that right now, in this moment, she was mine. And if I couldn’t keep her forever, I would keep the illusion—just for now.
