Submission to Avery meant so much more than just sex; it was something that was earned rather than given just because, and it was afforded to very few.
She'd spent years of her life submitting to a man who didn't deserve it, and as a result found herself hurt, having to stand alone and fend for herself.
When she and Omar first met, submitting was the very opposite of what Avery intended on doing, but as months passed and she saw more and more of who he was at his core, she found herself in a situation with a man who was more than deserving of her attention, respect, and submission.
She was willing to submit so much so that she currently lay on their shared bed in the Palm Springs villa they'd be staying in for the weekend, completely trusting of Omar and whatever he had up his sleeve for her.
Avery's hand flew to cover her mouth as Omar gave her pussy an open-mouthed kiss, saliva dripping from the tip of his tongue as he licked from her entrance to her clit, catching the bundle of nerves between his teeth before releasing it.
Sitting up to inspect his work, Omar groaned as he slowly pushed the metal balls into Avery's tight opening one by one, each stretching her slightly upon their insertion.
"How do they feel?" he asked as their eyes met and he fixed her thong back into place.
Avery's breath hitched as she tried to form a response, feeling the weight and coolness of the metal balls inside her. She could feel the pressure building, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
"They... they feel incredible," she managed to gasp out, her body starting to tremble with desire. Omar's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her reaction, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Good," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, his hand sliding down to cup her heat through her thong. "Do you think you can keep them in throughout evening?"
Avery had no idea whether she could keep the Ben Wa balls in while they were at Coachella, but she was willing to try.
She nodded, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of the secret she was carrying inside her. As they both stood up, Avery could feel the weight of the metal balls moving with her, a constant reminder of the intimate connection she shared with Omar.
"You're perfect," he said just above a whisper, leaning down so he could claim her lips with his own, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips before delving into a heated kiss. Avery melted into his touch, feeling desired and empowered by the intimacy of their shared secret.
"The car should be outside, go and see if Chaney is ready so we can head out." Omar instructed, his hand resting on the small of Avery's back as he looked into her hazel eyes.
Although he said it was her being trained, Omar was also testing his own restraint. He could taste her on his lips and smell her sweet scent in the air around him, all he wanted to do was toss her onto the bed and ravage her, but he knew they had plans to enjoy the music festival together. With a final lingering look, Omar reluctantly stepped back, giving Avery a chance to compose herself before they left for Coachella.
As Avery made her way to find Chaney, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. The sensation of the Ben Wa balls inside her was a constant reminder of the forbidden pleasure she shared with Omar. It was a delicious secret that made her heart race and her body ache with desire.
Finding Chaney already waiting by the car, Avery quickly joined her friend, trying to act casual despite the intimate secret she held within her. Chaney raised an eyebrow at Avery's flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled appearance, but before she could say anything, Omar emerged from the house, looking every bit the picture of cool and collected.
"Ready to go?" he asked, his gaze lingering on Avery for a moment longer than necessary. Avery nodded, her pulse quickening at the thought of what the night might hold.
As they drove towards the festival, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Avery couldn't help but steal glances at Omar, her body humming with desire at the thought of what might happen once they were alone again. The music blaring from the speakers seemed to echo the pounding of her heart, a rhythm of excitement that promised a night full of forbidden pleasures.
"We have to go and meet with my security team and agent so I can take a few promotional pictures, then we can get the evening started," Omar explained to both Avery and Chaney as they were led by a member of the events staff down a quiet passage only intended for artist and VIP guests.
"Sometimes I forget you're a celebrity," Chaney smiled teasingly at her best friends boyfriend, making both Avery and Omar laugh.
"I'm not a celebrity, I'm a boxer," Omar explained. "The celebrity shit comes with the territory of winning, but I don't think I am."
Avery couldn't help but admire Omar's humility despite his fame and success. As they reached the designated area, Omar greeted his security team and agent with a warm smile, effortlessly slipping into his public persona.
While the promotional photos were being taken, Avery couldn't shake the feeling of the metal balls inside her, a constant reminder of the intimate connection she shared with Omar. She stole a glance at him, seeing the way he interacted with the staff and fans who approached him for pictures and autographs. There was a magnetic charm about him that drew people in, but Avery knew the side of him that was reserved only for her.
Once the formalities were over, Omar led Avery and Chaney towards the main stage, the music growing louder as they approached. The energy of the crowd was infectious, the excitement in the air mingling with the anticipation building inside Avery.
