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Avery wakes up to a hot pressure between his legs. Roused somewhat from his semi-conscious state by this distraction, his eyes flutter open, and he takes stock.
The first thing he notes is that he's hard. And not only partially in a way that would denote morning wood—he's rock hard and he can see the discernible shape it makes under the covers, even in the dark. Bothersome. He couldn’t well ignore it if it's gotten this bad.
However, what's immediately noticeable after that is the way you're wrapped around his midsection with your head on his chest. Your soft breathing ruffles his chest hair, one of your legs is thrown over one of his, and he can feel your naked thigh brushing his erection.
Ah. He can put two and two together.
So far, four days and change since he took you in, you have been the perfect bed partner. He's well aware of your sexual compatibility already, but it has been quite the pleasure (no pun intended) to learn that you're just as well-behaved when you're asleep as you are when you're awake. No snoring, no sleep-talking, no excess movement, no getting up in the middle of the night. Your warmth isn’t excessive, and you always settle against him comfortably, as if the two of you had shared a bed for much, much longer and had grown used to each other's bodies in repose.
A good boy, through and through. Which is what makes this event not as irritating as it could have been. It was complete chance that the both of you had shifted just enough to facilitate this accident. So it's not as though he can really be upset at you.
He glances at the clock on his nightstand. It's 5:49 A.M. Much more bothersome. Even if Avery could ignore his arousal and go back to sleep right this moment, he wouldn't have enough time to get any meaningful amount of sleep.
He looks at you, your expression innocent and open in sleep. Your hair is mussed, and one of the straps of the babydoll you’re wearing has slipped off. Your eyes are not darting around rapidly underneath your eyelids, so you must be in deep sleep at this moment. Would that Avery were as well.
A moment later, his lips purse with annoyance. No, he can still blame you for this, he decides, and shall have to punish you accordingly.
He extricates himself from your embrace, and exits his room. A couple minutes later, Avery slides back into bed, and he sets a small phial on the bedside table. He shifts you onto your back, gently works your mouth open, then pulls out the dropper from the phial. Avery maneuvers the tip of the dropper underneath your tongue, and drops a few drops of hot pink liquid into your open mouth before returning it to the phial, then setting it aside entirely.
And now to wait. He smirks as he reaches into the drawer of his bedside table and pulls out a few items, including a bottle of lube—a similar shade of hot pink to the solution he just dosed you with. He may as well get started now.
He's just about finished stretching you out (it’s so much simpler when the fingeree is unconscious) when your eyes flutter open. You groan and look around in confusion before your gaze settles on Avery.
He smiles down at you. “Hello, my prince.”
Your forearms have been tied behind your back, parallel and completely immobilizing your upper torso, and you lay on your side, one leg stretched to hang over Avery's shoulder as he straddles your other thigh. He has four fingers plunging in and out of your hole, which now tightens as you become more aware, and his other hand rests on your raised thigh. Your erection, as hard as Avery’s now, is flushed darkly with a cock ring wrapped tight around the base. It’s quite the debauched scene to wake up to.
“Avery…? What’s…?” Your voice comes out partially on a moan, and you look both distressed and aroused. Brows pinched up, breath already starting to come fast, wrapped up and debilitated; you’re like a fox caught in a snare, and Avery finds himself salivating to have at you.
But he plans to take his time—now that he has it, whether he likes it or not.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, quite pointedly. Before you can answer, you moan as his fingers press hard against your prostate. He laughs and continues, “You seem to be in quite the state… Why don’t I help you with that?”
The awareness in your eyes begins to cloud as the drug begins to take proper hold. The distress remains on your expression, but now you start looking at him with visible hope on your face, as if he’s your only chance of being saved. It’s adorable.
“Pl-please,” you mumble, starting to rock your hips down against his fingers, “please, daddy, please…”
“‘Please’ what?” Avery laughs mockingly. “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” You cry out in betrayal when he pulls his fingers out of you. He reaches for the bottle of lube.
