The tears were welling, and she hoped she could get the rest out before they started to fall. “It is wrong to like it, even if just a little. I can’t help it. Maybe if … maybe if I had told him, things would have been different—”
“Stop right there.” He leaned closer, his gaze boring into hers. “You can’t blame yourself. I won’t allow you to blame yourself. He’s an asshole, who used you. Betrayed you. He’s not even a man. He’s a little boy unable to control his urges.”
“Parker, I can’t do this anymore. Can we stop, please?” The tears streamed down her face. Though she hated to cry, she needed the tears this time. Needed to let it go. She was so ashamed, felt such despair.
Then he knelt down in front of her and hugged her to him as she cried into his chest. The feel of his strong arms around her, holding her up, protecting her. Keeping her safe.
“Ashley, it’s all right.” His lips moved softly against the top of her head. “You’re safe from him, now. We won’t let anyone ever hurt you again.”
“What if I want you to? Fuck, that’s messed up.” The dam burst then, and she clutched tight, sobbing against him, the pain rending. She felt so confused. Was she this way because of Terry? Scarred? Or was this something his predatory nature had detected already within her? Had she tempted him to do the things he did? Could she label his forcing her as abuse, if a part of her buried inside felt it as something other than a violation? She didn’t want to think about it anymore. She just wanted Parker’s arms to hold her. To keep everything away.
“If you didn’t consent to what he did, it’s wrong, Ashley. You can let go of the guilt. He’s the guilty one — for betraying your trust.” She felt Parker’s hard jaw against her head as she hugged him tight. “It’s okay, girl. It’s over now. Never again. Never again.”
Soon enough she got herself under control, her sobs winding down to merely sniffling. Parker left her leaning against the couch for a moment, and returned with some tissue. “Here, blow your nose.”
He got her cleaned up, and she wiped the last of the tears from her eyes. She hated the puffy feel of her eyelids after a good cry, but she also felt that strange elation one feels after getting rid of that pent-up energy. She could do this. She could go on — especially if he was in her life.
Ashley leaned against the couch, her head laid sideways over the cushion, watching Parker walk into the kitchen. She casually perused the muscular buttocks, so well defined in his faded jeans. Her belly coiled, her desire beginning to stoke itself again. She wanted to see him naked next time. Hell, she wanted him to fuck her. Like, yesterday.
Why hadn’t he just taken her though?
Your little crying fit is exhibit A as to why he didn’t fuck you.
She scowled, but smiled again as he came back into the room. His eyes were concerned. He cared.
“Feel better?”
“Much.” Her hand beckoning him. He sidled back in front of her, his knees on each side of her head. His hands came to rest on her, stroking her hair, playing with her soft earlobes.
They sat for a few minutes, no words between them. She felt relief seep into her keyed-up body, her tense muscles. He hadn’t run, hadn’t rejected her. She told herself it wouldn’t matter if nothing happened between them. Now she knew that would be a lie.
She felt Parker’s hand on her cheek, a gentle pressure. She looked up at him.
“Anything else, Ashley?”
Shaking her head, she laid her cheek on the cushion again. “I’ve said way too much already.”
“No such thing between us, girl.”
She looked up at him. “What did you mean by ‘we’?”
His eyes flashed. “What do you mean, Ashley?”
“You said ‘we won’t let anyone hurt you’.”
“So I did. I meant that Drake and I would keep you safe. He’s a lot bigger than me. Nice guy to have around when you find yourself in a jam.”
“Oh.” Her eyebrows knit together. “That’s it?”
“Don’t sound so disappointed, Ashley.”
“I’m not disappointed. I mean — well, I just thought.” She tilted her head. “You said something about Drake.”
“The first time you and I were together, you mean?”
She blinked her eyes. “Yes.”
“What if I had meant something else? Something more? What would you have said?”
She wasn’t sure. What did he really mean? “That depends … on what you had in mind.”
