A little background info first. If you have read The Rejects Club know that this is in no way related to that book except for a little bit of context in regard to ages and the scene (Avi's house in Chapter 43). Characters in this will be completely OOC and their actions not in line with their versions in TRC at all.

For anyone who hasn't read the book, no worries, this can be read as a standalone!

Anyway, enjoy!

Kirstie allowed Avi to pull her down the hallway of his house, their friends laughter disappearing into the background until it was just the two of them, the sound of their breathing intermingling coupled with the dull thud of their footsteps on the rich cream carpet the only audible noise.

She wondered where he was taking her, was this more of the grand tour? Was he simply dragging her away from lunch to highlight his wealth and riches to a greater extent? She was quiet for though, allowing herself to revel in the mystery for a bit. Room after room they passed, all empty, all quiet, at one point they even passed a giant space that looked as if it might be used to host grand dances.

It looked spectacular but even that was not their destination, as they carried on walking and Kirstie grew more and more curious, eyes darting to Avi every so often to take in his expression. He looked...calm? Maybe even excited?

Eventually he came to a stop in the middle of one long hallway and turned to face the wall. Kirstie was confused as to what she was supposed to be so in awe of. It was just some wooden panelling, nothing interesting about it, but this apparently was where the journey ended.

Turning to her with a wry grin, Avi stepped towards the panelling. "Here's a secret that even my father doesn't know about," he whispered seductively, breath tickling her neck, sending shivers down her spine, before he raised his hand and slid back a hidden section of the panel, revealing a key pad.

She stood open mouthed as the wooden panel slid seamlessly to one side, opening up a secret passageway. Avi gave her another grin and motioned for her to follow him as he stepped inside.

She followed, with caution, and found herself walking down yet another long concrete hallway, having to stick close behind the boy due to the tightness of the space, and then down some stairs though another normal door into a basement. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, her heart leapt to her mouth. Holy fucking shit...And Mitch thought he was joking about the sex dungeon thing!

Although a dungeon it was not, it was certainly a room designed for one thing. There was a bar for soft drinks or water and the walls were made to look and feel like the stone of a castle dungeon, the lighting intentionally dark.

For furnishing there were various pieces of Medieval-like furniture with straps or rigging for bondage. A bed with ankle and wrist straps that looked like a rack from the Spanish Inquisition, a split-seat chair with arm restraints, a spanking bench, a jail cell for...well, she could use her imagination.

Avi turned to her, his earlier cocky expression now replaced with a slightly nervous one, perhaps afraid of her judgement, but he stepped inside anyway and Kirstie followed, aware of the electricity in the air the moment she stepped through the threshold. It was like a crackling amongst them. The emotions she was going through in that moment, she couldn't remember feeling this way with any other boy. Perhaps this is what it's like when people say they feel fireworks going off, she thought.

Now in the center of the room, Avi turned to her again, arms spread wide as if to say: "Well, what d'you think?". She didn't know what to think. Never had she suspected that a boy like Avi would be hiding such a naughty little secret like this, he just hadn't seemed like the type. Now that she was here though, with him, it was like he was in his element, like he had finally come alive.

She glanced playfully up at him through long lashes and emitted a tiny gasp as she noted the familiar glazing over in his eyes. It was like she just enchanted him, ensnaring him with her gaze. She tossed her hair onto her back and reached out to take hold of the hand he was holding out to her. Kirstie sense him squirming with desire from where she was stood and the scent of his cologne drifts in through her nostrils, a scent she was quickly becoming addicted to. A tingling sensation disrupted her play and the tables turned. She was now caught in his web. The game of desire was intoxicating.

She reached up with the hand that wasn't in his and played with his dark brown hair, fringe half combed to one side - he was trying to grow his hair out longer - and complimented perfectly by the beard she had an increasing fondness for.

He turned his head towards hers as she leant into his shoulder, his finger tilting up her chin as he asked, "Wanna drink?"

Normally, she'd say yes, the thrill of drinking underage still relatively new to her, but right now... "No," she shook her head, hand letting go of his and moved it on top of his thigh pressing against her. Then she looked up into his green eyes, briefly dazed by his unfairly vibrant emerald orbs before his lips stole her attention again and she just had to kiss him.

