She just looked at me.
“Uhm, I wanted to talk.”
“Uh huh.”
“Fuck it,” I murmured as I watched yet another guy watch her. I leaned down and kissed her, gently at first hoping she wouldn’t punch me in the face when I moved.
She stood there not responding then gasped and I took advantage of that and pushed my tongue through her lips, kissing her hard.
“Ashlen, we need to talk,” I told her after breaking the kiss.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded.
I nodded towards Sam grabbed Ash’s hand and took her upstairs where I had a private room reserved for the night.
Chapter 11
Ashlen
I knew this was stupid, that I should rip my hand away and turn to go hang out with Jules. Only I couldn’t seem to make myself do that, he’d used that voice on me and I couldn’t resist that voice. This would be closure, I told myself, one last scene before we said goodbye.
I followed him upstairs and through a hallway until we stopped at a door. He pulled out a key and unlocked it before pulling me inside. He let go of my arm then relocked the door. My brain started spinning, why did he have a private room? Was he planning on hooking up with someone else tonight, but saw me instead? Was I just the second option?
I skimmed the room there was a four poster bed that had chains hanging from the posts, a chest full of unknown items and a wall of paddles, floggers, and whips. All in all it was a very interesting room that you could have fun with. Now though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with this.
“Stop,” he commanded.
“What?”
“Stop. This isn’t what it looks like, Devi told me you’d be here tonight. I reserved the room for us, so we could talk.”
“Oh.” Only I didn’t want to talk, I didn’t want to know why he didn’t trust me outside a playroom.”
“Ashlen,” he said in that voice again, “strip.”
“I need help, Sir,” I said quietly turning my back to him and pulling my long blonde hair out of the way of the laces.
I heard his feet thump across the floor then felt his breath fan across my exposed neck as he reached down and pulled the bow that held my corset together. He slowly pulled the laces loose running a finger across the exposed skin. When it was loose, he helped pull it up over my head and dropped it to the floor.
“Need any more help, Ashlen?”
I swallowed. “No, Sir.”
“Then strip.”
I nodded and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to my feet. Quickly pulled my panties down and I was about to release my stockings from the garter but his hand stopped me.
“Leave those.”
I nodded again and bent over unzipping my boots and pulling them off one at a time. When I was finally finished he circled me, taking me all in. I stood perfectly still as he walked away and opened the chest, he pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and a spreader bar. I fought the need to shift my feet restlessly, I wanted to know what he had planned, but I knew better than to ask.
“Hands behind your back.”
I quickly put my hands behind my back. He pulled them back farther straightening my arms. He secured one of the cuffs to my upper arm, quickly doing the same with the second then latching them together. My arms were completely immobile now, with my chest bowed forward.
“Stand beside the bed, facing it.”
I did as he instructed and waited, he ran a hand from my hip, down my thigh, skimming across my calf before spreading my feet apart. Then he attached the spreader bar to one ankle, spreading my feet farther apart before attaching the straps around my other ankle. He walked around me once then walked away. I heard him walk along the wall, then take something down before his steps came towards me again.
He sat on the bed and looked up at me, “I’m going to spank you for ignoring my phone calls and text messages.” He set the black leather paddle beside him on the bed then reached over, grabbed my arm and pulled me down so my head was hanging near the floor and my ass was across his lap. He rearranged me slightly until he had me where he wanted me. I couldn’t move my arms or my legs to keep my balance—I was at his mercy.
“What are your safe words, Ashlen?”
“Mercy and halt, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he murmured running a hand across my ass. “Why are you being punished?”
“For not answering when you called, Sir.”
“Why did you ignore me?”
“Because I was mad at you, Sir.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He sighed. “I should have told you.”
Then I heard the sound of air being displaced before a smack landed on my left ass cheek. I groaned as the pain ran through my body, it was shortly followed by another on my right ass cheek. He stopped and brushed his fingers against the skin.
“I should have told you, but you should have answered the phone so I could explain things to you.”
That was followed by a smack across both ass cheeks, he continued to rain down blows until I was moaning and wiggling as best I could to get closer. Then he stopped to rub my abused skin.
“So nice and pink,” he murmured. “I’ve never been in this position before, where I was both a Dom and a boyfriend, I wasn’t sure how to react. If I’m your Dom then I’m not supposed to show you my weaknesses, because if I did how would you trust me to take care of you? As your boyfriend though I need to be able to tell you things, things that I wouldn’t tell a sub.”
He began again, until I couldn’t differentiate one hit from the next. I only knew that I didn’t want him to stop—ever. I floated away to a place where only the next strike of the paddle mattered. When he continued down to my thighs I moaned, screamed, pleaded for the next. I was lost in a sea of endorphins and pleasure.
Cris
I removed the restraints from Ashlen’s arms and legs and gently laid her on the bed. She was so lost in herself she didn’t even notice. Her eyes were glazed over. She was panting, still begging for more, and she was glorious. I didn’t want to give this up, seeing her like this was amazing, so lost in her own bliss.
I climbed in the bed beside her and kissed her hard, she responded immediately kissing me back. I broke the kiss and skimmed my nose down her neck. I licked between her breasts before biting the sensitive skin on the bottom of her breast leaving a mark. She moaned and arched her back still lost. I ran my tongue up to her nipple and flicked it, she screamed and I smiled. I continued to torment her with small flicks, licks, and bites until I was sure she’d go mad with wanting me inside her body. I’d driven myself crazy, with the slow torment.
“What do you want, Ashlen?”
“You, Sir,” she groaned.
I kissed down her belly to her hip, where I sucked a mark onto her skin. I wanted her thoroughly marked tomorrow. I knew she would be pissed at me for this tomorrow, but my hope was that she wouldn’t be able to look in the mirror without thinking about me. I trailed kisses to the other hip leaving a matching mark, then to her inner thighs where I bit down. I continued marking her skin, sucking and biting. When I sat up, I smiled proudly at the sight of her, her breasts, nipples, stomach, neck, everywhere was marked with bite marks, whisker burns and bruises.
I finally spread her thighs and nestled my body between them, aligning us perfectly so that with one thrust I would be inside her.
“You know I love you, don’t you, Ashlen?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And that you’re mine?”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.
I pushed inside her body, tucking my face into her neck and smelling her sweet intoxicating scent. I slowly rolled my hips before withdrawing, just to enter her again slowly. I kept my pace slow, regardless of how she tried to force me to go faster. I wanted to enjoy this, take my time.