“I need you—your cock, your h-hands, anything…” You groan and squeeze your eyes shut. “I feel like I’m on fire…” you mumble to yourself. “Ah—it’s…too much, ngh…”
Avery watches with amusement as he coats his thick cock with the lubricant. It tingles almost unbearably and heats up the flesh; just the topical application makes it pulse, drops of pre-cum beginning to bead and drip onto your thigh. Ah, he’ll most likely regret this later. Having you so close and available and vulnerable is quite dangerous… But you’re starting to turn him into something of a thrill-seeker.
You start moaning Avery’s name, wriggling your hips as much as you’re able to get any kind of touch or friction and receiving none. With the substance Avery gave you combined with the lube he used, you’re likely much worse off than he’ll be. But you were the one who pushed him to do this in the first place, so he doesn’t feel inclined to pity you.
Using the hand still covered in the lube, he reaches for your erection and wipes what’s left on the shaft and your testes. Avery watches you avidly as you writhe in response, crying out in something bordering pain and pleasure. Being unable to touch yourself with your arms restrained like this, it must be truly agonizing for you.
“Calm down, boy,” he says, oozing nonchalance. He clamps down on your leg that’s hooked on his shoulder, and restricts the amount you can move your lower body. That’s when you start crying.
“Please, I need you…!” you beg. “Something, anything…!”
Avery chuckles. “You’ll get it, but if you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to stay still.”
You force yourself to do as you’re told with a whimper, staring up pleadingly at Avery, but your body twitches and trembles with the effort. It will do, he decides.
Reaching down, Avery guides his cock to your hole. He doesn’t bother with any preamble, let alone any grace; the moment his tip gains purchase on your hole, he thrusts into you, hard and remorselessly. Still, the way that you moan makes it seem as though it’s a mercy. The drugged lube squeezes out as Avery starts fucking you, melting and running down your ass and pooling in the dip of your inner thigh.
Not that you pay it much mind, as you tighten around Avery’s cock to heighten the sensation as you practically sob. “Thank you, thank—nh, ngh, thank you, Avery-y-y…!”
“So polite,” Avery purrs with delight. He slaps your flank hard, and you whine. “You won’t get to cum any earlier for it, but it is appreciated.”
“Wh—huh…?” Your eyes flutter open and you look up at Avery with bleary confusion. He reaches down, pulls a little on the cock ring, then lets go so it slaps against your skin with a little sting. The realization of what’s been done seems to sink in, going by the increased distress on your face.
Avery just smiles cruelly at you, and starts fucking you harder. He intersperses his thrusts with more slaps to your flank, and he scratches your thigh with his other hand. Your trembling gets worse, and you begin writhing again, crying yourself hoarse. He allows it for a little while, but when one of your violent jerks causes his cock to slide out of you, his patience runs out.
When he pulls your leg off of him, your face twists with a desperate fear.
“Wait, Avery—“ He shoots you a sharp look, and you quickly correct yourself. “D-daddy, please, please don’t stop, I—“
Avery shushes you, patting you on the hip. “Patience, my little toy.” He starts rearranging your position then, moving you onto your front with your ass raised in the air. With your arms tied behind your back, you’re unable to hold yourself up, and you’re forced to turn your head and lie on the pillows cheek first. This position normally embarrasses you to a degree, but with the fire in your veins, you only curve your spine, giving Avery the perfect vantage to fuck you again.
“Good boy,” he praises, smoothing his hands over your ass. He squeezes each cheek, spreading them to get a good look at your hole. It’s quite flushed, thanks to the lubricant, wet and fluttering. Avery smirks and spits on it before straightening up on his knees to guide his length back in. He puts one hand on your hip for balance, but, as he starts fucking you in earnest again, he raises the other to spank you again.
Each strike makes you cry out and your body jerk. You begin babbling apology after apology, begging for forgiveness with one breath, then begging for more hits on the next. It’s quite amusing in its way, and Avery laughs to himself. Eventually he has to switch hands so that he can get at your other ass cheek (for the sake of symmetry, of course).
Though it crept up quite slowly, it’s very sudden when the effect of the lube fully hits Avery at its most powerful. He can feel himself leaking more and more pre-cum the longer he fucks you, and it squelches out of your ass around him with each thrust, drenching your backside and thighs. It’s filthy, and it’s invigorating, and he has the mind to fuck your mouth after this and fill you to the brim.