She tried to make it soft and sweet, but it ended up being a little more desperate than she would have liked. Avi didn't seem to mind, at least not at first, kissing her back with equal passion and winding his hand into her hair as she opened her mouth, letting her tongue tease his. Kirstie drew a low groan from his throat, one she felt more than heard, and it spurred her into sliding a hand higher up his thigh and then along the inside of it.

He broke the kiss but didn't stop her hand just yet, forehead against hers as he grinned, "Well, someone's impatient."

"And you're not?" she teased, grinning up at him as her hand almost just grazed...

Avi caught her wrist and spoke in a low, serious voice, "Stop."

She merely giggled and moved her hand again the minute he let go of it. "Aw, come on..."

"Kirstie," Avi spoke up, grabbing her wrist again, this time with an iron grip that made her freeze while she looked up to find his eyes deadly serious. "I said stop."

She swallowed, regaining control a little as she realized how serious he really was. She moved her hand away, obeying, and then he said in a way that made her heart rate spike: "You have to be a good girl."

Her eyes lifted back to his, head swimming again as she saw the heat in his gaze. He liked this. He liked telling her what to do, and this was... new. She hadn't seen this side of him before. Maybe little hints here and there, and she knew that he generally enjoyed control in most situations, but...

Her reply came out of her mouth on a whim, with a tiny little smile on her face. "And what if I'm bad?"

His eyes darkened and the lust there became undeniable as he replied without missing a beat, "Then I'll have to punish you."

Kirstie lost her breath, her insides jolting at those few little dangerous words. Nobody had ever looked at her or spoken to her like this before, and the implications of what he said had her dying with curiosity. What did he mean by that? What would he do? What sorts of ideas were running through that pretty head of his, as he stared at her in a way that just dared Kirstie to defy him? She glanced around the room, unsure how prepared she would be with a lot of the items.

There was only one way to find out. She slid her hand back to his thigh, deliberately rubbing her palm over him and, judging by the way he jerked slightly and took a sharp breath, he hadn't been expecting that.

"I might like that," Kirstie purred, blaming the setting for how bold she was being. She wasn't normally like this, but then again, neither was Avi.

His eyes flashed and Kirstie could almost believe that he was legitimately angry with her. But she knew him, even if she didn't yet know this side of him, and she knew that this wasn't typical anger. No, this was something much better, and she wanted to learn all about it, wanted him to teach her.

He moved her hand away one last time, and then his free one was on the back of her neck, under her hair, holding her in a possessive sort of way that hinted at what was to come later. Then his lips were at her ear.

"You're gonna regret that."

Kirstie highly doubted that. This might end up being one of the best decisions of her life.

Avi kept up his stony, as he led her over to the main bed, one a color of deep purple. Kirstie kept up her teasing and with every new act of defiance on her part, Avi glared at her even more, scolding with his eyes alone, but the reckless idiot in her utterly loved it. She had no idea what she was in for and the unknown aspect of it made it all the more exciting. She were dying of anticipation by the time he pushed her backwards onto the bed.

He leant forward, hands on the sheet either side of her and said as his lips grazed her ear, "Ready?"

He slowly slid his hand in towards her, so they curled on her hip, fingers digging just hard enough to barely hurt. "Ready for what?" Kirstie breathed.

Avi was on her in an instant, bending to her level, jerking her head up with his fingers under her chin as he finally gave his answer.

"Your punishment."

Kirstie's insides flipped violently, and she knew he could tell how deeply she was already affected. Blinking rapidly a few times, hands going to his forearms and her eyes trying to stay focused on his; and he asked with a faint, maddening little grin, "What, did you think I was just saying that?"

"No," she replied automatically. "Well... I don't know. I've never seen you like this."

His eyes softened a little, some of the dark glee gone for a moment as he looked her over, as if he was suddenly worried about how the act was proceeding. His fingers slipped to the side of her face, gentle this time, and he replied softly, "You okay with this?"

Kirstie nodded without hesitation. "Yeah, I just... it's new."

He nodded again, eyes understanding. Still cradling her face, he murmured, "Yeah, I got the feeling it was. It's okay. I'd never do anything to you that you don't want."

"I want it," she replied earnestly. "I do. I trust you."

"Good," he smiled briefly. "I want it too. I need it. I..."

She watched as he faltered for a moment, looking for the right words. Then when he spoke again, he looked her right in the eyes as he uttered each word.

