by Measha Stone
“I am going to show you how to wait for me properly.” He removed his hand and stepped away from her. “Get on your knees, Ellie.”
She swallowed what would have most likely been a smartass retort and licked her lips. It didn’t take her long to decide it was probably in her best interest to obey him and slide to her knees. She sat her ass on her heels and bent her head back to keep looking up at him.
Fuck. No woman existed anywhere as beautiful and vulnerable as her in that moment. His dick ached to be inside her.
“Good, now spread your knees.” He wiggled his booted foot between them. “Shoulder-width apart. I want to see your pussy when you’re kneeling for me.”
She huffed but didn’t resist him as he went about positioning her. Squatting, he grabbed one arm then the next, placing her hands on her knees. “If I’ve instructed you to wait for me in my room, this is how I expect to find you. Legs open, palms down, and head bowed.”
“Like some toy waiting to be played with?” she asked with more bark than bite. He could smell her arousal already, and if he touched her pussy, he had no doubt he’d find her wet for him.
“Not exactly. But I suppose that’s what it seems like.” He patted her head and stood.
He left her kneeling at the foot of his bed and went about undressing. Her gaze burned him as he moved around the room, removing his shirt, his boots, his jeans. Her breathing picked up, too, but he doubted she even realized it.
Stripped to his boxers he returned to her and lifted her chin with his hand. “Very good.” He smiled at her and found the hard edge of her stare softening with his approval.
Fuck. If she understood her own reactions, she’d be pissed as hell. The thought made him chuckle.
“Get up on the bed.” He watched her scramble up to her feet and take the few steps to the bed. “Lie down, Ellie.” He sighed. Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, she eyed him. “I’m not going to eat you,” he promised, immediately knowing he would in fact devour the delicious woman lying on his bed.
He climbed up to lie beside her. His cock pressed against her hip, no way around her feeling it, and he didn’t give a shit if she felt it anyway.
“Close your eyes,” he said, waiting until she obeyed before continuing.
He ran his fingers over her skin, such soft, smooth skin. No tan tinted her creamy coloring. Her nipples stood erect for him, and he hadn’t even touched them yet.
Oh, she had no idea how her reactions pleased him.
Leaning over her, he took one nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the peak. He held back his growl of pleasure at her moan.
“arms at your sides, stay out of my way,” he ordered when one hand moved to rest on her stomach.
He moved his attentions to her other breast, and did groan when her pleasure filled-moan reached his ears. He ran his tongue through the valley of her breasts, down her trembling stomach, until he reached the small patch of auburn hair.
Ash brought one leg toward him, giving him better access to the pussy before him. He checked to be sure her eyes were still closed, and grinned at her when he found her staring at him.
“Such a naughty girl. I said to keep your eyes closed.”
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Ellie sucked in a breath with his words. She had been naughty. He’d ordered her to keep her eyes closed, but when his tongue reached her mons, she couldn’t anymore. She needed to see him.
His devious glare didn’t do much in the way of comforting her at the moment. When he pulled her legs farther apart, she had to forcibly tell herself not to arch her damn hips at him.
The tickle of his beard mingled with the warm wetness of his tongue awoke her need for him.
“What should I do with you?” His lips spread into a calculating grin. He moved onto the bed, kneeling between her legs and peering up the length of her.
His gaze wandered over her, scathing her skin as he made his way up to her breasts and back down to her wanting sex. She could easily make out his erection pressing against the black cotton of his boxers. Her tongue ran along her lip while hinking about the long, thick cock she’d seen the morning before when he changed his clothes in front of her..
Her hunger matched his.
“I didn’t mean to peek.” Argh, she sounded pathetic. She tried to clear her throat, to wiggle out from beneath his stare. It took only his hand flattening on her thigh for her to completely still.
“That doesn’t really change the fact you did.”
His fingers curled into her flesh. She winced, and a small sound escaped her.
“Fuck. Yes,” he said in a low growl. He closed his eyes and dug his nails harder into her thigh. When she gasped with the pain, he released her, opening his eyes to showcase his aroused state. It wasn’t just his cock ready for her; his entire body emitted sexuality.
He moved from her thigh, leaving little crescent moon marks behind.
It shouldn’t excite her, the small bite of pain he introduced to her. She should shove him away with her feet and run for her room. Instead, she lay beneath him as his hand covered her pussy.
“I think I know how to teach you.” He spread her lips wide, exposing her clit. Sliding to his belly, he lowered his head and sucked her swollen nub between his teeth.
“Ah!” She started to sit, but his arms wrapped around her pelvis kept her from getting away.
He bit down, scraping his teeth against the oversensitive part.
“Ash!” she cried out, arching her hips up at him. His hot tongue lashed at her before he dragged his teeth along her again.
She gripped the quilt in her fists and threw her head back. The pain blended with the pressure building in her belly. She wouldn’t last much longer. She was going to explode again.
Leaving her at the cusp of another orgasm, he pulled away, licking his lips and grinning at her again.
“Oh, not yet, Ellie. You won’t get another one until you’ve learned who controls this body.”