In fact…
Avery stops spanking you then, and reaches down to grab your tied up arms. He pulls you aloft, using the leverage of your arms alone, and uses his grip to yank you back onto his cock. Gripped with his sudden desire, he fucks you harder and faster, more desperate and hungry with every second. Eventually he’s thrusting into you so savagely that he feels his balls, tingling and tightening as he approaches his orgasm, slap against yours, and each time they do, you jerk as if struck by lightning.
“I’m going to cum inside you, pretty boy,” Avery says, voice husky. “You want that so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
“What was that?”
“Yes!” you cry, louder. “Please, anything…!”
Avery laughs. “Very good. And afterwards—ngh—I’m going to do the same with your mouth.” He knows he overdid it with the lube, that one round won’t satisfy him. “And only then will I let you finish. So the better the job you do, the faster you’ll get your release.”
The very mention of you getting your orgasm sends you into quivers and shakes that you can barely restrain. It makes Avery laugh again, breathlessly. You force yourself to squeeze tight around him, hoping it will get him off faster. It does.
Avery yanks you back onto him and holds you as still as he can as he groans, coming hard. He can hear your whimpering and whining as he fills you up over the blood rushing in his ears.
Once his shudders cease and he’s finished, Avery lets go of your arms, and you collapse, eating high quality Egyptian cotton as you fall directly on your face. He snorts, leans over to the pile of items he’d pulled out earlier, and digs around in it before pulling out a black plug. Dragging it along your inner thighs just to lube it up, Avery then presses it against your hole, sliding it in quickly after pulling himself out. While he enjoys the sight of his cum drooling from your hole, he’ll save it for later, once he’s had his fun with you. You don’t react, other than shuddering and trembling with your arousal. He thinks he hears you say something, but it’s muffled by the pillow.
Looking down, it’s as he surmised; he’s still hard. Though one more orgasm should do it. He glances at the clock; 6:33 A.M. He has plenty of time yet.
He repositions you again. This time, he lies you on your back, and shuffles over you to straddle your chest. Your face is feverishly red, and your breaths are coming fast and frantic, almost to the degree of hyperventilating. He’d almost think you were panicking if not for the fact that, as soon as his cock gets within the vicinity of your lips, you lean your head up to mouth the tip.
“So proactive… Or perhaps you’re simply cock-hungry?” Avery laughs condescendingly. He reaches down with both hands and buries them deep in your hair. “Let go, my angel. Let daddy take care of this for you, hm?” You reluctantly let go of the head, though not without giving a parting lick, swiping up both cum and lube.
Ah. Something Avery had forgotten to account for: he’s certain ingesting this particular lube won’t help your…situation.
You stare up at him with mingled lust and affection, and when he doesn’t immediately continue, you bite your lip, worried. Then you start licking more at his length, trying to entice him to get to it already. Oh, well. You were certainly asking for it now, and who would he be to stop?
He tightens his hold in your hair, and shakes your head a little in warning, making you stop, though you only lick your lips seductively, eyeing his cock and clearly not minding the punishment. His darling little masochist…
No, he had a goal in mind with this, and he has no intention to allow himself to be distracted. Avery shifts to get into proper position while he cranes your head up.
“Open wide,” he croons, and your mouth immediately drops open, saliva dripping down from where it had been pooling. Cock-hungry indeed. He indulges your desire, and slides into your mouth, receiving a loud moan that vibrates the flesh pleasantly in return.
The inside of your mouth is hotter than normal—due to the aphrodisiac wreaking havoc on your body, Avery suspects. He smirks and starts smoothly thrusting in and out of your mouth. Not all the way, at first, but he moves in a bit deeper with each pass. His hands are tight in your hair, keeping you from moving, though it doesn’t stop you from trying. Whenever he feels the pull as you try to chase after his cock, the following punitive thrust goes much deeper, choking you. He holds you still, unable to breathe, until he starts moving again.
He has to punish you this way several times before he accepts that you’re either that far gone or you’re just trying to be punished. Whichever the case, he drops the gentle pacing altogether.