"I like to be in control. You know that about me. Not just with work. It's not an ego thing and I'm not a sadist, but..."

"... But you just like to be... in charge?" she guessed with a small smile. He'd been so sweet and giving towards her ever since they met, and it was still surprising that he could be like this, she thought the only reason they hadn't slept together was because he's been scared.

"Yeah," he replied quietly, eyes flickering over her face, noting the excitement in her eyes and quick breathing. "And I bet you wouldn't mind taking some orders."

Kirstie's heart skipped a beat. "If they're coming from you... yeah."

"You sure?" he grinned. She nodded, and he added, "I can get kinda... carried away, with previous girl's I have, although they were all...y'know. You're gonna need a safeword."

Everything suddenly became very real the minute safeword left his mouth.

"It's gotta be something you'll remember. And you only use it when you really need to."

She nodded, looking down and trying to think of something that wasn't completely stupid sounding but distinct enough for her to remember even when she was... compromised.

Then she smiled, looked up at him and said, "Dragon."

Avi gave her a look, raising an eyebrow before repeating, "Dragon?" She just nodded, and he smiled before rolling his eyes, giving her a glimpse of his usual self and making her feel at ease once more. "All right. Dragon it is. And remember... it's only for when you really mean it."

Kirstie nodded seriously, doubting she'd be using it at all. Avi was still Avi after all. He'd never hurt her, especially not on purpose. But these were his rules, and she respected them, especially since he was the one with the surprise but apparent experience.

"I'm only gonna ask one more time," he said quietly, eyes sincere. "You're sure about this?"

"Completely," she assured him, without a trace of doubt. When he still looked slightly apprehensive, she decided to give him a bit of a push. "Unless you're just all talk and you're not really gonna punish me for being so bad."

And just like that, the fire in his eyes came back even stronger than before. "You questioning me?" When she shrugged innocently, he looked her over, from her eyes to her breasts moving up and down under the bodice of your top as she breathed. Then he met her eyes again, his voice turning dangerous again as he said, "Guess I'll have to punish you for that too."

A smart little retort was on the tip of Kirstie's tongue, but she never got to utter it because suddenly his hand was at the back of her head, grasping her hair in an iron grip. He didn't pull or yank it, but he held it so fiercely and roughly that it stole the breath right out of her.

They hadn't even gotten started yet, but she was already trembling with anticipation and felt like she might burst, just from the way that he was looking at her. He was so much bigger than she was and, when he wanted to, could carry himself with such power that you would be ready to melt and give in to his every whim.

Leaning even further forward he told her lowly: "You're gonna do everything I tell you to do, understand? When I say it, you do it. You don't hesitate. You don't question me. You obey me. Can you do that?"

With Kirstie's brain already short circuiting, her mouth dropped slightly open and she nodded.

"You can speak, you know," he told you with a tiny grin. "Though I do have one condition."

"What's that?" she asked, trying to sound confident but instead sounding more shaky than anything.

"You call me sir," he replied. "Can you do that?"

She nodded again. "Yes."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at her expectantly. "Yes what?"

Oh. "Yes sir."

He grinned, clearly pleased. "See? You can be a good girl if you want to be. Do you want to be good for me?"

His voice was a low purr now, his hands moving slowly up her hips and bringing up slowly undoing the zip of her skinny jeans. He leaned in closer, not quite kissing but running his lips along her neck as she closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes sir."

He had nearly slid her jeans all the way down now, his hands ran over the lingerie she had on underneath, all black, and now his fingertips were seeing it before his eyes did. He groaned softly and then asked against your ear, "Good girls don't tease me like you did earlier."

"I'm sorry," she managed to squeak out, just as he reached up to pull the top off over her head. He easily slipped it over and then drew back to take in her full visage, which she had to admit, looked pretty good.

He cursed, eyes narrowing in pure desire as he soaked up the image before him. When he finally managed to get his eyes back up to hers after raking lustfully over her entire body, he asked: "What are you sorry for?"

"For teasing you," she answered, just wanting him to really touch her, but knowing it might be a while before she had earned such a privilege. "And for doing it after you told me to stop."

He hummed, sliding his finger down to the top of her thigh, then flashed his eyes back up to hers. "What would a good girl have done?" he asked.

Kirstie blinked a few times, finding thinking to be nearly impossible at the moment. "Um... not... teased you?"