“I guess we’ll see won’t we, girl?” He tapped the top of her head and stood up. “Right now, it’s time for bed.”
She sat back on her heels, looking over her shoulder at the clock in the kitchen. “Little early isn’t it?”
He glared down at her, and she self-consciously crossed her arms over her breasts. His voice was almost a whisper, cold as the winter wind. “My message still hasn’t been received has it, girl?”
“What?”
Parker twined a fist in her locks, twisting them in his fingers and drawing a pained whine from her. He tilted her head back until she looked up directly at him. “Lower your arms. Now.”
Shit.
Ashley dropped them, but felt an overwhelming urge to wring her hands together. Instead she forced herself to lay them back down on her naked thighs.
“When I say it’s time to go to bed, then that’s what we’ll do. That’s what you’ll do. You do as you’re told. Remember that, or you’re going to have a very, very sore ass.”
Too late for that.
“Just because you said so? I’m not a child.” She moved to stand and his hand clenched in her hair, stilling her, her face grimacing.
“No, you aren’t a child. You’re mine. You’ll do what I tell you because it pleases me — and because it pleases you too.”
Extricating his hand from her hair, he brushed his palm down the side of her cheek. “If you want this to work, you start with that. I’ll teach you everything else.”
This was so new, so unnerving. The stirring she felt in the depths of her belly at his words — and the rising heat between her thighs — told her he was getting through to her on an entirely different level; her body seeming to be betray her at every turn
“Now.” He stepped to the side. “Stand up. Go to the bedroom and wait for me. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Rising, she cursed herself for her clumsiness, her legs shaking from kneeling for so long. Her bottom felt swollen and twice its size, and as if the entire world were staring at it. She took a shuddering breath and walked down the hallway toward her room, cursing the way she knew her ass must look. She peeked over her shoulder as she went.
Parker’s avid gaze, as inscrutable as ever, was glued to her backside.
Thank God.
Chapter Fourteen
She didn’t even make it to the doorway to her room. Parker was on her in two long strides, both of them crashing against the wall of the hallway, arms entwined, his lips coming down on hers. She tasted so good. He thrust his tongue into her soft mouth, his hands squeezing her arms. Hot pain flared as her nails raked down his back, and even through his shirt he knew she’d drawn bloody furrows in his flesh. His little defiant Ashley.
He growled and pinned her wrists behind her back, crushing her against the wall as he took her mouth ruthlessly, sucking on her lips, nibbling their moist softness between his teeth. She moaned as he clasped a hot buttock in his hand, squeezing the martyred flesh.
“Parker, Parker. Just do it! I don’t want to think anymore.”
He tapped her cheek with his hand. “Quiet.” He nipped her lower lip, swollen from his ministrations. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back against the wall. Vulnerable. Open.
“Oh fuck, Ashley,” he growled.
Picking her up, he strode into the room, their mouths locked together again. Her agile tongue tangled with his, and he couldn’t suppress the thought of what that tongue would be capable of on his cock. He was hard as stone again, and he could
think of nothing else but being inside her. Possessing her again.
He dropped her ridiculously slight weight on the bed, her breasts wobbling. He would have to have a talk with her about eating more — she was just too thin. She flipped her hair out of her face and looked up at him, the hunger that burned in her gaze matching his.
“Lay back and spread them.” He ripped at his belt, unbuttoning his jeans. “Wider!”
He was pleased to see her obey, even as the flush burned across her face and chest. Her pussy called to him like a siren to a lost sailor. The soft, wet folds glistened in the light, and his mouth watered.
Her eyes widened as he shed his jeans and underwear, his cock springing forth. So much he wanted to do, experience with her. The feel of her being his. Owned by him.
She smiled up at him as he pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Her hands reached out to him, and he came to her.
Her hips were the perfect cradle for him, her soft thighs whispering against his. So right. Her lush body, all of it, for him.