Avery’s grip tightens a little more, and he starts fucking your mouth in earnest. He pulls your head close at the same time that he thrusts his hips, pounding the back of your throat. Copious fluids in your mouth—saliva, pre-cum, lube—gush out of the corners, and you gag and choke more often than not. But you also don’t stop moaning. As if this is just as pleasurable as fucking your ass. You glance up at Avery from under your wet eyelashes, and you look so ruined that it sends another wave of arousal through him.
“My perfect little harlot,” Avery says on the tail end of a moan. “Are you getting off on choking on cock?” You hum something that could be a yes or a no. He decides to take it as the former. “I hope you aren’t, mm, seeking out any old cock to suck when I’m not around.” A look of fear overtakes you, and you attempt to shake your head. You don’t manage it, but Avery accepts the answer nonetheless. “Good boy,” he hisses with pleasure. “I’ve trained you well, haven’t I?” Your eyes flutter shut, you moan around him again, and you attempt to nod.
Avery very suddenly yanks you forward until your nose is buried in his groin and his balls rest against your chin. A choked sound of panic comes from you, but Avery ignores it and speaks over you, “I told you to let me handle this, pet.” He grinds against your face, irritating the back of your throat and stimulating his sac. “If you don’t stay still and leave this to me like I told you, I’m going to have to punish you.” He bends down a little so that you can hear it when he murmurs threateningly, “And you will not like this punishment, I promise you.”
He holds you still and grinds against you some more for a few more beats, enjoying your constant swallowing around his glans as his pre-cum continues to dribble out unabated, then backs out of your mouth completely. You cough up saliva and pre, gasping for breath and choking on your gasps, too. Avery smiles sweetly down at you, resting his dripping wet cock against your cheek and rubbing gently against it while you recover.
“I-I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper, voice thoroughly destroyed from Avery’s treatment. He nods graciously.
“You’re forgiven,” he says, as if you hadn’t been purposefully led to fail in the first place. “Now time to get back to it, hm?” He doesn’t allow you to answer before bullying his way back into your mouth. Not that you fight him on it; you moan even louder this time as he starts fucking your throat again.
Intermittently, Avery pulls you all the way down again, grinding against your face for a moment before returning to his brutal pace. It’s during one of these, where he angles his hips a little so he can frot his balls against your chin better, that all of a sudden, you moan explosively loud, and he feels you shaking the bed with your writhing. Curious, Avery backs off a little (only enough to not be choking you anymore), and looks over his shoulder just in time to see your twitching cock give one pathetic squirt of cum. It’s no more than a couple drops, all that could escape the cock ring keeping you from relief.
Ah, it seems you really are quite pent up, aren’t you? Avery laughs sadistically, and looks down at you with amusement. He starts thrusting again, faster. The fact you came on being ruined with cock made him so hot that he’s starting to feel his second orgasm on the horizon.
“I’m close,” Avery says, grinding to a stop against your face again. You’re getting better at handling it. You’ve always been a quick learner, he notes with satisfaction. “Are you looking forward to having both holes filled up, my greedy little princess?” You moan, but refrain from moving again. Another lesson learned. This one is a little bit disappointing. He had been looking forward to punishing you properly.
Avery pulls you off of him entirely again to grant you one last break before rushing to the finish line, and you immediately take large gulps of breath. He doesn’t expect it when you suddenly whimper, trying to lean forward enough to take him back into your mouth again. Ah… Avery grins. It seems you learned to take his cock a little too well.
You don’t immediately realize your mistake, and Avery doesn’t enlighten you, for now. He only thrusts back into your eager mouth. Punishment can come later, when he can really focus on it.
It doesn’t take much longer for his orgasm to hit him, and almost painfully hard this time. As it crests, he yanks you into his groin again, and pulse after pulse of cum shoots directly down your throat. Your gulps are audible even under Avery’s protracted moan, and the caress of your flesh around his length milks him for all he’s got. There is a moment where it seems like you might not be able to take it all, and cum froths along the seal of your lips when you gag and choke on it, but in the end, you manage it acceptably.
Once there’s nothing left, and he feels himself finally start to soften, Avery pulls out. You cough some more, several trails of a mixture of cum and saliva dripping down your face, but you look up at him with the fragility of a lost lamb. He rubs against your lips meaningfully, and you let out a soft little sound and start lapping at his dick to clean him up.