"Yeah," he nodded, his hand moving to the inside of her other thigh and sliding slowly upwards, making Kirstie hold her breath. Then he leaned so close that his lips almost touched hers. "A good girl would have either stopped when I told her to, or dropped to her knees instantly and made it worth my while."

She almost gasped, inhaling sharply and turning a new shade of red as she stuttered. "... Oh."

"I'm flexible like that," he said, like he was truly generous and she just hadn't been. "And you had to know what you were doing to me. Seeing you now, being away from you even if it was just for a few days, then having to be with the other three for a bit... trying not to lose it when all I wanted to do was rip your clothes off right there in the garden..."

His confession was like a actual shot of alcohol down her throat, leaving her warm and dizzy and happy as she realized how mutual her overwhelming desire was. She had always worried that it was stronger on her part, and sometimes she still wondered how in the world she had even drawn Avi in at all, but as he stood there touching her and staring darkly after explaining just how much he wanted her... it was hard to feel anything but confident.

It ended up being just the last push she needed to get through it.

"And now you're lying here in front of me," he said, taking his hands off of her to shed his jacket, still running his eyes all over her body, "and I can't decide how I want to punish you."

Kirstie tried not to shiver, hands at her sides though she wanted to grab hold of him and never let go. His jacket hit the floor and he immediately reached for her, crowding her again and making Kirstie feel even smaller than she really was, and she didn't mind the feeling in the least. He stared at her, contemplating what he should do, and she held her breath and waited.

Finally, he made a decision. He leaned in close like he was going to kiss her, lips coming so close to hers that it hurt how badly she wanted them to touch, but then his hand curled around her shoulders and he pulled her down off the bed to the floor in front of him.

"Start making it up to me."

She looked up at him, surprised but more aroused and eager than anything, and if this was her punishment... well, she was okay with this. Her hands went to his belt before he could utter a word of unnecessary instructions, and she made quick work of getting his jeans out of the way, her relatively small hand wrapped around him. She kept her eyes focused there, licking her lips, heart pounding as she leaned closer, only to feel his hand grip her hair and suddenly yank her head back to look up at him.

"Don't you dare tease me," he said lowly, almost threateningly, like if she disobeyed him, she would live to regret it.

The thought hadn't even entered her mind until he said it. Now that it was there, that reckless glutton for punishment within her wanted nothing more than to tease him until he really punished her.

Still, she replied, "Yes sir," and closed her eyes, taking him in her mouth, like the good girl she was trying to be. His reaction was instant, a long, heavy sigh emitted from his lips, fingers in her hair relaxing before tightening again and, after a few moments Kirstie spent getting her bearings, guiding her and making her move how he wanted her to. She followed his lead perfectly, the picture of obedience, and when he started moaning, it made her moan with him and open slightly watery eyes to watch him above.

He was watching her, gaze unwavering, both hands ending up in her hair, though he wasn't guiding any longer. He didn't have to. They might never even have slept together before, but this was something she had more practice with. She knew how he liked it, and just the same, she knew how to keep him on the edge and drive him insane. And that was what she did, though he had expressly told her not to and she was supposed to be making up for her earlier transgressions.

What can I say? She just couldn't help yourself.

He said her name as he panted and moaned brokenly, just like she had wanted him to, hands grasping at her hair, but she was bad and she didn't give in. She kept it light and teasing at the worst possible time, and if she was smiling when he growled in frustration and yanked her up to her feet, that was just beyond her control.

"What did I say?" he growled, eyes on fire and voice on edge as the smile fell of Kirstie's face. He grasped her chin and hissed, "You do what I say. You obey me."

"I'm sorry, I just -"

His finger covered her lips, and she immediately shut up. "Don't speak until I say you can."

It was like her skin was erupting into flames all around her, and he had barely even touched her. Just his words and a look at this unbelievably dominating side of him was enough to be Kirstie's ruin.

He stared hard at her for a moment before reaching a decision on how best to deal with her. Grasping her arm he spun her around, not exactly gentle but just the right kind of harsh, as he then pushed Kirstie down on the bed, on her front as she scrambled to her hands and knees and got to the middle of the bed. But he was right behind her, grasping her ankle and holding her still as he climbed on the bed and then let go to move his hand to her arched back. She held still, unsure of what to do and afraid to ask, and when she felt his hand slide up towards her neck, the next thing she felt was what seemed like his bare chest on her back as he held himself above her. She tried to twist her head around to see if he'd taken off more clothes that fast, but then his hand was on the back of her head, forcing it forward. "No," he spoke firmly. "You don't get to look. Not yet."