“Parker, please. I want you inside me. Please.” Her dark gaze spoke as much as her words. He dipped his head and kissed her again, harder, more insistent. He slid into her in one steady stroke, savoring the grip of her, the heat of her sex. She groaned as he seated himself fully, allowing her a moment to adjust to him.
“Fuck me, Sir.”
And he did, his eyes devouring hers as he thrust. “Keep your eyes open, Ashley. There’s no hiding from me. From this.”
Biting her lip, she stared into his eyes, her body rocking under the smack of his hips.
His strong hands clasped hers, their fingers interlocking, as he took her deeper, to the core of her. Her cunt clenched him too tightly and he almost lost control, pulling back just at the last moment. She was going to undo him if he wasn’t careful.
He would teach her. Everything she needed to learn, to be, he would show her. She may not like some of it at first, but he knew, just knew, that she would eventually come to crave it, to need it. His nature spoke to hers; the duality of his need to control complemented, reflected, in her need to be controlled. There was a time when he wondered if he was just wired wrong, a mistake of nature. Now, as he sunk into the wet heat of his Ashley, his slave, he knew he didn’t care anymore. Even if he was a freak, he knew he’d found someone who didn’t judge him. Someone who might need him as much as he needed her. A way to go on, to cope with the harshness of life, and what lay ahead. Someone to share the future with.
He took those swollen lips again, her moans swallowed up by his fierce kisses. He lay claim to her throat, nipping the sensitive flesh just below her ears, his breath rasping at her temple. Still he thrust, alternating languid strokes with punishing deep lunges that had her groaning at each one. He ground against her clit, her moans rising an octave as he rotated his hips against her. He felt her legs clasp his lower back, her calves resting against the hard swells of his buttocks.
“Ashley, you’re mine. Mine. Never leave me. Never.”
Her eyes flew wide. “Yes, Parker. Never! Oh, YES!”
Making her control it, to delay her climax, wasn’t an option here. He would make her obey him in the future, but now, he was overcome with it. The sounds of her cries, the surprising, almost supernatural strength of a woman as she succumbed to her orgasm. But it was more than just the sensation. It was the emotion. He finally felt right, felt whole. As she cried out, her cunt clamping onto him, hot moisture flooding over him, he came. With soul deep groans he poured his seed deep within her, sealing his ownership of this surprising, amazing woman.
His Ashley.
Parker wasn’t sure how long he lay there, his weight entirely upon the slight woman. When he realized his large frame was crushing her into the mattress. He tried to move, but he felt her fingers tighten on his shoulders.
“No, I like to feel your weight. Stay,” she whispered, her eyes opening. “Sir.”
Her languid smile as she said the word began firing his lust anew, for he could see she was more comfortable with it. With his claim.
She would be his.
Stroking the sweat-matted hair off her forehead, his thumb traced a damp brow. Her features were so delicate, so feminine. His urge to take simultaneously warred with his urge to protect. They were tangled up, confused. She did that to him. No woman had ever made him feel that way. It made him a little uneasy, really, the intensity of it something entirely new.
He knew she really had no idea who he was or what he was, what he was capable of doing. Maybe he’d figure out how to tell her without her running away screaming. Maybe.
But there would be another time for that.
“You need a shower,” he murmured, tracing the beads of sweat on her temples. “We both do. I think it’s time I showed you what else to expect.”
He kissed her forehead, his hands clasping her face, then pulled himself off of her. Her arms gripped him tightly, reluctant to let him go, and he had to fight his desire to lay back down upon her. He could easily laze the day away with her in his arms. His Ashley beneath him.
But there was more to show her, and he really couldn’t wait.
Helping her out of bed, she giggled as his hands took plenty of liberties with her charms. He couldn’t keep away from her heavy breasts. He had suspected they were wonderful, her outfits tastefully emphasizing her curves. Still, he wasn’t prepared for how beautiful they really were. He couldn’t imagine how incredible they’d look restored to their full grandeur once he got her eating properly again.