“Good boy,” Avery praises gently, finally releasing his grip on your hair. He pets you gently until both his dick and his sac are licked clean, and then he eases your head down against the mattress.
You just stare dazedly at him as he starts dragging you to the edge of the bed. Avery wonders if you’ve gone stupid in the face of compounding arousal. That’s all right; you’ll get what you’ve been waiting for soon enough. He'd originally intended on making you wait until after your punishment for your orgasm, but you’ve done so well otherwise that he thinks you’ve earned a lighter sentence.
As he positions you, you go along with it, still shaking like a leaf. He lies your upper body on the edge of the bed, while your legs hang loosely down to the floor. They don’t hold your weight at all, but they don’t need to. He digs through his drawer for a towel that he places beneath your feet, and some oil, which he rubs first on his hands, then your ass and the backs of your thighs. He spies your bound cock hanging between them, and he smirks a little; time to grant you some mercy.
When he brushes your cock, you groan weakly, and your words come back to you. “Daddy, please,” you whimper. “Please, let me cum, please…”
Avery shushes you. “I will, I will. Be patient.” He very gently starts to ease the cock ring off of you, and the moment it’s off, a surge of pre-cum intermingled with semen gushes out onto the towel below you. It’s not quite an orgasm, but you moan with relief like it is one. Adorable.
“Now, you’ll have your release soon, boy, but first, I have to punish you.” He smiles when you make a sound of alarm, and lift your head to look at him over your shoulder with a blurry, fearful expression. “I told you to stay still while I took your mouth, and you were doing so well…right up until the end.” He clicks his tongue. “Ten strikes. You’ll count them off, and every time you fail to keep count, you’ll get two more. Understand?”
Though you still look quite distressed, you nod shakily. “Ye-yes, I understand.”
You do. And you even perform well—for a while, at least, as he spanks your ass and thighs in unpredictable locations. You lose count on the sixth strike, then miscount on the eighth. You make your way up to eighteen strikes by the end, and you cum not once, but twice in the totality of your punishment. The first time on strike ten, and the second right at the end.
After the final strike, you cry out Avery’s name and writhe as an almost pathetic amount of ejaculate dribbles from your cock. He supposes it makes sense, it being your third orgasm in quick succession. He laughs to himself when you collapse against the bed, thoroughly exhausted, with a nearly inaudible, “Eighteen…”
“Good boy,” he praises warmly, pouring out some more oil into his hands for your backside. “You did very well.”
“I-I did…?” You sound so pitiful, whimpering as he oils your battered skin thoroughly.
“Yes, you did,” Avery coos. “I’m very proud of you, my pet. Thank you for being so…obliging.” He laughs quietly to himself, and wipes his hands free of oil once you've been covered. “You truly know how to please…”
You mumble something in reply, but he can’t make out most of it, other than the words, “for you,” which make him smirk. He pulls the plug from your ass, dragging out a final moan from you, and his smirk widens as he watches his cum stream out from your wrecked hole and drip down your balls. He doesn’t linger too long on the sight, though, as he’s running out of time.
“Go back to sleep now,” he whispers. “I’ll see you when you wake up.”
He begins the process of aftercare, then, coaxing you back to sleep before untying you, cleaning you up, as well as his toys, putting everything away, and fixing the bedding. By the time he’s all finished, it’s 7:02 A.M. Might as well get ready for the day. His body protests after all of that exertion, but he has responsibilities to take care of.
When you come to, Avery sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed for work with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. He doesn’t immediately notice you’re awake until you weakly tug the elbow of his sleeve. He looks away from the laptop perched on his thighs over at you, and smiles at how soft and doe-like your expression is.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he greets after plucking the cigarette from his mouth. Smoking is a nasty habit, one that he tries to avoid indulging in, but sometimes he needs a proper come-down when his sadistic tendencies (or his anger, as the case may be) get the best of him—and his partner is rarely in the state to assist in that. “How are you feeling?”
You open your mouth to speak, but what comes out is a purely unintelligible croak. Embarrassed, you look away and clear your throat. “I-I’m all right.” Your voice is so broken and hoarse, one would wonder if you’d just smoked an entire pack of cigarettes. There’s a slight upward tilt to your brows that belies some poorly hidden worry.
