I stood frozen and did not move.
She turned and those damn shoes didn't come off, I was so screwed. She walked toward me stopping just close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her body.
"How's the control now," she asked.
"Still loose, angel. I need you, please let me take over," I begged, the skin on my body tightened, from the visual before me. If she told me to get on my knees and beg like a fucking mutt, I'd do it. I'd build alters to worship daily upon this woman.
"No," she said simply. The moment she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth, I threw my head back and moaned.
Her wicked tongue twirled around the tip before she took me all the way down to the base. Her throat constricted around my cock and I bit my lip to keep from shooting my load too soon. Mary moved up and down a few more times before pulling her mouth away and looking up at me. "Do you want to come in my mouth, Ash?"
"Oh, yes you little minx." I still had my hands behind my back, but they were itching to come around and take her head in my hands so that I could fuck her mouth properly.
"No," she said before she took me back inside. Mary licked, sucked, kissed and basically tortured me until I was about to explode. Finally, after what felt like an hour, she pulled back and said, "Control, Ash. You need to learn to control you. How can you control everything in your life, if you can't control yourself? You worry too much about other people. Let me take some of the worry for you, baby.
"Now, I'm going to crawl up on that bed. I want to you take over, but only if you are in control of yourself. Can you do that?" She must have seen something in my eyes, because she crawled up on the end of the bed and stayed on her hands and knees. Her pussy was dripping wet and I just had to have her now.
Grabbing her ankles, I pulled her down were she was lying flat on her stomach. I entered her roughly, but from the mewling coming from her lips, I don't think she minded. My hand fisted in her hair and I tugged her back, my teeth at her ear. "Do you like being in control of me, my sweet angel?" She did nothing but groan and close her eyes. My thrusts were brutal. With one hand wrapped up in her hair and the other holding onto her ass, I plowed into her over and over again. The hold I had on her was nothing but possessive. She didn't protest or beg for more. Mary took what I gave her without complaint.
"Tell me you're mine," I demanded. "Tell me I own you."
"Yours, always yours," she cried out. Her orgasm clamped down on my cock and I lost my rhythm for about half a second before I pounded into her hot wet flesh harder and faster. One orgasm rolled into two and two rolled into three. After the third, I flipped her over where I could look into her eyes. She was flushed and sated, but I wasn't done.
Mary started this game and I wanted to claim her. I crawled up the bed and told her to "open". Her mouth opened and I slid my cock inside. Her desire still on me, she took everything I gave. After a few thrusts, I was falling apart, spiraling out of control. Mary took every drop, swallowing it down. When the last of my orgasm subsided, I pulled out of her mouth and brought her up onto my chest. We were both drenched and sated.
My angel took control today.
And I liked it.
Chapter 12
Mary
Ash had ordered Chinese take-out and we all sat around watching movies. Even David and Eric relaxed and put on something other than black, starched suits. They were in the floor in their black basketball shorts and white t-shirts and I wondered if they owned anything in a different color.
I was perched up on Ash's lap, my head on his chest. I really didn't watch much of the movie because I was too busy tracing the pattern of his tattoo. He always liked it when I did that, and I knew it because of the obvious hardness that pressed into my ass while I was in his lap.
My phone rang and I reached for it. The number was the same one from before. David caught my stare and snatched the phone out of my hand.
"Hello," he demanded into the phone. He looked at the phone and cussed. "They hung up, again."
"Who the hell was that?" Ash asked, confused. His eyes bounced between David and I, hurt obvious on his face.
"I've been getting these calls and I don't know who it is," I shrugged. "It's probably a telemarketer." My phone was taken from David, and Ash proceeded to go through the call list, just as David had the other day.
"This is a Memphis area code," he swore. "Could it be Parnell?"
"Doubt it," I said honestly. "He's in jail. There are protective orders in place and my numbers are unlisted. Like I said, probably a telemarketer."
"I've run the number already and it comes back as an unlisted phone. I don't have the clearance to dig deeper," David said, standing up and walking toward the kitchen.
"Why am I just now hearing about it?" Ash demanded. He was on his feet and pacing. I didn't like it when he paced.
"Why tell you?" I asked. "It's nothing, Ash. I swear, if I felt that there was a problem, I'd have told both you and David. You have to trust me."
"I do trust you, angel. It's just, I don't know. I'm afraid that Parnell will get out on good behavior, or something, and come hunt you down."
Shaking my head before he finished I said, "I have a P. I. who keeps an eye on him for me. He does nothing without me knowing about it."
"Seriously," Gabe asked, from beside me.
I nodded and went into the kitchen, I needed a beer. This whole phone thing was driving me crazy. The calls came in at various hours during the day and night. I just couldn't figure it out.
I cracked the can and turned the damn thing up. My luck wasn't all that great right now.
Ash was returning to the studio this week and I had player photos to do starting Tuesday. Each player would be there to have their personal portraits taken by me. I'd have a month to develop and print them before they were due back to the owner of the organization for approval.
At least I could keep myself busy.
