by Measha Stone
Ellie couldn’t take her eyes off Ash as he spoke with Peter. If she did, she would take stock of the blonde. And doing so would only tighten her chest even more. The dull ache annoyed her enough as it was.
She reminded herself of her position. How could she have forgotten? Why did her mind continue to find some good in all this mess she was in. Ash wasn’t her boyfriend, or even a friend. He was her owner. He owned her until she could repay him or worked off the money.
Ash and Peter finished their discussion, the blonde not giving Ellie a second of notice while hanging on Ash’s arm. With one last glance at Ellie, Ash handed the blonde off to Peter. Together they strolled into the Annex.
Ellie stood in the rose garden scrutinizing Ash. His hair hung loose around his shoulders again, and he’d replaced his suit with a casual button-down shirt and jeans.
On instinct, she took a small step back when he moved in her direction. Fire built in his glare as he approached her.
She hadn’t done anything wrong. Why should she shrink away?
Thrusting a determined chin upward, she set her jaw, readying for him.
“I’m going out for the night,” he announced when he reached her.
Ellie’s gaze flicked from the door the blonde had disappeared through to him. She didn’t appreciate his arrogant grin and considered giving his beard a good yank to show him.
“Well. Have fun.” She forced a smile. If he wanted to go out, that was his business. Not hers. She didn’t care where he went, what he did, or who he did—shit—who he spent time with.
“I’ll be home at midnight, and I’ll expect you to be waiting for me in my room.”
He’d spend the night flirting with blondie and get himself good and riled then come home to fuck her? No way.
“Sorry. My bedtime is ten.” She tried to step around him, but he caught her arm and pulled her against his side.
“Your bedtime is when I say it is. Midnight, or I’ll come get you, and punish you first.” He lowered his voice so much, if she hadn’t been completely focused on him, she wouldn’t have heard him.
“Can’t your date take care of you?” She bit her tongue. Dammit. That question should have stayed in her head.
He chuckled and loosened his grip on her arm, maneuvering her until she faced him again. Cupping her chin, he drew her mouth up to meet his.
What started out as a warm brush of lips, quickly deepened to another possessive mark on her skin. When he pulled away, her toes tingled and her lungs decided to take some time off.
He brushed the tip of his nose against hers.
“You’re jealous.”
“I am not. You can fuck whoever you want.” She had to admit her outburst lacked conviction. Could the tension in her chest actually be jealousy?
No.
He was wrong.
He had to be.
He tugged her earlobe. “I don’t like when you use that word unless my cock is buried in your tight pussy.”
She swallowed hard. His words shouldn’t be making her react. Repulsive. His crudeness should be repulsive.
So why the hell did she find her pussy starting to dampen beneath his gaze?
“Your date is waiting.” She retreated from his touch.
His smile grew when he looked back at the house. “Midnight, Ellie.”
She watched him saunter inside, promising herself it would rain dollar bills before she cheapened herself any further by kneeling in his room and waiting for him like some damn puppy.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
The house was dark when Ash returned home. He removed his jacket, tossed it on an armchair in the foyer, and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up.
Five minutes until midnight. Was Ellie already in position, or was she pacing around the room trying to convince herself not to obey him?
When he had walked into the garden with Arabella on his arm, he had expected to have a quick word with Peter. He didn’t see Ellie until Peter shifted his position. And then, there she stood, relaxed and casual, talking with his cousin.
No stress lines wrinkled her forehead. No tension visible in her body.
Ash hadn’t meant for Ellie to see Arabella, but it was too late. She had, and the little hellcat had become jealous. That idea made the rest of the evening go by much easier. Even listening to mindless prattle meant to kiss ass and lube the sale had been more tolerable.
Ellie had been jealous.
But would she be obedient was the more pertinent question.
He made his way up the stairs to his room. The house never felt very warm growing up; his father didn’t allow anyone other than immediate family to stay inside. Luckily for Ash, he’d allowed his mother to remain in the house. When he needed her, he didn’t have to go into the Annex to find her.
Since his father died, and he took over, Ash had offered a set of rooms to Peter and a few other men who spent more time on the grounds than at their own homes. Only Peter took him up on the offer, and he moved into the suite of rooms on the third floor. If he was home, Ash wouldn’t know. The house had been built sturdy, and very little could be heard from room to room.
Which would work beautifully tonight. He doubted Ellie would want anyone to hear what he had planned for her.
He entered his room.
Ellie sat on the edge of his bed, not in position, but she was in the room. He’d give her some credit for that. But not much.
The click of the door closing sounded louder than usual. Maybe because she was staring at him with those doe eyes of hers. The same expression as the night she arrived. A mingling of fear and furiousness.
“You aren’t in the correct position,” he stated with a firm voice.
“I’m here.”
“Might as well not be if you aren’t going to follow your directions. I’m going to take a shower. When I get out, either be in the correct position or bend over the bed and be ready for your ass to be lit up with my belt.”