Avery cocks his head, and glances at his laptop screen (the clock in the corner reads 7:26 A.M.). He’d been in the middle of writing an email. Perhaps he could multi-task, listen to your concern with one ear while he finished his composition. He sticks his cigarette back in the corner of his mouth.
“Something troubling you?” he asks, resuming his typing.
“Well, I…” If his divided attention bothers you, you don’t comment on it. “My head’s a little fuzzy, and I remember feeling…hot, but…not much else? What happened last night? Or…this morning? I don’t know what time it was.”
The quiet tacking of keys slowly comes to a stop. Avery’s head swivels in your direction, his slightly raised eyebrows the only hint of his surprise. You don’t remember? Was it the multiple applications of aphrodisiacs that did it, the sheer level of feverish arousal you experienced and for as long as it lasted, being choked and denied oxygen multiple times in a row and then punished, or some unfortunate combination of the three? He really did a number on you, in any case, if you hardly even remembered what happened.
Avery finds himself feeling…disappointed? Was that the word for the strange sensation in his stomach? Well, what else could it be but cold disappointment? Regret, perhaps? He does regret what he did, but only because it ended up being so much more trouble for the both of you than the fleeting pleasure was ultimately worth. And you didn’t even get to remember the pleasure.
Disappointed, he decides. Disappointed, and perhaps a little irritated that he has to fill in the blanks for you.
“Early morning, yes,” he answers with a half-smile. “I woke up a bit earlier than I usually did because a certain someone had his leg pressed up between mine last night.” Your face flushes slightly. “And I figured, since I didn’t have the time to go back to sleep before work, why not take advantage of a bit of extra time and give you something nice to wake up to? Though it sounds like you might have still been half-asleep for it, since you passed out so quick and you don’t seem to remember,” he lies easily with a breezy laugh.
“O-oh…” You lean your head back down on the pillow. “I'm sorry for waking you up. I must have been really tired…” you mutter to yourself.
You trust him so easily. Good boy.
Avery goes back to typing then. Really, he ought to just go to his office, because it’s much easier to type with his laptop on a desk rather than his lap. (He ought to go to the office, in all honesty, but Bailey’s still being unreasonably difficult in negotiations, and Avery doesn’t want to leave you here alone until they’re complete. He doesn’t trust Bailey wouldn’t try something.) He’d intended to go when he got dressed initially, but then he’d needed a menthol, and he doesn’t like to smoke in his office. And then he needed a second, and just as he was considered stubbing this one out before finishing it, you’d woken up.
Driven out of your mind, fucked and beaten raw, and waking up confused to no memory of what had happened to you… That’s a series of events that’s troublingly similar to something he’s heard of once or twice before. It could have been much worse for you, though; at least Avery took care of you afterwards. Besides, Avery isn’t in the habit of breaking his things for short term pleasure like so many in this town are. You’ve just been a little too tempting for your own good now that you’re so close to him, and he got a bit carried away. That’s all. The obvious solution is be more careful with you going forward. It wouldn’t do to break his own doll after going through the lengths he did to train you up, and to keep you nearby like this.
What happened this morning simply cannot happen again, that’s the beginning and end of it. Coming to that conclusion and making a vow to practice proper self-restraint, Avery mentally nods to himself with satisfaction.
He feels you shifting on the bed behind him, hears you make a soft sound as you stretch. You shift some more, then let out a yelp, at which Avery turns to look at you again, brows furrowed at the loud noise. You’re on your side now, and he sees the shape of your arms moving back and forth under the blanket with your legs curled up. It seems you’re rubbing your abused backside and thighs. Ah, of course they would hurt after what Avery had subjected them to, oil or no.
Glancing between you and his laptop, his bathroom and the door, Avery does a quick mental assessment. He doesn’t like the answer that comes up (he’s really already wasted too much time as it is), but he sighs and sets his laptop aside for now.
“Relax, don’t agitate the skin like that,” he says, patting you on the shoulder. Then he heads into the bathroom. He is quick and efficient in locating a jar of medicinal ointment, and he returns to your side.
You look at him with teary eyes and trembling lips. Adorable. Avery’s expression softens with a smile. Then he casually drops the ointment on the mattress beside you within reach.