"Would you guys prefer to take in Sza's set from the crowd or backstage?" Omar asked, smirking as he watched both Avery and Chaney's eyes go wide with excitement.
"Backstage, definitely backstage!" Chaney exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement at the thought of being so close to the action.
Avery nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of anticipation at the prospect of watching the performance from a more intimate vantage point. Omar chuckled at their enthusiasm before leading them towards the backstage area.
As they settled into a prime spot to watch the show, Avery felt a thrill run through her as the music pulsed through the air. The combination of the electrifying performance and the sensation coursing within her made her heart race with excitement. Omar stood beside her, his presence a comforting and intoxicating presence.
As Sza took the stage, the crowd erupted into cheers, the music washing over them in a wave of sound. Avery couldn't tear her eyes away from the stage, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music as she felt the metal balls inside her move with each beat.
Omar's hand found the bare small of her back, his touch grounding her in the midst of the sensory overload. Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them as they shared in the experience of the music festival together.
Coming to stand behind her Omar wrapped his arms around Avery, his body pressing against hers as they swayed together to the music. The heat of his chest against her back sent a shiver down her spine, intensifying the electric atmosphere of the moment.
As the music continued to pulse through the air, Avery could feel the tension building within her. The combination of the sensual intimacy with Omar and the secret she carried inside her was pushing her towards a precipice of desire.
Feeling emboldened by the pulsing energy of the music festival, Avery turned in Omar's arms, her gaze locking with his. Without a word, their lips met in a heated kiss, the world around them fading away as they lost themselves in the moment.
The sensation of the metal balls inside her heightened the pleasure of their connection, the forbidden thrill of the intimate secret shared between them adding an edge of excitement to their embrace.
As the music swirled around them and the crowd roared in the background, Avery and Omar were lost in their own world, a world where desire and passion intertwined in a dance as old as time. And in that moment, surrounded by the pulsing beat of the music festival, they were consumed by the fire of their shared passion, a flame that burned bright and unyielding.
"I want to fuck you so bad right now," Omar growled into Avery's ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Avery's breath caught in her throat at Omar's words, her body responding to his raw desire. The pulsing energy of the music festival seemed to amplify the heat between them, pushing them towards a brink of primal need.
"Then do it," she whispered back, her voice laced with longing and urgency.
"There is far too much going on here for me to risk yours or my privacy, and think about how good it's going to feel later when I finally do get to lay you down and stretch you open," Omar spoke hotly into her ear, his hands subtly gripping at her ass.
Avery shivered at the promise in Omar's words, feeling a surge of desire course through her at the thought of what awaited them later. The anticipation of their intimate encounter fueled her desire even more, the forbidden thrill of their shared secret adding an edge of excitement to their connection.
As they continued to sway to the music, Avery couldn't shake the feeling of Omar's hands on her, the heat of his touch branding her skin. The weight of the metal balls inside her served as a constant reminder of the intimacy they shared, heightening the intensity of their unspoken desire.
As the final notes of the performance faded into the night, Omar leaned in to capture Avery's lips in a searing kiss, the promise of what was to come hanging between them like a veil of desire.
"I can't wait to be alone with you," he murmured against her lips, his eyes dark with need and longing.
Avery's heart raced at the thought of the passion that awaited them, the intimacy of their shared secret fueling the fire that burned between them. As they made their way through the crowd towards the next stage to watch Daniel Caesar's set.
Avery's mind was consumed with thoughts of what would happen once they were finally alone. The anticipation of the intimate connection she shared with Omar was like a wildfire raging inside her, igniting her every nerve with desire.
As they settled into a spot to watch Daniel Caesar's performance, Avery felt Omar's gaze on her, a silent promise of the passion that was yet to come. The music washed over them, the soulful melodies adding to the sensual tension between them.
"I saw you and Omar while we were watching Sza, you guys are so in love," Chaney gushed to her best friend, making Avery blush as she nodded, a shy smile tugging at her lips. The intensity of her feelings for Omar was undeniable, and the way he made her feel was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
"Neither of us has said it," Avery admitted softly, her heart swelling with emotion.
"Regardless, there's no rush, but it's definitely there," Chaney said as she gave Avery a knowing look. Avery couldn't help but feel grateful for Chaney's understanding and support, knowing that she could confide in her about the depth of her feelings for Omar.