Kirstie whined a little, but all Avi did was chuckle darkly before moving all of her hair to one side of her head and murmuring into her ear. "Should have thought about that before you decided to be bad again."

Then he was kissing the back of her neck, and Kirstie's eyes closed as her skin tingled everywhere he touched it. Avi kissed a soft, increasingly open mouthed line down her spine as his fingers went to the clasp of her bra, her hands grasping the sheets as he easily pulled the hooks apart and let the bra fall to the bed before Kirstie tossed it away. Then his hand went to her breasts and teased both, dangling helplessly as they were in her position, all while his lips continued their slow drag down her spine and left her torn as to which sensation to focus on the most.

The first time Kirstie let out a whimper of pleasure, Avi's hand left her and so did his mouth. He straightened her so she could no longer feel him on her, and the loss of sensation made her open her eyes and mouth before she remembered that she wasn't allowed to speak. She waited for what felt like forever, and then there was finally something - fingers plucking at her underwear, pulling them free of her hips. Then two fingers easily and quietly pulling them down but not taking them all the way off, and she suddenly had a sinking feeling that she knew what was coming next.

Then Avi was back, chest rubbing along her back as his mouth found its way back to her ear. His hand slid up the back of her thigh as he roughly told her one single word. "Count."

Kirstie's eyes opened and she was about to forget the rules and ask what that meant, but then she gasped and yelped instead when there was a sudden sharp, stinging pain where he had just spanked her. Despite her previous suspicions of what he was building up to, it still hit her like a ton of bricks, and Avi had to remind her to count before she choked out one as she continued to reel.

His hand soothed over where he'd slapped her, and to Kirstie's surprise, he kissed her shoulder and then asked softly: "Remember your safeword?"

"Yeah," she muttered, voice as shaky as the arms holding herself up.

"Good." Then he spanked her again, harder this time, and the sound that came out of her mouth sounded a lot more like a moan than a cry of pain. It surprised even her, and Avi groaned like a tortured man. "You fucking like this."

It was news to Kirstie, but then again, so was this entire night so far. And they had still barely even gotten started.

Avi kept going, and she managed to count up to six before he started playing dirty and letting his hand wander between slaps. He cursed at the effect that his punishment was having on her, getting distracted by the evidence of it between her legs and letting his fingers play as she gasped and nearly collapsed to the bed several times. Then he stopped and continued her punishment, while Kirstie whined incoherently at the change. He did this several more times, teasing her and then making her hurt with the sort of pain she ended up being more than okay with, even if it left her only more frustrated and needy by the time she counted to ten and it was over.

Kirstie did collapse then, breathing hard and feeling like a complete mess, desperate and aching in more places than one but doubting relief would come any time soon. But then was being turned on her back and gathered into big, warm arms, comforting her as his familiar deep voice spoke sweetly into her ear, helping pull herself together.

"Sh, sh," he said, wiping at her eyes, ones that had apparently been watering quite involuntarily. "It's okay. You did so good, baby, so good. I was afraid that was gonna be too much."

It almost was, but in a good way. She looked up into his eyes, blinking away the moisture in her own and feeling her heart stir at the sweet, proud way that Avi was staring down at her as he stroked her cheek and held her close. It was a far cry from his previous lust-filled anger, though the lust part was definitely still there. She could feel it against her leg, barely restrained by the jeans he hadn't bothered to take off yet.

Then he leaned down and kissed her, and it was the first time he had kissed her since they had first walked into the basement. It felt like heaven and she melted deeper into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck and getting lost in the sweet contrast of his soft lips and rough facial hair. He kissed her slowly at first, then increasingly passionately as his hands slowly went to work ridding the last few scraps of underwear on your body. Once they were gone and she was completely bare to his eyes, he broke the kiss and looked her up and down, watching his hand slide up her stomach to cup her breast and tease it in a way that made Kirstie close her eyes and nearly beg.

Instead, she asked a question in a voice so small she couldn't believe it was hers. "Is my punishment over?"

He laughed. Laughed. "Oh, baby... that was just the start of it."