He unraveled one arm from her waist and thrust two fingers into her aching passage.
She sucked in her breath, not wanting to give him the reaction he seemed to want. He could wait for it. Except, he knew her body. He could read her in an unacceptable manner. When he curledhis fingers, she groaned and felt the edge of heaven barreling down on her again.
“Uh, uh.” He raised his eyebrows, the damn smile still lingering on his lips. He stopped stroking and just stared at her.
“Ash. Please.” She moved up her elbows. He still had her pinned, so she couldn’t get away from him.
“Oh, begging. I like begging.” He winked and curled his fingers again.
“Fuck. Yes. Like that.” She nodded, tossing her head back and gritting her teeth. If he would just keep it up, the pressure on the exact spot, she’d be done for.
A third digit joined in, but he stopped moving.
“Fuck my fingers,” he ordered.
She darted her gaze to his. He had to be kidding. If she was going to fuck anything, it was going to be his cock. How she wanted his thick cock inside her.
“Go on. Show me how you’ll fuck my cock.” He readjusted his position, letting go of her waist.
She glimpsed at her body, where he stroked her with such demanding heat. Small movements at first, but she began to wiggle, until her body obeyed his command.
He never took his eyes off of his fingers disappearing into her pussy and reappearing.
She’d never witnessed the act before. Even on nights when she took matters into her own hands, she never watched herself. Just seeing him lick his lips, seeing his nostrils flare with lust made her pussy wetter and hungrier for him. For his cock, not his damn fingers.
She’d had enough of the inferior substitution.
“Good. So fucking good.” He removed them and locked eyes with her while he sucked the juices from his digits.
She swallowed.
“Ash, please.
” She gave a pointed look at the straight-edge tent of his boxers.
He laughed, obviously not ready to give her what she wanted. Grabbing her hand, he brought her toward him, pushing her palm against his hardness.
Warm and so thick. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, gauging his reactions to see if she went too far. If she overstepped, he might pull away, not give her what she needed.
He closed his eyes with a growl when she began to stroke him through his boxers.
“Fuck, woman.” He yanked her hand away and shoved off his boxers. She bit her lower lip and made to grab him again, but he brushed her off. “Back. Get on your fucking back,” he demanded and shoved her shoulders until she fell flat to the mattress.
In a swift movement, he was on top of her, his cock pressed against her entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you senseless, Ellie. And you are going to be a good girl and take it.”
“Yes, Ash. Yes.” She touched his shoulders. The head of his cock eased into her pussy, stretching and filling her as he slipped into her. She tried to arch up, to take him in faster but he chuckled and stilled.
“Still don’t understand, do you?” he said, pinning her hands over her head. “’It’s okay. I love teaching you.” With a pained expression, he gingerly pushed into her cunt. Nowhere near the amount of force she expected or wanted from him.
She moaned and bent her knees, pulling them up toward her chest.
He rolled his head back. “Fuck. Ellie.” His control slipped, and he thrust hard into her, until his balls slapped her ass.
She gasped at the sudden fullness.
Her wrists ached beneath the pressure of his grip, but it could not compare to the ache in her cunt when he stopped moving again.
“Ash,” she groaned. She wanted to fight him, to scratch and kick at him. How could he get her body to respond to him so fucking easily and with such wanton lust and not help her through it.
“There’s my girl.” He bent and kissed her. A fierce, possessive kiss. He nipped at her lip until she opened for him. His tongue swept in just as he pulled back and thrust his cock into her again.
It went on like this. A nip, a kiss, a nuzzle, and a thrust. Over and over again until her mind felt likely to unravel with desire.
“Ash, please.”
“Please, what, Ellie?”
If she had to say it, she might break from the embarrassment. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying his torture, his fucking. Her plan to be tolerant of his touch had fallen out the window the moment his eyes landed on her when she stepped out of the bathroom.
He’d seemed relieved, almost happy to see her.
Damn him. He confused her.
“Ash, please,” she repeated her plea. She searched his expression for a crack in his resolve, revealing a spark of kindness.
“Ask me, ask me and I’ll decide.” He pulled almost completely out of her and remained there. Just the round head of his cock remained seated in her. The emptiness grew to unbearable heights.
“Please, Ash. Will you please fuck me? Hard?” Approval spread across his eyes.
His hair fell over his face, brushing her cheeks, and his nose pressed against hers.
“Say pretty please.” His low voice came at her in a growl.
Moving slightly forward, she moaned again. She needed him, needed to feel every inch of him.
His silvery blue eyes pierced her. She’d never win this battle, and she wanted the spoils more than the victory.
“Pretty please,” she whispered. “Sir,” she added.
Ash kissed her hard, pressing her lips into her teeth and sucking the breath from her before coming up for air.
“Fuck, Ellie. Come hard for me, baby. Come hard.” He released her hands and gripped her hips, taking away any gentleness he’d bestowed upon her.
The bed creaked, their moans mingled, and the sounds of his body slapping against hers filled the room. She drew her legs up, flanking his sides while he plowed into her.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chanted as his body slammed into hers.
