sure about that, but I know I want her right now. I need to feel her this instant. I fucking need her.
I don't say another word. Instead, I reach into my pocket, pull out my wallet, and drop a one hundred dollar bill on the table, far more than this meal will cost. Then, Ava and I exit the booth, and walk out of the restaurant together. We’re going to my house, and yes, I’m going to fuck her like I’m mad at her.
22
~ Malcolm ~
I was blind before she stepped in front of me. On the drive home, it barely registered that I was even driving. For all I know, I ran all the stop signs and red lights and had a hoard of police chasing me. If it was true, I wouldn't even know it. My vision was black, but now that we’re here, she’s all I can see. She's all I've wanted to see since we left the restaurant, and now there’s nothing else.
I walked through the door first, and Ava stepped in after me. Now, the two of us stand in front of the island in my kitchen, staring at each other. The thoughts floating through our heads are the same—she wants me to fuck her, and I’m dying to. Nothing else matters except my desire to wreak havoc on her. I want to spank her, I want to choke her, I want her to come all over the tile beneath our feet, and I will have it all.
The Dom in me isn't something I can control. It’s like an alternate personality that comes out when it wants, and I become a passenger within my own body. I’ve lost all control now, and every muscle fiber in my body aches to control her.
When Ava steps towards me, leaning in for a kiss, I stop her with a raised hand. She looks down at my palm, and freezes… like a good girl.
We lock eyes, Ava frozen in place and awaiting my command. “Knees. Now,” I tell her, and Ava lowers herself to the floor without a word. Once she’s down, she places her hands on her knees and looks up, the brown in her eyes locking onto me.
This isn't my bedroom, so I don't have an assortment of toys at my disposal. I could go upstairs and grab a few things from under the bed, but I don't want to leave Ava’s side. Instead of going upstairs, I walk around the island and open a drawer next to my stove. Inside, I find a plastic, black spatula. There's a few other items I could make use of, but I settle on the spatula for now. When I walk back over to Ava, she’s right where I left her, sitting perfectly still.
“In the restaurant,” I say, as my mind wanders back to the conversation at Cheddar’s, “you told me you were addicted to the way I fuck you. Do you love how I control you?”
“Yes, sir,” Ava whispers, and my cock twitches beneath the fabric of my pants.
“You like having no control? For me to tell you what to do?” I ask, as I walk circles around Ava’s body.
“Yes, sir. I love giving myself to you,” Ava replies.
“Do you like it when I spank you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you want me to spank you right now?”
“Yes, sir.”
I walk in front of Ava and rub the spatula on her chest, over the fabric of her dress. I do it gently, but I want her to feel the material before it’s used on her. Once I’ve walked around, I stop at Ava’s back, and touch her shoulder with the tip of the spatula, before letting it slide down her back and come to a stop at the top of her ass, then I remove it for a few seconds. Just as the suspense peaks, I flick my wrist and let the spatula smack Ava’s ass. She jerks forward, surprised at the sting of it, before settling back down on her knees.
“You like it?” I ask.
“Yes, sir,” Ava answers.
I smack her again, harder this time, and Ava releases a chirp of excitement. I pause only long enough to undo the knot holding Ava’s dress to her body, letting it fall to her waist and leaving her torso bare and exposed to my will.
When the dress is down, I walk to the front of Ava and stare at her, taking in how perfect her body is. She’s not the size of a Victoria’s Secret