Kirstie closed her eyes and felt the oddest sensation, like her heart was dropping in the very same moment that every nerve ending in her body came to life, as if the impending torture was something to be excited about.

Then again, it totally was.

Avi kissed her to stop her from whining again, and soon his hand was wandering again, this time between her legs and to the place that was aching perhaps worse than ever before, if her memory could be trusted. She gasped into his mouth at the first touch, and he cursed roughly, "You're so fucking wet, baby. You really liked that, didn't you?"

She really had, and all she could do was scratch her nails down the back of his head, through his hair, as she moaned and he kissed her neck. Kirstie opened her legs wide and rocked against Avi's hand mindlessly and wantonly, trying to get more when all he did was tease and give her almost enough pressure to satisfy her, but without letting her get what she wanted. This is your fault, she knew, but she still whined as he sucked deliberate marks into her neck and left her wanting when he eventually drew his hand away and lifted his head to look down upon her.

"You're fucking gorgeous like this," he said, the tone of his voice and the look in his hungry eyes leaving no room for doubt. "Look at you. I knew you had this in you."

She furrowed her brows slightly and was about to ask how he had ever suspected all of this laid dormant inside of her, but before she could manage a single word, he was on top of her and kissing her dizzyingly deeply. She immediately wrapped yourself around him, arms and legs, hands and feet, as if it might convince him to just give up and give into her. But, deep down, she didn't want him to. Secretly she was enjoying the torture far too much to be done with it yet.

Avi made his lazy way down her body, kissing every inch of her and leaving her skin pink from his lips, his teeth, his beard, sometimes all three. Kirstie liked the sting and welcomed the pain-tinged pleasure, altogether a writhing mess by the time his lips were beneath her belly button and inching lower. Her hands were in his hair, clawing and scratching and making a mess out of it before he raised his head, taking her wrists in his hands.

"Hold the rails," he said, placing her hands up towards the top of the bed frame. She exhaled deeply but obeyed, gripping the wood and then clenching it with all her might only a moment later when Avi's mouth had ventured lower, and her next round of torture officially began.

He was able to take his time and toy with her to new lengths thanks to the luxury of having no intention of finishing the job. She whined, begged, pleaded, moaned his name over and over, all to no avail. Her hands ached with how hard they gripped the wood, and it felt like it lasted forever and yet not long enough, because by the time he stopped, she was in tears. She was a mess, his face was a mess, and she felt like she had lost her mind and was no longer herself as Avi kissed her sweetly and wiped the frustrated tears from her eyes.

He was shushing her again, cradling to comfort her, calming her down, his voice quiet but full of his own unfulfilled desire. "It's okay, baby. Breathe. Tell me what you want now. Do you want me to fuck you?"

Kirstie whimpered, incapable of speech, answering him by pulling him down and kissing him so sloppily and desperately that it felt filthy even to her. Or maybe that was just because he still tasted like her and made damn sure that she knew it.

"Come on, talk to me," he said, breaking the kiss and sliding his hand down between her legs, just to heap on some more torture and make it even harder for her to speak. "Ask me to fuck you, beg me for it, and I might let you come this time."

There was no shame or shyness left in Kirstie by this point, and even if there had been, it still wouldn't have stopped her from groaning and giving in. "Please," she whimpered, almost crying all over again but not, "please, fuck me, Avi, I swear I'll be good from now on. Just please..."

If she still wasn't supposed to use his name, her slip up apparently didn't matter to him because the next thing she knew, he had wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up so that she was off her back and sitting up as he kissed the life out of her. She would have climbed in his lap and taken what she wanted had his stupid jeans not been in the way, and before she could ask why in the world they were still even on him, he gently let her go and stood up from the bed. Kirstie sat there, dazed and wrecked as she watched him take off the rest of his clothes, and she couldn't help but stare. This would be the first time she would see him naked.

He was the closest thing to perfect she had ever seen and surely ever would see. It wasn't just the obvious things like the lean muscles, the hair, the beard, the arms that might have been her favourite because of how safe she felt in them. It was everything. But he didn't give her much time to admire him before he was coming back to her, except this time he was grasping her hand and tugging her until she was sliding off of the bed. He was trying to get her to stand, but she wasn't sure that she even could, so she began to ask, "What are you..."

