BEAST

by Measha Stone

  She seemed confused by his roughness, but her body responded immediately.

  “Last night, after I punished you, your pussy ached for me to fuck you, didn’t it?” he asked as he led her outside the double doors to one of the three play rooms in the Annex.

  “What?” She turned her head away. “No.”

  Lying didn’t come easy to her, and he never failed to know when she performed the act.

  “Hmmm. That’s the second time this morning you’ve tried lying to me. I’m going to give you another chance.” He pressed his back to the door, folding his arms over his chest, and glared at her. With his short sleeves, his tattooed arms looked menacing, and he’d left his hair down again. She seemed to respond better to him when he did. “How badly did you want me to ram my cock into you after I whipped you and caned you?”

  When she tried to turn away again, he grabbed her chin and held her firmly in his hand. She blinked a few times but couldn’t hide her dilated pupils or control the quickness of her breathing.

  “I did,” she said, as though confessing the greatest sin a woman could commit. “It made no sense. You hurt me so bad, my bottom burned and stung and felt swollen, but I did. I wanted you to—I wanted you.”

  A smile grew over his lips. Such a beauty, this girl of his. So open and honest, even when she wanted to hide her reactions, her body listened to him.

  “I’m not sorry I hurt you. You deserved your punishment, and I think you know that.”

  “I did. I’m sorry I barged into your party. Will Marcus cause you trouble, now?”

  After everything that happened, she worried about Marcus stirring up problems for him.

  He released her chin, smoothing her hair over her shoulder.

  “Nothing I can’t handle.”

  “What were you going to show?”

  He grinned again and twisted the door handle behind his back. “I’m going to show you why these women look for long-term contracts. Why these women are here at the Annex willingly.”

  The door opened, and he took a step inside, gesturing for her to follow him.

  “I’m going to show you not all pain is for punishment.”

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  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Ellie stepped inside. Not having any expectations, she shouldn’t have been shocked. And she wasn’t, not really. More surprised at what surrounded her.

  The dark décor matched the rest of Ash’s estate. But the furniture made this room different. A spanking bench, a cross, and a leather-upholstered table.

  Her heart jackhammered as she took in the room. Her pussy already began to respond. The ambiance chanted sex. The fading soreness of her ass was long forgotten as she approached the spanking bench and ran her fingers over the fine black leather.

  “Take your clothes off, Ellie.” Ash’s dark voice shook her from her own fanciful thoughts. He shut the door and locked it before peeling off his T-shirt.

  The man had too many tattoos to count, and his muscular build only cemented her arousal. He left his jeans and boots on and met her at the table.

  “I didn’t stutter, did I?” The demand hung there, right in front of her face. If she didn’t comply, he’d make her, and if he made her, there wouldn’t be as much fun for her. And she had no doubt he wanted her to have fun.

  Unwilling to deny herself after having waited all night for his touch, she quickly pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders and shoved it down, stepping out and plucking it from the floor. She’d worn one of the items he’d made her buy the day before. A simple dress, brand new and carrying a major label, that cost him more money than she made in a week at the coffeehouse.

  “No bra or panties this morning?” he asked with a grin and raised brow.

  Her face flamed. He made her do that too often.

  “The panties hurt,” she answered honestly. The fabric rubbing against her bottom had been irritating.

  “Come here and bend over the edge of the table. I want to check the cane markings from last night.” He stepped to the side and patted the spot he wanted her.

  She’d seen them herself after her shower. Long welts crossed her ass, but none had broken skin. She wondered how many women he had to practice on before he could deliver such a sweltering caning without producing any scars.

  The leather of the table cooled her heated skin when she laid her chest against it. She pillowed her hands beneath her head and held her breath, feeling his eyes on her.

  Feather touches across her ass and a soft tsking of his tongue.

  “Such a naughty girl, you were,” he whispered, lightly touching one of the welts. “I won’t spank you today, then. There are still raised marks from the cane. It has to be more than a little sore.” He pressed down on the stripe, and she hissed, rising onto her toes.

  He chuckled.

  “Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart for me.” He removed his hand from her and waited. She froze. She couldn’t do that. He asked too much. Spread her ass cheeks apart so he could see her most intimate, private parts?

  It was all fine for him to touch her, and fuck her, but to stare at her, to examine those part of her asked too much.

  But to deny him, to disobey again, would be asking for more punishment. And she didn’t want any more of those. The choice didn’t seem to be any choice at all.

  She reached back, burying her face into the leather to hide herself from her own actions, and gripped her cheeks.

  “Wider, Ellie,” he chastised when she made only a small amount of progress. “Remember, I’m teaching you a lesson here. And it’s a good lesson, so I would suggest you obey my commands.”

  Moaning, she moved her hands, feeling the cool air brush over her pucker and her pussy.

  “Good girl.” He placed a hand on her hip.

  She started when his tongue touched her pussy entrance.

  “Fuck you taste good.” He kissed her ass cheek. “You are already so wet for me, and all I did was take away your clothes and make you show me your asshole.”

  His crudeness only amplified her embarrassment.