Her eyes widened, and she stood, fists clenched, all the softness she’d had with Peter nowhere to be seen.
“Is that your solution to everything? Someone doesn’t pay you so you beat them. Someone doesn’t obey completely so you beat them, too?”
Ash took a deep breath and ran his tongue over his teeth. She had a way of crawling under his skin and bringing his temper to the surface with so little effort.
“Why are you here, Ellie?” he asked.
“You told me—”
“No. Why are you here in my house? Why are your things in the next room, and why are you living here now?”
He would take responsibility for every act he took, but he would not allow her to continue blaming him for her presence or her fucking position in his life. He had enough evil deeds to pile against him, but that wasn’t one of them.
Color drained from her cheeks, and her hands loosened at her sides. She wasn’t even naked. She still wore the damn romper he’d seen her in earlier.
“Because you were going to hurt my father.” She raised her chin.
“Go on.” He gestured. “Then why are you here and not him?”
Her throat, begging him to wrap his hand around the gentle area, constricted with a swallow.
“I offered to work off his debt. To take his place.” If words could actually choke a person, he would have to worry for her safety. But he wasn’t letting the victim card be used anymore.
“And when you came to me, begging me to take his place… Did I make it seem like you’d be washing dishes for the next few years?” He remembered vividly shoving his fingers into her hot, wet pussy in his office. No. He’d been clear.
Her eyes flittered away. “N-no. You didn’t,”
“You showed up uninvited, and I took you up on your offer. Isn’t that right?”
She bit her lips and nodded.
“I don’t hear so good when you don’t use your damn words, Ellie. Speak.”
“Yes.�
� If she could have yelled it, he figured she would have, but having to realize her situation was completely her own doing probably took the wind right out of her sails.
“Then why the fuck are you standing here in my room, still clothed, and not on your damn knees like you were told to be?” He could have gentled his voice, but the little spark of fear his tone evoked in her expression couldn’t be passed up.
Her graceful fingers moved up to the row of buttons on her romper, but she didn’t meet his gaze.
Not moving a muscle, he watched her disrobe. She hadn’t worn a bra under the romper, so as soon as she peeled away the top portion, her breasts bounced free. So soft and supple, he had to force himself not to go to her and hold them, cup them in his hand, and kiss them until his cock forgave him for not coming home earlier.
She hooked her thumbs into the rolled fabric and pushed it over her hips, letting it pool at her feet before stepping out. She picked up the one piece and draped it on the bed before bringing her hair from behind her. The length almost covered her breasts, but not quite.
Although, naked, she still hadn’t moved into position.
“You realize I have to punish you, now,” he said, enjoying her little jump when his voice sliced through the silence.
“Yeah,” she whispered, her hands moving behind her and rubbing her ass. Undoubtedly an act done from the memory of her previous spanking. But a spanking would be too easy, too childish for her degree of defiance.
He walked past her, making sure he brushed her bare arm as he went for his toy chest. Grabbing the leather restraints from the top drawer he stepped behind her.
Her emotions boiled near the surface, and he was glad she’d never had reason to learn how to hide them.
Wrapping the leather bindings around each of her wrists came natural to him. It should have been like any other woman’s wrist. Curl the leather around the delicate skin, slip the strip through the buckle and secure it. Yet, when his fingers touched her wrist, a tingling shot through his body.
He stared at the back of her once she was secured; she wiggled her wrists, testing the endurance of her bonds. They’d hold. They held stronger women then her, during more intense scenes, but she couldn’t know that. She didn’t know what was coming and had no idea what she had really signed up for when she made her offering that first night.
He wouldn’t think about it right now. Right now, he had to get her on her knees.
“Down.” He pressed on her shoulder until she moved to the floor, her feet having to slide under the bed since he hadn’t let her move from where she stood.
He rounded her and squatted until they were eye to eye.
“I wanted to come up here and fuck you senseless. Let you come hard and wear you out with it, but instead you were defiant. Tried to take away my pleasure. So, that’s what’s going to happen to you.”
She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip and remained silent.
“I’m going to take your pleasure away from you. And every time you beg me for it, every time you feel like you’re going to die without it, I want you to remember all you had to do to get it was to be obedient.”
Her expression flattened. She could try to hide from what they were going to do all she wanted, but he wouldn’t let her. And she couldn’t. She may never have had a paddle put to her ass, or been told to kneel before her boyfriend, but she craved it. He could sense it inside her. The joy shining in her eyes when he smiled with approval, the tinge of fear when she tried to be defiant; she couldn’t hide the natural reactions.
He stood to his full height and unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off and tossing it to the floor. When his hands came to his buckle, her eyes widened and her lips pinched together. Maybe she thought he was still going to spank her.
“Open your mouth, Ellie.” He finished unbuckling the thick leather belt and undid his jeans, pulling out his hard-as-stone cock and letting it wobble in front of her lips.
She stared at it, hungry and determined. He gathered her hair, holding it in a ponytail in his fist.