"The wall," he replied, and it was all the explanation that was necessary. He pulled Kirstie to her feet, picked her up like she weighed nothing, and then slammed her into the wall next to the bed before she had so much as taken a full breath.

It hurt a little bit, but she was into that these days apparently, so she moaned a little instead of whimpering in pain. With her legs wrapped around him and her arms clutching his shoulders tightly, his hands shifted her hips into place as he placed a long, hot, lingering kiss on her lips. She sighed against his mouth and fell under his spell, opening her eyes when he ended the kiss, took a breath, and then opened his own eyes to look directly into her own as he finally, finally pushed inside of her.

She moaned and closed her eyes. He kept his open and watched her, making sure that she was okay and didn't need a minute to adjust or breathe; but it was okay, she was incredibly ready. She proved it by pushing against him a little, which made his jaw clench and eyes blink a few times before he finally started moving the way she wanted him to.

Kirstie nearly cried in relief, and she wasn't the only one affected on a deep, barely describable level. Avi let out a low, rough groan and let his face drop to her neck, and though she started slow, soon he was biting her neck, digging his fingers into her hips, and thrusting into her like his very life depended on it.

She was on the edge in what felt like an instant. Then he started growling into her ear and pushing her even closer to that precipice.

"You feel so fucking good," he whispered, lips on her ear. "Even better than I imagined. Fuck." He drew his head back far enough to watch her face, his pace and his rhythm never once faltering. "You ready to come now, baby?"

Her eyes opened and sought his own as she nodded fiercely, moaning in relief and then nothing but pleasure when one of his hands grasped one of her breasts and played with it just right to help her along. He kissed her again, then moved faster at just the right angle to make her finally, at long last, see stars burst behind her eyes.

But just before she closed her eyes and let herself fall apart, he had one last order that he spoke against her parted lips. "Come for me, baby. Scream. Scream for me."

And she did. She might have even if he hadn't told her to, but as it was, she obeyed without a single trace of embarrassment or even full awareness of what she was doing, and it was one of the single most perfect moments of her young life so far.

She didn't want it to end, but after an impressively long time, it did. She came back to herself still pressed to the wall, legs trembling around the boy that had singlehandedly done all of this to her, and he was perfectly still as he softly kissed her back down to earth.

"That was perfect," he told her, like he was awestruck. Kirstie blinked her eyes open as he pressed his forehead to hers and smiled, and she couldn't help but smile back as well.

She thought they were done. She was wrong.

"You're gonna do that again," Avi ordered before starting to adjust the way that he was holding her. She stared at him in half-conscious bewilderment, then looked down as he began moving her legs so that they weren't wrapped around his waist but rather were slung over his forearms while his arms alone held her up. Then, his hands tight on her hips, he turned the two of them around so that his back was to the wall, and he kissed her once more before starting to lift her up and down, up and down, taking her in a way that she had never even thought of before. But he was more than strong enough to support all of her weight, and she was the perfect size for him to do it.

The angle was different, and it left her gasping all over again. She was a little over-sensitive at first but the mild discomfort quickly faded, and then she was moaning again and kissing him furiously with her fingers buried in his hair.

Avi broke the kiss to say in a deep, breathless voice, "You like this, huh?"

Kirstie opened her eyes, fingers still clutching his hair as she looked down and watched him move them both. He pulled her down while he thrusted up, completely controlling the rhythm and every last thing that they both felt, and she wouldn't have changed a thing. She knew she'd be asking for this again in the future.

She barely had to move a muscle, and he made it look utterly effortless to do every last bit of the work and drive her right into her second release of the night. He listened to her moans and watched her face, knowing when she was close and moving her faster and faster the closer she got. Kirstie let her head fall back and she might have screamed again, her entire body coming alive and all but singing for him.

Somehow, it was even better than the first time. Giving in and letting him do with her as he wished, pulling her strings and controlling every movement her body made, making her see stars as he used her in a way that she was perfectly and wholly okay with... maybe this was what she had been missing her whole life.

He held her after she lost her mind, still holding her up and still even inside her as she panted with, face buried in his neck like she'd just run a race. Avi kissed her hair, letting her calm down before he eventually carried her back to bed and laid her down carefully. She was in a state of bliss, and their time could have ended there and she would have been completely satisfied. But one glance with her slightly blurry eyes to his lower half as he hovered over her confirmed that he wasn't quite done with her yet.

