“That’s perfect. Now tie me up!”
Ava shoved her hands in my direction, and her enthusiasm enthralled me. My dick was rock hard before I had the rope secure around her wrists. I tied it in the way Ivy had taught me, tight enough to make it fun, but loose enough that she could slip out of it if she wanted.
“Tighter,” Ava begged.
I shook my head. “I want you to be able to get out if you need to.”
“What if I don’twantto escape?” she teased.
My stomach flipped, enjoying her enthusiasm. “Then you’re going to have to beg.”
Ava paused for a beat, before she said, “Green light.”
I pulled the rope tighter around her wrists, but I secured it in a loose knot, so that one tug of the rope would undo it completely. When I finished, I took her hands in mine, and I ran my fingers over her nails. The ends were smooth and rounded.
“Your nails turned out beautiful,” I told her.
“Thanks. I tried,” she said brightly. “But maybe you should check out the rest of me.”
I ran my fingers over the backs of her hands. Her skin was really soft, which I loved. I moved up her arms, trailing my fingers across her skin lightly. She shivered under my touch, and I knew she liked it. I went to touch her shoulders, and my breath caught. I expected to feel fabric, but all I felt was skin.
Ava snickered, and I ran my fingers downward, until I felt the swell of her breasts. My fingers grazed her exposed nipples.
“Ava-Marie Wahkin. How long have you been naked?”
She gave a devious laugh. “Since you left for your factory shift. I was wondering how long it’d take you to notice. Was that bad?”
“Not at all,” I told her while my hands moved over her bosom. “I rather like—”
“Charlie,” she cut me off. “Was I abad girl?”
Oh.
“Yes,” I answered with a smirk. “Yes, Ava-Marie. You’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
Ava laughed. “Then you should probably punish me for it.”
I was ready and willing to do just that. I helped Ava out of her chair and tossed her over my shoulder, then smacked her ass lightly. She replied with a light moan. I took her to the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed, then guided her hands above her head.
“Don’t move,” I instructed.
Ava snickered, but she did as she was told. I left her on the bed while I went to our dresser and pulled out the vibrator we hid there. It’d taken some time, but I’d figured out how to fix it after it broke, and now it acted brand-new.
I placed it between her legs, but I didn’t slip it inside of her or turn it on. Ava wiggled, anticipating the coming sensation, but I didn’t provide it.
“Green light,” she begged.
“Not yet. We’re taking it slow.”
Slow was good. I wanted to ground her in her body, to help her focus. I swirled my hands around, and a small gust of air swept through the room. Ava shivered, and I felt it through our bond. But it came with something else, too. I sensed a slight bit of fear, and I hesitated.
“Is this all right?” I asked.
“Green light,” she told me, sounding confident.
I continued teasing her with Air magic, and that fear seemed to melt away. Ava made a small noise, and I asked, “How does that feel?”
“It tickles,” she said.