“Come, Ellie. Be a good girl and come.” He reached between them, brushing her clit lightly, then pinching it.
“Oh Fuck! Ash!” She screamed, her release tensing every fiber of her body. Waves of pleasure smashed inside her while he continued to fuck her hard.
“That’s it. Come for me, my girl.” Two hard strokes, and he stilled.
As her orgasm ebbed slowly, the throbbing of his cock replaced the waves of pleasure. His heavy breaths washed over her face as he took a moment to compose himself.
He kissed the tip of her nose then slid out of her body, her pussy already missing and wanting him to come back to her. Rolling to her side, he snaked his arm beneath her and pulled her to his chest.
His cum leaked from her body, smearing across her thighs, but she made no move to get up to clean herself, finding comfort in the deep movements of his chest as he breathed.
After several long moments passed, he patted her shoulder and gestured for her to get up.
“Off to bed, Ellie.” He threw his legs over the side of the bed and snatched his boxers.
She sat up, covering her breasts with her arm, and frowned as he pulled up the briefs. He tucked his hair behind his ears and raised his eyebrows, as though questioning her.
“Bed, Ellie,” he said, jerking a thumb at the adjoining door.
He was kicking her out of his room? After he’d just fucked her three ways from Sunday?
If he was hoping for a reaction, a fight, he could just hold his damn breath. She would be damned if she gave him one ounce of emotion. It was a fuck. Nothing else.
She’d just given herself to the man who wanted her father dead. Sure, she was fulfilling her part of the deal. Her life for his. Her body for her father’s. But she wasn’t supposed to fucking enjoy it. She shouldn’t have come so damn hard. Seeing stars, barely able to breath, wanting it never to end. She’d acted like a fucking whore.
As she gathered up the clothes she’d left piled on the ottoman and padded to her room, she realized exactly what her place was.
She was a whore. His whore.
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CHAPTER NINE
Ash found Ellie standing at the front door, arguing with Daniel. He hadn’t been looking for her; he was just walking through the house trying to find a moment of peace.
The morning meetings with staff and financial advisors left him with a dull ache behind his eyes. Numbers had never been his friends, and staring at ledgers and balance sheets for over an hour only reminded him of that fact. Maybe if he hadn’t ditched out on all the math classes in high school, he may not emerge from those meetings ready to drive an icepick through his eye.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t go anywhere unless you have permission from Ash, and he hasn’t given it.” Daniel held his hands out, warding her off from the front door.
As Ellie dodged around him for the doorknob, the few books she held in her arms slipped out of her grasp.
“I know, but I don’t know where your lord and master is, and since I can’t go into the secret building, I can’t find him,” she argued, bending to get the spilled books.
Ash stopped a few steps behind her, enjoying the view of her muscular legs and ass when she bent to gather her things. He’d had most of her things brought from her apartment, but when he observed the condition of her clothing up close, irritation bloomed.
Fashion didn’t mean a damn thing to him. Which worked well, considering the majority of those in his employ worked with their clothes off. But he knew outdated and over worn fabric when he saw it. The flimsy romper she wore with her brown strappy sandals reminded him of something dusted off in a bargain bin five years ago.
“Dammit. Don’t you have a walkie talkie or something? I just want to go to class, not escape. I’ll come back.” She threw her free hand in the air and juggled the books in her other arm to keep them from toppling again.
“Class?” Ash’s curiosity was caught. Peter had told him she took at least one class a semester at the university on the other side of town, but he’d assumed she wouldn’t continue after the change in her lifestyle.
Ellie’s body tensed, both arms wrapped around her books. Did she think he would steal them from her?
When she turned around, he expected to see a bit of annoyance at being stopped at the door. What flashed before him was hurt. When her eyes met his, he could see it. It didn’t last; she masked it immediately, but he witnessed it.
A pang struck his chest, but he shook it off.
“What class?” He pointed to the books in her hands. She could grip them as tightly as she wanted. They both knew if he wanted them—he would just take them.
She didn’t answer him, but eased the books away from her chest to show him the cover of one.
“Italian Baroque Art. Edition one,” he read out loud. “This is what your studying? Art?” He gave Daniel a subtle nod to dismiss him and folded his arms. She seemed to give him straight answers when he towered.
“This semester, yes.” She pressed the books close to her chest.
For a brief moment, his mind flashed the image of her lying on her back on his bed, her arms pulled over her head and her tits pressing against his chest while he thrust into her. Just a brief moment of weakness before he shoved the memory away, but it was enough wake his cock.
“Do you have a declared major, or are you just winging it?” He’d never gone to college; his father dunked him right into the business after high school. Completely against his mother’s wishes, but her opinion rarely counted when it came to Ash’s upbringing. He supposed he was lucky his father let him graduate high school before bringing him to his first business meeting.
“Art is my major. Well, it’s not really a major. I mean it is, but the degree doesn’t really mean anything. When my father retires, I’ll take over—” Her words dropped heavy between them, and she averted his gaze. “I would have taken over the coffee shop,” she added.