"On your hands and knees," he ordered you gently, kissing her lips one more time before she obeyed, somehow finding the strength to roll over and get in the position. Like before, he covered her body with his larger one, kissing the back of her neck and touching her lovingly all over before sliding back inside and moaning while she sighed and gripped the sheets with shaky hands. It was almost too much, but she could handle it. She knew she could because he knew she could.

Once he was settled into a surprisingly slow, gentle rhythm, Kirstie gasped when his hand reached around to play with her and softly prod her into yet another release. It built slowly, everything suddenly languid and sweet for a few moments. But then it all changed again when he straightened up, yanking her up harshly by her hair, and told her to hold on to the headboard while both his hand and hips moved faster and faster. He spoke filthy, vulgar things into her ear and kept his free hand wrapped in her hair, pulling it and making her moan louder with each rough little tug, and when they fell apart again, this time Kirstie's scream was silent.

She sagged bonelessly against the headboard, useless and sure that she was done and could physically take no more. Avi stopped, gently untangled himself from her, and then she were back in his comforting arms and being laid down in the center of the bed. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose and then her lips, telling her that she was incredible. Then, for the last time that night, he slid inside of her one more time.

Kirstie felt like she had left Earth and was floating along some other dimension, lost and perfectly fine with it. This time, with him on top, moving gently and kissing her softly as he held her and surrounded her, it felt completely different. It wasn't frantic or rough, and she was grateful because she wouldn't have been able to handle it if it had been either of those things. Instead it was perfect, the ideal way to end what had been an insanely unexpected time.

The words may not have been spoken between the two of them yet, but as he kissed her and slowly made love to her, she felt so loved and treasured that it made her eyes water a little. She had never felt like this before with anyone else, this connected and this vulnerable, and though it should have been terrifying, she wasn't scared in the least.

She watched his face as he finally reached his end, his forehead against hers, eyes closed and mouth open in a long, lingering moan that matched his body's erratic movements and his low gasps for breath. Her heart felt like it was ready to burst the entire time that she watched it all play out, words unable to describe how deeply she felt for this boy. She was in deep, very deep, but judging by the way that he looked at her before collapsing with his head on her chest, she wasn't the only one.

After, all was quiet for a little while. She had no idea what to say, or if she could even speak yet, so she remained quiet and waited for Avi to speak first. Eventually, he rolled all the way off of her and then pulled her into his arms, sighing contentedly like he had everything he needed right there.

It was sweet and she felt safer there in his sleepy embrace than she ever had anywhere else in her entire life. But eventually the silence drove her crazy, and she had to break it before she lost her mind.

Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, and she wondered exactly how loudly she had screamed. "So... if that's what happens when I'm 'bad'... I might end up being bad... a lot."

Avi laughed, and it was a deep, relieving rumble in your ear. His fingers running softly through her wrecked hair, tilting her head up and smiling down. "Now don't be getting any ideas there."

"Too late," she grinned. "Already trying to figure out ways to make this happen again."

He hummed and shook his head, still smiling. "Don't tell me I created a monster."

"Maybe," you smiled. Then she said casually, "Star Wars is overrated."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh please. You'll have to do better than that."

"Fine. Dragons don't exist."

He remained unimpressed. "And?"

She paused, thinking hard with her sex-addled, mostly useless brain. "You dress like a lumberjack going though a mid-life crisis."

"Totally the look I'm going for," he shrugged, and they both laughed quietly.

"They must have come down this way!" They both turned in horror as the sound of their friends voices could be heard echoing down the hallway.

Shit, they're probably wondering where we got to. They couldn't have the others finding this place...then again it would be pretty funny watching Avi trying to explain this.

The boy was tugging at her arm as he hurriedly pulled on his jeans. "C'mon we gotta get out before they get here!"

She shrugged, slowly getting dressed herself. "Maybe I want to see you squirm," she drawled.

He paused and then grinned. "What a naughty thing to say Miss Maldonado."

"Guess I'm just a bad girl like that."

"Keep up that kind of talk," he smirked, "and I'll have to find my handcuffs."

She smiled as they finished getting dressed and rushed to the door in order to stop their friends finding their little secret, muttering three words to him before they left: "Bring it on." Maybe next time they could try out that jail cell.

Hope y'all enjoyed this! Happy holidays ev'body XD