She sighed, leaning back against him as he tweaked both of her nipples in a sharp grip. The weight of her breasts called out to his hands, and he ended up standing, naked with her for several long minutes as he fondled and squeezed the generous globes. Her rising moans, and her luscious ass grinding back against his already hardening cock brought him back from his lustful reverie. He stepped back, turning her around to face him.
“Put something on.”
She glanced over at her bathroom door, puzzled. “I thought you … “
Parker shook his head. “Not here. We do it at my place.”
Her brow furrowed momentarily, then she turned to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black warm-ups and a dark gray t-shirt.
He lay a hand on her slim forearm. “The shirt is all you’ll need.”
“Parker, this won’t even cover my hooha.”
He burst out laughing. “‘Hooha’? Goddamn, I’ve never heard a woman call it that before.”
She dipped her chin, a hint of a smile on her face. “You haven’t known enough women then. We have all kinds of names for it.”
“And you’re going to be telling me every one of them.” He pulled the warm-ups from her hand and threw them on the bed. “Just the shirt, Ashley.”
Frowning, she pulled the t-shirt on, freeing her hair from the neckline to lay loose over her shoulders.
Her hard nipples peaked the fabric and he brushed knuckles across them. “Good look for you, girl.” His other hand danced fingertips through the sodden curls at her pubis, emphasizing her exposure.
“Parker,” she murmured, her head drooping. “I can’t go outside like this.”
“Who’s going to see? It’s my property, Ashley.” He tipped her chin up so that he could gaze into her eyes. “You’re my property.”
Shivering, she closed her eyes a moment. Her lips moved as if to say something, but she stayed her tongue.
“Good girl.” He planted a wet kiss on pink, swollen lips. “Let’s go.”
***
He can’t be serious.
Ashley told herself that he’d find something to cover her, save her from walking out into broad daylight sashaying her wares for anyone to see. This could not be happening.
The steady drip from her pussy told her it was indeed happening; part of her wasn’t horrified at this at all. Damn it.
“Put these on.” He dropped a pair of black heels at her feet.
Where the hell d
id those come from?
They were a beautiful jet velvet with silver edging at the open toes. She loved them, but there was a problem: they had to be at least 4” heels. She was about as good at walking in high heels as she was at peeing standing up.
“Parker, you can’t—”
He pressed a finger to her lips, his dark eyebrows raised. “We need to teach you about that word.”
“What word?”
“Can’t, Ashley.” His mouth quirking in a smile that failed to warm his cold, gray eyes. “You will do what we tell you to do. No ‘can’t’, no ‘won’t’. Period.”
She glared at him. There he went with the ‘we’ crap again. Did he mean who she thought he meant?
(Please God, Please God)
“You can’t tell me how to talk!”
His strong hand grasped her upper arm, squeezing. “There you go with that word, again,” he said, his voice quiet and calm once more. “I thought you’d do better than this.”
She’d be damned if she’d let him treat her like some little girl. “And who is this ‘we’, Parker? You keep saying that, and not telling me what the hell you mean.”
“Language.” His lips tightened to a thin line. “We haven’t talked about that either, have we? We’ll remedy that once you’re under my roof.”
Ashley’s heart raced, and she suspected it wasn’t solely due to her irritation. What did that mean? This wasn’t going the way she’d intended.
He stepped close to her side, and she felt the blatant hard evidence of his reaction to her defiance. “Put on the shoes, Ashley. I won’t tell you again.” His voice held a coldness that had her nipples tightening even further under the cotton of her shirt.
Slipping her feet into the heels, she felt immediately off balance. She moved to crouch down, but his hand across the tops of her breasts stayed her. He knelt down and laced up the heels, the straps reaching well above her ankles. They were “fuck me” heels without a doubt, but she had to admit they were damn good looking ones.
Parker remained kneeling a moment, his gaze rising from her heels to the curls between her thighs. “The shirt was a good choice.”
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