As Daniel Caesar's soulful voice filled the air, Avery allowed herself to be swept away by the music, the emotions swirling within her matching the heartfelt lyrics of the songs. Omar's presence beside her was a grounding force, his touch a constant reassurance of the connection they shared.
As the night wore on and the music festival continued in full swing, Avery found herself lost in a whirlwind of sensations and emotions. The weight of the metal balls inside her served as a reminder of the intimate secret she shared with Omar, adding an edge of excitement to the night.
When Daniel Caesar's set came to an end, Omar took Avery's hand and led her away from the crowd, his eyes filled with a promise of what was to come. Avery's heart raced with anticipation, the forbidden thrill of their shared secret propelling her towards an unknown but thrilling future.
As they made their way across the festival field, followed closely by Omar's security Omar and Chaney deliberated over their next stop. While Chaney and Omar conversed, Avery's mind was on the two rather weighty metal balls inside of her.
As in the moment as she tried to be, she couldn't. The sensation of the metal balls moving inside her was a constant reminder of the intimate connection she shared with Omar, a connection that stirred a whirlwind of desire within her. The forbidden thrill of the secret they carried heightened the anticipation of what awaited them later in the night.
Lost in her thoughts, Avery felt a surge of desire wash over her, the pulsing energy of the music festival fueling the fire of her longing. As they navigated through the crowd, she couldn't shake the feeling of Omar's touch on her skin, his presence a magnetic force that drew her in.
As they finally arrived at their destination, a secluded VIP area overlooking the festival grounds, Avery's heart raced with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. The anticipation of what was to come with Omar was almost palpable, the weight of the metal balls inside her a constant reminder of the intimate secret they shared.
As they settled into a private corner, the music from the stages blending into a symphony of sound, Avery's gaze met Omar's, a silent understanding passing between them. Without a word, he reached out to cup her face in his hands, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.
"I want you," he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire.
Avery's breath caught in her throat at his words, her body responding to his raw need. The heat between them was undeniable, the forbidden thrill of their shared secret adding an edge of excitement to the intimate connection they shared.
Without hesitation, Avery leaned in to capture Omar's lips in a searing kiss, their desire igniting like a wildfire as the night unfolded around them. The music of the festival faded into the background, leaving only the pulsing rhythm of their hearts as they lost themselves in the passion that burned between them.
"I'm so wet," Avery said just above a whisper as she looked up into Omar's eyes, her breathing ragged with desire. Omar's gaze darkened with desire as he leaned in closer, his hands sliding down to grip her hips possessively.
"Let me feel," he murmured, his voice laced with urgency as he pressed his palm against the fabric covering her heat. Avery gasped at the sensation of his touch, the arousal pooling between her thighs undeniable.
"Take me back to the house and ruin me, please," Avery all but begged, her eyes glistening with desire. Omar's gaze held a fierce intensity as he nodded, his own need evident in the way he looked at her.
"Let's go," he growled, his hand entwined with hers as he led her through the bustling crowd towards the exit. The anticipation of what awaited them at the house fueled their every step, the magnetic pull between them drawing them closer with each passing moment.
As they made their way back to the car, Avery could feel the weight of the metal balls inside her moving with each step, a constant reminder of the intimate connection she shared with Omar. The forbidden thrill of their shared secret only added to the pulsing desire that coursed through her veins.
Once they were inside the car, the tension between them was palpable. Omar's gaze lingered on Avery, a hunger in his eyes that mirrored her own. The drive back to the house was filled with a charged silence, the promise of what was to come hanging heavy in the air.
As they finally arrived back at the house, Omar wasted no time in leading Avery to their bedroom. The moment they were alone, the floodgates of desire opened, and they were consumed by a raw, primal need for each other.
The sound of their clothes hitting the floor was drowned out by the symphony of their gasps and moans as they came together in a frenzy of passion. The sensation of the metal balls inside Avery added a new dimension to their intimacy, heightening the pleasure and deepening the connection they shared.
Avery almost came as Omar removed the balls from her, discarding them to the floor as he worshiped her body in the middle of their bed.
"Omar, I need you, daddy," Avery cried out, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and desire. Omar's eyes met hers, a primal hunger burning in their depths as he positioned himself above her, his hands gripping her hips with possessive strength.
Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, their connection deepening with each thrust, each touch, each whispered word of longing. The intensity of their passion filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that crescendoed with each shared breath and shared heartbeat.