“Open your mouth wide.” He yanked, and she parted her lips with a resounding yelp. “There. Now. Your mouth is going to act as a pussy, and how do I fuck a pussy?”
He dragged her back until her eyes met his, her neck elongated from her position. Fuck, he wanted to squeeze her throat, just enough to get that stripe of fear again, just enough for her to look at him with longing and concern.
But he held back.
“H-hard?” she asked.
“Real hard. Keep your mouth open, swallow when my cock hits your throat, and make sure your tongue is sticking out. You’ll choke a little less.”
He didn’t wait for her agreement or for her to understand his directions before thrusting all the way into her mouth. When the head of his dick hit the back of her throat, she gagged, coughed, but he didn’t pull out. He relented just enough for her to take a breath before plowing forward again.
“Swallow.” He ground out the order. His cock inched down her throat. And when he felt the muscles there constrict around him, he almost lost his load right then.
“Good girl.” He grinned at her. She peered up at him; a tear slipped down her cheek. Fucking beautiful.
He pulled back and let her take a deep breath. “Again,” he ordered and pushed forward until he was in her throat. “Stick your tongue out.” He tugged on her hair.
She moved her tongue, pushing it out and licking the underside of his cock.
“Good fucking girl,” he cheered her on and pulled out again.
“I’m going fuck you hard now, and I’m not going to stop until I spill every drop of my cum into your throat. Swallow all of it, or you’ll be licking it up. Got it?” He held her face with his free hand, wiping another runaway tear away with his thumb.
“Yes, sir,” she answered.
His knees buckled beneath the weight of her words. Sir. Could a sound really stroke a man’s cock?
He gripped her hair harder and jerked her back until her head was pushed against the edge of the bed. Bracing himself with a hand on the mattress he forced his cock past her tongue and down her throat again.
She swallowed and sputtered as he began to move into her throat.
“Oh fuck,” he growled, letting go of her hair and using both hands to steady himself on the bed. Effectively pinned between him and the furniture, she had nowhere to go while he fucked her throat.
She gagged, but he didn’t release her. Drool leaked out, running down his balls and dripping to the floor. He’d make her lick that up. The mental visual pushed him right over the brink.
Her tongue lashed out beneath his shaft. She swallowed and coughed.
“Fuck. Here it comes, Ellie. Oh. Fuck.” He grabbed her head, cradling her face with his hands, and thrust forward one last time. His balls tightened just before his orgasm ripped through him. He spurt his cum into her mouth, down her throat. She stilled, not coughing anymore, only swallowing several times in succession, trying to take every ounce of his seed.
“Fuck,” he sighed. As he gazed down at her, his cock nearly filled again for her. Tears streaked her cheeks, her eyes glistened with the unshed tears, and his cock still perched in her mouth.
He slid his dick out free, and saliva spilled from her lips. With her hands bound behind her, she couldn’t wipe off the spit; he wouldn’t have let her anyway.
Holding his cock up, out of the way, he pointed to the mess she’d made on his balls. “Lick this up,” he ordered.
Something close to rage flashed in her eyes, but she obeyed anyway. She leaned in and ran her tongue over his balls until she’d wiped away the slobber.
When she leaned back on her heels, he picked up her romper from the bed and used it to clean the mess off her chin and her chest. She’d made a proper mess of herself while taking her face fucking.
He couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect.
She’d been so good for him. But her punishment was far from over.
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CHAPTER TWELVE
Ellie sucked in a breath, taking in as much air as she could while Ash stepped away from her.
If his intention was to humiliate her, he hadn’t succeeded. She supposed she should have been at least embarrassed, having him fuck her throat with such force. But the harder he thrust, the harder her clit pulsed.
She needed his touch, or his cock, anything to take away the ache and the hunger he created with his “punishment.” Maybe he didn’t understand the way punishments were supposed to work? Or maybe he used the word to make the moment more erotic but wouldn’t really deliver it.
After all, he’d spanked her hard but made her come right afterward. And now all he’d done was make her hungry for more, more of his cock, more of his tongue, more of his touch. He’d made her horny, not sorry.
“Get on the bed, naughty girl.” Ash undid the clasp between her wrist restraints. The leather cuffs were heavy on her arms. The grip comforted her, though. Strange that being tied would center her focus.
She climbed up on the bed and lay flat when he motioned her to do so. He retrieved the vibrator from his drawer and sat on the bed beside her.
“Spread your thighs. Show me your soaking wet pussy.” His words sank hard into her psyche. Such crass talk, yet she found herself obeying without hesitation. Obedience would get her what she wanted; that’s what Peter had told her. And, at the moment, she wanted the vibrator to kiss her clit.
With a small twist of the base, the vibrator sprang to life. He brought it close to her pussy, but not touching, not even close enough for her inch down and make it touch.
“You may not come without permission,” he announced with raised eyebrows.
She nodded, keeping her gaze glued to the humming toy held just out of reach.
Yes. Yes. Fine. She’d wait for him to give his almighty approval, just so long as he touched her.