One night with Mr. Lancaster

Room 201. Ava stared wide-eyed at the numbers on the door. She clung tighter to her coat. What she wore underneath was not her doing—a flimsy silk dress that left nothing to the imagination. Helga chose it for her; her stepmother had the audacity to joke that she had to dress to impress Mr. Walton. Their family owed 1 million dollars to the man, and Mr. Walton threatened her father with jail time or something worth the amount immediately. Obviously, her father, Charles Priestly, chose the other option—something worth the amount— that meant her. The old man saw her photo and was instantly attracted to her beauty, offering a deal. Charles gladly grabbed the offer without consulting Ava. When she learned what awaited her, she tried to plead to no avail. Her fate was sealed. Her phone rang. Startling her. Ava answered. “Hello?” [Where are you, Ava?] Helga hissed at the other end of the line. [Don’t tell me, you’re still on your way. I should have driven you there myself!] “I am here.” [Good,] Helga calmed down. [Well, what are you waiting for?] “Can I talk to my father?” [Forget it, I know what you’re going to tell Charles. You will convince him to look for another way to repay the family debt. I would like to remind you that you have no choice but to obey us. You don’t want Benjamin to stop his treatments, do you?] She could feel her blood warming up at the mere mention of her brother’s name. “Keep Benny out of this. You, of all people, do not have the right to---” [Ava, honey.] Helga cut her off. This time, her voice was stern, obviously not happy with what she heard from Ava. [May I remind you that your father married me. I am a Priestly now. Whether you like it or not, Beatriz and I will be a part of the family now, and this is the only way.] With that, Ava ended the call. There’s no going back now. “You can do this, Ava. Think about Benny. Dad will not help you now. If he really wanted to spare you, he should have stopped this madness from the very beginning. Benny’s future is literally in your hands now. You love your brother more than anything in the world and there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him, right?” She filled her lungs with air and knocked. What happened next caught her off-guard. As soon as the door opened, the darkness of the room and the cold air assaulted her. Ava was harshly pulled inside. The next thing she felt was a man’s hot breath on her neck. She was pinned against the hard wall, immobilized and at a loss for words. “S-sir…” she stammered, “I’m…” “What did you put in my drink?” The man’s voice came ragged and in short gasps. Almost in pain. “Did you drug me?” “W-what? No! I just came. You opened the door for me…could you…” Ava tried to wriggle her way to freedom. The man’s proximity was enough to give her a panic attack. “Please…” The man chuckled and then gasped for more air, “I can’t. I need to be inside you…” “S-sir…I…” “Shh…I can’t control this anymore…I need…” His voice was laced with struggle, and it was a mystery for Ava. “My stepmother sent me---” “I don’t care!” He growled. “S-sir...this is my first time…” Ava admitted through short gasps. She knew why she was there, the only thing she wasn’t prepared for was the urgency. “Good…good…” But the man leaned in and caged her in by resting his palms on either side, pinning her hands up, so his face came level with hers and Ava had no escape. The room was dark and there was no way Ava could see Mr. Walton. She hadn’t seen the man personally. The man dealt with her father and stepmother only. Mr. Walton only saw her in a family portrait, but one thing was for sure, he smelled good. He smelled of aftershave and musk and sandalwood. “I think… I can’t hold it anymore…I have to do this.” He moves in deliberately, using his nose to brush against hers and ignite a million sensations in Ava. He tilted his head as he angled to ravage her mouth. Ava’s eyes widened with fear and something else. His hands automatically slid into her hair behind her ears, and he held himself in an awkward position to kiss Ava deeply. She had no prior boyfriends, but her body melted at his touch. Unsure of what she was supposed to do---Ava allowed her natural instinct to take over. Her hands moved up to cradle his jawline, muscular and defined to kiss him back. That rough grate against her skin felt highly erotic. “I can’t believe he’s 50!” Ava thought. For an old man who’s in his 50s, Mr. Walton kisses in a way that suits her perfectly. As though they were always meant to do this to each other, synced by nature and molded to be a snug fit. As she lost herself in the feel and taste of him, she was suddenly aware her underwear heats and a wet patch indicated she liked it. Her knees pressed together to combat her stomach tying itself in knots as her toes curled from the wonderful sensation. Ava’s body ups a gear so quickly. She was well aware that she was not supposed to feel anything, but she was feeling it and her urge to abandon everything for that moment was strong. He slid his hands behind her, down to her waist to encircle her tightly, and pulled Ava closer so she ended up cradling right against him, between his legs snugly, arms wrapped around her so he could continue to kiss her senseless. All while feeling every part of her body molded to his hard, seductive form, like a full-on, every inch pressed together into a puzzle piece. He has the body of a God. Ava’s blood was pumping fast, her body on fire with desire as she wrapped her arms around his neck and let go completely. Abandoning all reasoning in my lust-fueled haze. Fingers trailing. They somehow find their way down his abdomen, squeezing between to trace out a sculpted six-pack and the waistband of his sweatpants. His hands move and slide down her curves, one hand on her thigh before he slides it up and under the hem of her dress and removes her coat completely. His other hand was around her waist inching down to her butt. He finds it easily, the other hand following suit, smoothing his fingers down to cup both cheeks, gripping, pulling Ava hard against his groin with a little aggressive grasping that only makes her crave him more. His tongue caresses hers expertly, muffling moans of pleasure. He has her feeling all kinds of sexy and desirable as he slides over her body and feels every part of her with a raw hunger that is almost primal. He slides her dress further up her thighs, so it doesn’t restrict her, and exposes her little underwear fully before he dives in again to kiss her dizzy. His obvious erection pushed against her skimpy lace underwear, which was throbbing with intense heat, and Ava flinched with the contact, groaning under her breath at how much it aroused her. “Jesus, I WANT S*X! I want s*x. I want s*x. I want to have the full experience now. I want s*x now, right here, this goddamn second, before I scream!” Ava screamed in her head. She was about to explode. Her brain is on haywire, bypassing every logic and reason she once had before arriving there. “I want you. Now.” He said the words Ava was dying to say out loud. As he gently nudged her to the bed. Ava closed her eyes, for not under any circumstances did she dream of losing her virginity this way. At 24, she dreamed of walking down the aisle untarnished, pure, and pristine for the love of her life.