Pulling Avery to the edge of the bed, Omar let out a sigh of approval followed by a string of curse words as he pushed Avery's legs apart, his eyes on her glistening entrance, slicked with her arousal.
The sensation of his hard length sliding into her wet heat sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, the intimate connection between them reaching new heights of ecstasy. Avery's body arched in response to his touch, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.
As Omar set a punishing pace, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust driving them closer to the edge of release. The sound of their moans filled the room, blending with the symphony of their passion as they lost themselves in the intensity of their shared desire.
From the edge of the bed Avery found herself on the floor at the foot of it, her cheek resting against the plush mattress as her nails clawed at the comforter as Omar took her from behind. His thrusts deep and unrelenting as he claimed her body in a primal display of dominance and need. Avery's breath hitched with each powerful movement, her senses overwhelmed by the raw pleasure coursing through her.
As their bodies moved together in a frenzy of desire, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in the intoxicating rhythm of their passion. The sensation of Omar's touch on her skin, the weight of his body pressing against hers, fueled the fire of their connection, binding them together in a shared ecstasy.
"Baby, you're so deep," Avery slurred, her eyes squeezed shut and a deep from in her eyebrows as she tried to make sense of the sensation created by the tip of his dick tapping against her cervix.
Omar's movements became more frenzied at her words, his primal need driving him to push her to the brink of pleasure. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, echoing the symphony of their shared desire.
With each thrust, Avery felt herself teetering on the edge of release, her body responding to Omar's touch with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming. The sensation of his hard length filling her completely sent her spiraling towards a peak of pleasure, her mind consumed by the raw ecstasy of their connection.
As their passion reached its peak, Avery and Omar were lost in a whirlwind of desire, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they chased the crescendo of pleasure that awaited them. With a final, desperate cry of release, they tumbled over the edge together, their shared ecstasy washing over them in a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss.
As they lay tangled together in the aftermath of their passion, their bodies still humming with the echoes of their shared pleasure, Avery felt a profound sense of connection with Omar. The intimacy they shared, the forbidden thrill of their secret, had bound them together in a way that transcended the physical.
Wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beating in tandem, Avery and Omar found solace in the knowledge that they had experienced a depth of passion and desire that few could ever hope to know. And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace, the weight of the metal balls discarded on the floor was a silent testament to the intimacy they shared, a secret that bound them together in a bond that was unbreakable.
As the sun rose the next morning, Omar woke up and gently kissed Avery on the forehead before getting out of bed. He walked over to his bag, grabbed his swim shorts, and headed to the jacuzzi for an early morning soak.
He spent about half an hour soaking his tired muscles before his ears picked up on the faint sound of feet against the marble floors of the house.
He opened his eyes and a smile spread across his face as he saw Avery standing by the entrance to the backyard. She was clad in a luxurious silk robe, her hair casually gathered in a messy bun on top of her head.
"Good morning," she smiled walking towards where he sat in the jacuzzi.
"Good morning, beautiful," Omar greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes tracing the contours of her face with adoration. Removing her robe to reveal as sheer thigh-grazing babydoll style nightgown, Avery settled into the jacuzzi beside him, the warm water enveloping them in a cocoon of tranquility.
As they sat in comfortable silence, the early morning sunlight filtering through the palm trees and casting dappled patterns on the water, Avery reached out to take Omar's hand in hers. The intimacy of the moment filled the air between them, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared.
"I feel so connected to you," Avery whispered, her voice soft with emotion. Omar squeezed her hand gently, a look of love and affection in his eyes.
"Me too, baby. You mean everything to me," he replied, his words filled with sincerity as he pulled her into his lap so she straddled him.
The warmth of the water, the gentle embrace of their bodies, and the tender intimacy they shared in that moment spoke volumes of the deep connection they had forged. Avery felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over her, knowing that she was truly valued and cherished by Omar.
As they sat entwined in the jacuzzi, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in the tranquility of their shared admiration and respect. The morning sun bathed them in a soft glow, illuminating the depth of their bond and the beauty of their connection.
In that moment, Avery knew that submission to Omar was not just about physical pleasure or desire. It was about trust, respect, and a profound emotional connection that transcended the physical realm. It was about feeling safe and cherished in his arms, knowing that she was valued for who she truly was.
As they sat in the warm embrace of the jacuzzi, Avery and Omar shared a moment of pure intimacy and connection that solidified their bond even further.
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