The beast and the tamer

Chapter 3

Ava's pov:

I watch as the people in the bar stay at least 10 feet away from him. He's so lucky. I've had multiple people come up trying to talk to me, most of which were men trying to buy me drinks. But after earlier, once I tell them no they scurry off like limp chickens. I'm so tired of trying to be nice. Wait. I got an idea.

I tip back my tequila shot and start walking towards the mountain who still hasn't taken his eyes off of me. As I approach the crowd splits, the fuck am I , Moses.

I reach him and stand only a few feet away as to not seem like I'm trying to fuck him like some of these other bitches. He seems surprised by my coming near him, but hides it after a second with that intimidating face.

"Sorry to bother you but do you mind if I stand beside you." I say, only realizing after how fucking weird that sounded. "Why?" He asks, holy fuck his voice. It's deep and gruff, I see how it would add to his intimidating stature. Some people would probably piss themselves, but me. No. My thighs are wet for a whole different reason.

Luckily I'm a master at hiding it "because the people around here seem to stay at least 10 feet from you, and I'm tired of talking to people plus I really don't want to be here," I say, not bothering to hide my discomfort in social settings "so I figured if I stood by you, no one would come try to talk to me and I can wait for my friend in peace.". "Why would you want to stand near me though? Aren't you scared?" He says. He hides it well but in his eyes I can tell he doesn't like that people are always afraid.
" do I have a reason to be?"  " what?"  " you seem like the kinda person who doesn't hurt people without a reason, now as far as I know I ain't done shit, so I'll ask again...do I have a reason to be?" I say, the tone of my voice adding to my point. I see his eyes flicker with something, I'm not sure what it was, all I know is I like it. "N-no" he says, surprising me. His face turned a light shade of pink as he realized that he just stuttered his word, his embarrassment taking a hold of him. Why is it so fucking cute.

I stand right by him, only separated by about 2 feet. I lean my head back against the wall, enjoying the isolation. I feel his gaze on me but I ignore it, surprisingly it doesn't make me uncomfortable actually it makes me feel safe. Heh. That's a first.

...

I must have fallen asleep because I'm awoken by a slight tap on my shoulder. I look up to see mister big, tall, and yummy looking down at me, I realize I'm laying my head on his shoulder and jolt up.

"I'm so sorry" I say, with slight embarrassment. He chuckles lightly and says "it's fine, I didn't know it was possible to sleep standing up" I laugh at that, feeling a bit better. It's true I could sleep anywhere.

"Oh I think I saw your friend leave already" he says. What. But she never leaves early. Ever. I look up at the clock above the door. It's 3AM. Wtf. I finally look around and see that the bar has way fewer people.

"Why would you let me sleep like that, I made you stand for 3 hours" I say the guilt clear in my voice. "I'm fine, I was in the marines for 4 years, standing is child's play" he says reassuringly with a little sass in his voice. I search his face for any sign of a lie, I saw none. I sigh and as some of my guilt was diminished, unfortunately not all of it so...

" at least let me bring you lunch sometime to make up for it." I say. He looks at me shocked  and I wonder if I shouldn't have said anything. " y-you want to b-b-bring me l-lunch?" He says, stuttering again, but this time it different. He's not stuttering because of that cute side instead he's stuttering out of emotion. Has no one ever made him lunch. What the fuck. I want to know who neglected this adorable puppy right now so I can punch them in the face.

"Yes, is that okay?" I ask. " yeah, that would be great." He says with a small smile. I love that look on him. I don't know why but I want to make him smile more.

" okay, how about I bring it by tomorrow at noon." I say with a grin. He returns the smile and says "I'll be here.". I turn and head towards the door of the bar with a pep in my step and a huge grin on my face.

...

By the time I got home it was around 4:15 am. Meredith was already asleep, cause she has to go to work at 6 am. She's a vet at our local animal clinic, plus she does side hustles like nails and hair.

I'm no where near as talented. I work at the library down the road. It's a simple job that allows me to be able to read whenever I want about whatever I want, and best part... limited people interaction. I also do side hustles;mostly online stuff like book and movie ratings as well as doing some summaries for my favorite books.

Meredith always complains about me waking her up if I come home late so she's threatened me with one of my story's I wrote. She knows that I don't want anything I've written to get out so she uses that as leverage. I love her but sometimes she's a bitch.

I get to my room and change clothes, I know if I take a shower it'll wake up Mere. I slip on my red and black fluffy plaid pajama pants and a cropped black tank top. I take off all my make up and role into bed.

(⚠️spicy ⚠️)

As I close my eyes, my mind drifts to the guy from the bar. Damn. I never got his name. I'll ask tomorrow. I picture the look I saw flash across his face When my tone changed. What was it. Shock. No. Or was it...lust.

Was he turned on by the fact that I took a dominant tone. I mean, I can understand why, know one has probably used that tone with him in a while. The thought of someone like him, big, tall, and could probably put me on my ass in a second doing what I say. Doing everything he can to please me. Fuck.

My hand travel down my stomach as my mind races with images. My hand slips under my pants and underwear. Thoughts of him on his knees begging to taste me run through my head as I massage my clit. I throw my head back and bite my lip suppressing my moans so I don't wake my sister. I insert a finger into my entrance as I think of his  sweet voice that sounds like honey and whiskey so smooth yet rugged. I insert a second and pump my fingers to the rhythm of my racing heart. I feel the knot in my lower stomach as I get closer and closer to my climax. I taste blood from how hard I'm biting my lip and as I reach my climax, my eyes role to the back of my head with pleasure.

(End of spicy)

I role over and close my eyes letting sleep consume me.