Glory Days album would be self-titled this time and they wanted me to take their album cover photos. I'd booked a studio for Friday afternoon to start on their shots. I'd set up early that morning and Ash and the guys would meet me there after lunch.
Liana was busy at work and we haven't seen much of her lately. She worked as a Marketing Manager at a local publishing house. She did all the cool stuff like promote books and authors. She actually got paid to sit around and read books all day. I was a little envious.
Reed seemed to mope around the house when she wouldn't come by for a few days. Ash and I would sometimes lay in bed at night trying to figure out why they just weren't together like we knew they should be.
The movie was over and we switched it back to late night television. Ash had wandered off to the where the instruments were set up. He picked up an old acoustic guitar and started playing it. The sound was beautiful and I found myself standing in the doorway just watching him play.
He looked up at me and smiled. I didn't want him to stop, "Sing for me." Nodding his head, Ash ducked and resumed playing.
"I've been working on something," he sighed. "But it's not quite done yet."
"May I hear it?" I asked, excited I could hear his music raw and unrehearsed. He didn't answer, just continued to play. When the words began, I understood them almost immediately.
Could you be the rock?
That grounds my soul.
The heart I demand to lock,
Until our days grow ole.
The beauty of an angel.
The taste of sweet red wine.
Will you let me love you?
My angel mine.
I need control.
I require your all.
Do you want this to roll?
Please make the call.
For I need you now.
Can you tell me yes?
Can you teach me how?
I'll never be less.
The beauty of an angel.
The taste of sweet red wine.
Will you let me love you?
; My angel mine.
That song was for me. Ash Martin was writing a song about me. My hands covered the tears in my eyes and I said, "Thank you, Ash. It's beautiful."
"I want this to be the first release off the album." Strong arms encased me into a tight hold. His lips fell upon mine in a sweet, but heated kiss.
"That's amazing," I agreed. "It will make all of the girls cry and all the men envious of you."
He leaned back and chuckled, "They'll be envious once they see the video I have planned for the world to see."
"Why do I have the feeling that will involve me?" I'm not stupid. My song, my video. Crap! Could I even do that? Put myself on film, forever!
"You'll just have to wait and see," he smirked. I tapped his stomach and he returned the favor with a poke to my ribs. We were both laughing when David came into the room looking grim.
Ash automatically pulled me to his side protectively, "What's wrong?"
"Were you expecting a package?" he asked me directly.
"No, I haven't ordered anything lately," I replied, worried. "Why? David, what's going on?"
"There is a package in the driveway, with your name on it, sitting by the garage doors. If you're not expecting anything then I'm not sure you should be opening it. With the phone calls, now a package, I just don't feel comfortable. It's late and there are no cameras outside, so I need you all out of the house....like now."
The next few minutes were a bustle of activity. As a precaution, David contacted Phoenix police and they sent out some officers to assess what was going on. A car was brought for us, so that we could be gone before the vultures returned. Ash was holding on fairly well, although he kept me wrapped up in his big body while we were being moved to a private residence on Camelback Mountain. When I asked Ash where we were going, he just said, "A friend's house". I left it at that until we pulled into the circular driveway of a mansion done up in the beautiful style that is the desert southwest. Pale pink stucco and red clay tile roofs were pretty common around town, but the tropical landscaping made you feel like you were on a remote island somewhere.
The door opened and my steps faltered when I saw the gentleman at the door. I knew this man. He was record executive, Justin Rembrandt. He was the same guy who I'd talked to before the attack. His eyes softened when he took in me standing next to Ash. Justin sighed, "Hello Mary."
Ash stiffened and put a possessive hand around my waist. He had every reason too, because Justin Rembrandt could almost give Ash a run for his money in the looks department. Justin was tall and dark headed. He still kept a few days growth on his face, his eyes were blue and that million dollar smile still adorned his face.
"You know him," Ash growled next to me.
"Apparently, you do too," I replied.
Justin came forward to shake Ash's hand, and then took mine, but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back of my knuckles. Ash stiffened next to me, but Justin didn't seem to care. "Mary Montclair, how have you been?" I swear if I didn't know any better, I'd say Ash was trying to figure out how to get me to some soap and water to scrub that man's scent off of me.
"Worse," I admitted. "With all things considered, I'm actually doing quite well. Thank you for asking."
Justin ushered us inside his home. The goal was to only stay here until the package at my house was contained and its contents could be identified. His home was beautiful and elegant, and felt completely unlived in. There wasn't a spot of dust on the white furniture and I didn't want to sit on anything. His home was not as welcoming as he was.
"May I get you anything, Mary," he asked, pulling me out of the inspection of his home.
"No, thank you," I replied carefully. Ash was vibrating next to me. Jealousy was evident in his posture, and the way he hovered over me.
Justin nodded and left us in the sitting room, to wait out the scene at my house.
Gabe and Reed were steadily on the internet looking for any leaks, and of course it only took about thirty minutes before the news had hit the internet waves. The videos coming in were pretty hectic. We could see David and Eric talking to police in my front yard. My poor neighbors were gathered down the block, looking on at the disaster at my home.