  “Did you get wet while were talking about the girls? Does the idea of a woman being so powerful in her own sexuality she would sell herself to a man in order to get what she wanted make you burn? Or was it the idea she would be subjected to his whims, have to follow his rules, have to submit to his will?”

  A thick finger slowly worked its way into her pussy, and she moaned with the pleasure of it. It wasn’t enough, though. She wanted more.

  “Answer me, Ellie.”

  Oh. He wanted her to respond? How the hell could she do that? She couldn’t actually admit that the idea of submitting, of obeying someone turned her on. Not after how much she’d resisted him.

  “Or did you want the lesson to end?”

  Another finger slid in, and he scissored them, stretching her with each thrust.

  “Both,” she called out when he started to retreat. “They both excite me.” She groaned after giving her confession.

  “Good girl.” His tongue swiped across her clit, and he thrust his fingers in harder. “Okay, now up and on your back.” He tapped her hip.

  She didn’t want to get on her back. She wanted him to keep licking her, and fuck her just like she was. But he made the rules, and he handed out the consequences.

  Once she lay on the table, he spread her legs and wrapped his arms around her thighs, yanking her to the edge. She winced against the pain of the leather rubbing her ass, but he didn’t seem to care.

  He wouldn’t apologize for the punishment, and she doubted he would take it much easier on her today because of the soreness. Though he did say he wouldn’t spank her until the welts healed.

  Drawers opened below her, and she could hear him rummaging around. When he popped back up, he cradled a coil of hemp rope. He undid the tie and let the end of the rope fall.

  She lay mute as he positioned her arms over her head, securing them with c
uffs and the rope to D-rings on the table. Her legs were parted, almost painfully so, to a split formation and the rope wound around her thighs. He tethered the end of to the table behind her head.

  She was completely bound, unable to move, and spread out so he could do whatever he wished to any part of her chest, her belly, or her pussy.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed as he stood between her legs.

  He bent over and brought his face to her pussy, pulling her lips far apart and exposing her wanting clit. His silvery eyes level with hers, he flicked the swollen nub with his tongue.

  Ellie closed her eyes at the pleasure coursing through her with the simple touch, and wanted to cry when he let her go and stepped away. Unsure of his next intensions, she opened her eyes and found him searching through the implements.

  When he returned she noticed he held a heavy flogger.. She tensed when he laid the thick falls over her chest and ran them across her breasts.

  “This isn’t going to hurt you, but it’s not going to be very pleasant at first.” He raised it up and brought it crashing over her chest. She yelped but recognized it was more from shock than pain.

  Again, it came down across her breasts, and she let out a low groan. Heat spread over her chest as the flogger landed a third and fourth time. She wiggled a bit, but the bonds didn’t give her much room, and she found she wasn’t trying to get away from the implement so much as needing to find a place to put her energy.

  “Your nipples are so hard, Ellie.” He paused in the flogging to tweak the beaded nubs.

  He ran his nails over both breasts and whipped the flogger harder over her breasts. She sucked in a breath and arched her back, presenting him with her tits for another stroke.

  She stopped trying to anticipate where the next lash would land and instead focused on the aftereffects of each. Heat spread to her core.

  He brought the falls down over her chest again. His lips, those full lips surrounded by his beard, quirked up in a grin with each of her grunts. She could make out the outline of his cock against his jeans and licked her lips at the memory of having it in her mouth.

  A hard lash dragged her attention back to the burn in her flesh. He’d moved away from her breasts and had delivered a hard crack to her belly.

  Moving around her, he began to assault her entire body with the flogger. Her breasts then her hip, her stomach again, and then he stood between her legs.

  “Ash,” She wiggled beneath his mischievous gaze. He had his sights on her pussy. And although she desperately wanted his touch, she did not want those leather strips anywhere near her clit.

  “Hold still, Ellie.” He kept his hungry eyes on her pussy as he brought his hand back.

  “Ash… Argh!” she screamed out when the flogger landed directly over her pussy.

  “Like fucking music.” He smiled and delivered another blow. She tried to close her legs, but the ropes held her open to him.

  She cried out again when the flogger landed, and again when he moved to the inside of her thighs.

  “Being bound open and helpless makes your pussy drip.” He dragged a finger through her folds and presenting the evidence,glistening on his fingertips.

  She turned her face, thinking to ignore the truth, but when his fingers entered her, she moaned with satisfaction.

  Moving her hips as best she could, she tried to take more of his fingers into her. So focused on the pleasure between her legs, she didn’t notice him move his other arm.

  The flogger landed again, right over her peaked nipples, and she cried out, yanking on her bonds.

  “Fuck, baby. Your pussy grips me when you scream like that.” He repeated the lash, and she arched her body, letting a cry loose.

  The pain morphed into something else, something warm and soothing. When the next lash came, she welcomed it.

  “There you go. There’s my girl.” He sounded farther away. Was he whispering?

  “Fuck,” she groaned when the lash came down between her breasts and his fingers thrust hard into her pussy.