“There you go. That will help it hurt less. Make sure to let it soak in properly.” With the minimum due diligence done, he rounds the bed, grabs his laptop, and heads for the door. “You may take the morning off,” he even offers as he walks. “You also needn’t feel obligated to make me breakfast or lunch again today. Recover well,” he finishes pleasantly before shutting the door behind himself.
Having done such a kindness for his little prince (and proving himself a head above certain other influential individuals), Avery notes that the strange sensation in his gut has faded entirely.
You stare at the door even after Avery has left, blinking away pained tears. Nearly every inch of your body aches terribly, especially your bum and thighs, and you have something that feels a lot like hangover. Your throat aches and itches, too. Avery must not have held back.
(1) Use the ointment (0:30)
Pushing down the blanket, you unscrew the jar of ointment and begin applying it to your heated, tender flesh, hissing a little as you work. | - - Pain
You allow the substance to settle in. Looking down at your body, you see all kinds of scratches and bruises, and your ass and thighs are quite alarming shades with the abuse they’ve endured.
You must have been particularly bad if Avery had punished you like this, and so severely, too. You hope you didn’t do something to upset him, other than waking him up. Then again, it seems that waking him up so early could have been cause for punishment on its own.
(1) Next
The ointment relieves more of the pain as time goes on. | - - Pain
It was more than you expected from Avery for him to bring it to you. And to even give you the morning off, too. You smile to yourself.| + Stockholm Syndrome
(1) Get up to work for the day | + Love | + Endearment | + Trust | + Stockholm Syndrome
(2) Take advantage of your time off to snoop around (1:00) | + Fatigue | - Stockholm Syndrome | Skullduggery: Hard
(3) Take the morning off (4:00) | - - - Pain | - - Fatigue | - - Stress | - - Trauma
You get out of bed, and head for Avery’s bathroom. You could use a glass of water and a shower. Despite Avery’s offer of time off, you decide that you’d like to return his goodwill by making sure he’s taken care of, too. He’s probably tired after you woke him up early, after all, and could use the support.
After showering and putting on your housekeeping uniform, you leave Avery’s room.
(1) Next
You are inside Avery’s manor on Danube Street. It’s extremely quiet, but it’s starting to look a little more lived in.
Avery is working in his office. He seems busy, as well as distracted. He could be amenable to having you keep him company, but only if you remove the distraction first.
🗄️ (1) Approach Avery
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Avery doesn’t say anything or even look at you as you enter his office, but you can tell he’s noticed your presence. You observe him for a little while, and notice him pause his work and pinch the bridge of his nose every now and then. Also, it’s nearly inaudible, but you think you hear his stomach rumble.
(1) Make Avery a meal (0:30) | Housekeeping: Easy
(2) Give Avery a massage (0:30) | Hand skill: Easy
(3) Crawl under Avery’s desk (0:30) | Promiscuity 2
(4) Leave Avery’s office
You think he might be hungry and tired, since you woke him up early and didn’t made him breakfast before he started working. An easy to eat meal with coffee should help.
You head to the kitchen and make him an artisanal breakfast sandwich, with coffee the way he’s told you he likes it. Once it’s complete, you bring it to his office on a small tray, and leave it on an empty spot on his desk.
It takes Avery a minute or two to pull himself from whatever he’s working on, but eventually the smell of your cooking breaks through his focus. He looks at the tray, then at you. You straighten up a little and smile encouragingly at him.
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Avery smiles back at you. “Thank you, sunshine, it smells wonderful. How did you know just what I needed?” | + Endearment | + Trust
You perk up a bit at the praise, feeling more confident in your ability to read Avery. | + Control | - Stress | + Stockholm Syndrome
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You wait while Avery eats the meal, and clean up after him once he’s finished. Before you pick up the tray and leave, however, he takes you by the elbow, and gestures for you to bend down. He presses a deep kiss to your lips, which you return.
“My perfect little doll,” he says once he pulls away, “working even though I gave you the morning off… Watch out, that kind of initiative often leads to a promotion.” He winks, and gets back to typing away at his laptop. | + Love
As you take the tray back to the kitchen, you wonder what a promotion could possibly even mean in this context. | + Stress
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