Justin was back with a silver bucket that held ice and bottled water. He set it down in front of the guys and I noticed he had glass of his own, filled with an amber liquid.
Needing something to do, I walked to the back windows to look out on the beautiful landscaping in his back yard. More tropical features were out there. The yard was lit with soft walkway lights and some trees were lit up with their own spotlights. It was really beautiful.
"You should come swim when the weather is warmer. I've got all this room and no one to share it with." Justin had come up beside me, our shoulders almost touching. I sidestepped enough to get him out of my personal space, and wrapped my arms around myself. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Ash was on his phone and didn't notice Justin's presence.
"Thank you for the offer," I replied. How do you turn down a man like Justin? I'm betting not many women turned him down.
"Do you know anything about what's going on at your house yet?" He asked, but I don't think he really cared, because he was too busy fucking me with his eyes. It was sexy when Ash did it, but when Justin did it, I felt like I needed a bath.
"No," I sighed. "They'll call when they hear something."
"So," he started. "I heard about the surgery. Have you thought about going back into the studio?" He startled me a little with the question, and I don't blame him for wanting to see if I was still good at what I use to do, but I've come to the conclusion that my future as a singer was not going to happen.
"Justin," I rasped. "It's probably not going to happen. I still have months of therapy ahead of me. Ash is helping with it, but things are progressing slowly. It's hard to get through talking a paragraph, let alone singing one." I swallowed as if to emphasize my statement.
"Well," he placed a hand on my arm and rubbed up and down. "I'm so glad to see that you are on the mend. You look really good, Mary."
The moment he rubbed my arm, I jerked back, then noticed Ash watching us. He was up and around the couch in no time. I intercepted Ash about the time that Justin realized what he'd done was a bad idea.
"Why was he touching you," Ash growled. His hands replaced where Justin had touched me. Believe me, Ash's hands were warm compared to Justin's cold and clammy claws. Just because he was good looking, didn't mean he was going to touch me any other way.
"Ash, look at me," I grabbed his face with both hands and turned his face toward mine. I leaned in and pressed our noses together. "Justin was the producer I was to sign with before the attack. He's a flirt, and a creepy one at that. I. Am. Yours. Don't ever question that."
Telling him I was his seemed to tame the feral beast inside Ash. I pressed my lips to his and he closed his eyes and sighed. My phone sang out in my back pocket alerting me to a text, the same time Ash's phone started ringing.
While he answered the phone, I pulled up a picture from David.
I stood there in shock.
And I dropped my phone.
Then I collapsed.
Ash
"Mary!" I slung my phone at Gabe and he grabbed it as I fell to the floor to catch Mary. Something on the phone David sent Mary frightened her so bad that she lost consciousness. David had just told me that they found an old teddy bear in the box and that he'd sent her a picture to see if she could identify it.
She came too quickly and tried to sit up, "Oh, fuck! Ash! Ash! That was my fucking teddy bear!" She was shaking and backing away from everyone to crawl up the wall, so she could stand. She was completely losing all control. This was bad. My angel had learned to control her feelings over the past few weeks and she was doing so well. This may have just set her back five years.
"Explain," I demanded as I forced her to look me directly in the eyes. My tone touched a part of her that I knew she'd understand that
I meant business and that she had to get her control back. This was important.
"The Parnell's gave me that the day I moved in with them," she pointed toward her phone that Reed was now holding in his hand.
Gabe's phone rang and I could hear a frantic Liana on the other line, but I couldn't make out what she said. "Wait, wait, wait, Liana! Slow down. Ok. Ok.," he paused. "Reed, Liana is sending a picture to you. She received a package today with a scrap of cloth in it. Says there's a note asking to deliver it to Mary." Reed pulled out his phone and turned the photo to Mary.
There was a piece of material about six inches square and had baby blue flowers against a white background. There was a dried brown spots on it.
Mary cried out, and broke free from me hollering "bathroom". Justin pointed down the hall and she went flying into the room slamming the door. I was in not two seconds behind her. She was on her knees, throwing up into the toilet.
"Angel," I sank to my knees and pulled the hair off her neck. "You have to tell me something."
"That is the fabric from the shirt I was wearing the day I was attacked! Oh, God, Liana!" She lunged for the door, but Reed was there to stop her.
Her grabbed her by the shoulders and said, "What did you say?"
"Send someone to get Liana! Please! He knows where she lives! He sent her my shirt! Please Reed, if you love her like I know you do....P...please go get her."
There was half a second of what-the-fuck coming out of Gabe, before Reed snatched up the keys to the SUV and was out the door, Gabe hot on his heels. Kane was on the phone with David and I collapsed on the couch with Mary in my arms. Justin was on his phone as well, with who I didn't know, nor did I care.
"Okay," Kane began. "The house has been cleared. We can go back when we're ready. There's going to be an officer posted there to clear out anyone, other than who Eric has authorized."
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