  Ash draped the flogger over her belly and removed all touch from her body. She sought him out, desperate for more, not ready for him to leave her just yet.

  He removed his pants and his boxers and came to stand between her thighs, gripping his cock in his right hand.

  “I’m right here. I wouldn’t leave you. Not like this.” He ran his nails over her thigh, making her wince and sigh at the same time. How did this happen? How did pain meld with pleasure to the point she couldn’t sperate the two? Which did she need more? Which did she want more?

  He pushed his cock through her folds, eliciting more sounds from her. Up and down, he ran his cock, and she tried to inch closer, to force him to her entrance. But it was Ash, and Ash only did what Ash wanted to do. And if he wanted to make her squirm and beg, then that’s what would happen.

  And she was at the point where begging wouldn’t be beneath her.

  He grinned at her, the hunger evident in his eyes even as he seemed to control his own need. Jaw tensed, he moved his cock lower, positioned it at her pussy.

  “Please, Ash,” she murmured. She’d wanted him inside too long to be denied another moment.

  “Such a good girl when my cock is touching you,” He pushed forward, only giving her the tip of what she craved most at that moment.

  “Ash! Please.” She could feel tears welling up, the frustration too great to contain.

  In one hard thrust, he was inside her, buried to the hilt.

  “Fuck.” She drew out the word in a breathy sigh. Such fullness, such utter, beautiful fullness.

  He stilled in his movements, and she brought her gaze up to meet his. Strands of dirty-blond hair curtained his features, but his eyes were easy to make out. Wild with passion, bright silvery blue eyes pinned her where the bonds did not.

  With calculated movements, he pulled back, nearly leaving her entirely only to thrust hard into her. She closed her eyes to the pleasure as he did so again and again, until he gripped her hips and plowed into her repeatedly.

  “Ash.” She called his name over and over again, matching each time his cock plowed into her, filling her completely and making her want him even more.

  “Ellie, don’t you come yet.” His harsh words struck her. He had to be insane.

  “I have to. I have to.” She fisted her hands, feeling the pressure building. The sounds of their bodies slamming into each other surrounded them. How could she stop the freight train when it was already at full speed?

  “Not yet,” he ordered, shifting his body in a way that left her clit completely exposed and untouched.

  “Oh fuck.” She shook her feet, wanting more, needing more, completely abandoned.

  She tried to glare up at him, but the fierceness staring at her only drove her closer to the brink.

  “Tell me who you belong to, Ellie. Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Ash, I belong to you.” She nodded, feeling more than just the words.

  “Who owns this body, this pussy, these tits, and this ass. Who owns it?” He smacked her hip, eliciting another electric current through her body.

  “You do. Please, Ash, Please.” She tugged and writhed as best she could, trying to get the pressure off.

  He stopped fucking her and leaned over her, his cock still lodged inside her, throbbing against her wanting cunt.

  “And who do you obey?” His chest heaved as much as hers. She could see him trying to keep his body in control, He wanted to thrust as much as she needed him to.

  Ellie lined up her gaze with his as she gave her answer. “You, Ash. I obey you.”

  He closed his eyes and thrust again. “Fuck yeah, you do.” His fingers dug into her flesh. “Come for me, Ellie. You can come, now.”

  Maybe she should have been appalled at his arrogance, but it was too late. Her body had already submitted to him, had already accepted everything he’d been saying. He did own her. He could command her body better than she ever could. And this was no different.<
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  His thumb rubbed her clit, alternating between hard and soft circles. Her orgasm ripped through her body, making her scream with each intense wave as it took over every fiber in her body.

  As she slowly floated back to him, she opened her eyes, finding his steady expression.

  “Fuck, oh, fuck that was gorgeous,” he said, pumping two more times then pulling his cock back out. Running his dick up and down her pussy, he grunted and wrapped his hand around his shaft, jerking three times before streams of cum began to shoot out against her pussy and her stomach. Warm strings of his load crisscrossed her stomach, and she bit her lip, wishing she’d been able to take him in her mouth before he came.

  He stroked one more time, gathering the small bead of cum from his head, and leaned over her body, offering his finger to her mouth.

  She darted out her tongue and wiped it clean, smiling up at him afterward.

  “Such a good girl.” he said again in a coarse whisper.

  He kissed her, pressing against the mess he’d left on hers. The tingling in her body had more to do with the taste of his kiss than the ropes binding her limbs.

  After breaking the kiss, he stood to full height. “You’ll need another shower.”

  The drawers opened again, and he pulled out two towels. He also grabbed a bottle of water she hadn’t notice on the small table beside the bondage equipment and wet one of the towels. He tenderly wiped down her stomach and her pussy, cleaning her of his semen.

  Only after his shirt and pants were back on did he unbind and help her off the table.

  “Give yourself a second.” he ordered when her legs wobbled beneath her. “You can’t just run off after a session like that.”

  She regarded him with curiosity. His tone held less irritation than she was used to, and more care.

  He helped her dress then lifted her into his arms.

  “I can walk, Ash.” she protested when he reached the door leading to the main house.