“Turn around.”
My feet moved, immediately obeying his command. Both body and mind were on the same page. In here, they would do anything Ashton asked, as long as he continued to stroke my body in a way that set me ablaze. I craved his touch, his taste. I needed more of this. More of him.
If I thought his fingers were masterful, they had nothing on his tongue. Gentle flicks turned into hard painful, yet pleasure filled sucks. I groaned, unable to hold it back as passion over took my mind.
“That’s it, baby. I wanna hear it all—every moan, every whimper. But if you speak, it’s to call my name.”
His mouth moved to my other breast, teasing my body into such incoherency I failed to notice him lowering me until my skin hit the cool sheets of the bed, his jacket now missing, the muscles of his arms filling out his dress shirt as he crawled up over me. I reached out to take off his tie.
“No, no, no.” His hands gripped my wrists, moving my hands back up above my head. “Tonight, I’m going to show you the pleasures of sex.” Sitting up he pulled his tie off and took hold of my hands. In the blink of an eye, he’d wrapped the material around my hands and tied them to the headboard. It was tight, but not uncomfortable, and my thighs quivered as my imagination began to run riot.
“Fuck, you look sexy tied to my bed.”
Being unable to move instead of unwilling was a new feeling. His finger ran down my chest, between the valley of my breasts, and my hips bucked upward. He smiled and his eyes hooded, growing darker. My tongue darted out to wet my lower lip and the muscles in his jaw clenched. “I think you like being tied up. I can see you breathing harder.” His fingers dipped into my panties, sliding between my legs, before he pulled them out. I watched on with wide eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth, his gaze locked on me as he pulled his fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. Nothing I’d ever seen before could compare to this. My breath caught at the back of my throat, making my heart race. “Fuck. So wet for me.”
“Please.” I had no idea what I was begging for. I just knew I needed something more.
“Soon.”
Ashton slowly peeled off the rest of his clothes, every part of his tightly muscled body on display. He leaned over me and captured my lips, his teeth nipping at me, the sharp pain making me jolt before he laved it with his tongue, soothing the sensitive skin. Once again he trailed his lips down my body, lazily, like he had all the time in the world. Like I wasn’t turning to Jell-O beneath him. I was so turned on, I couldn’t stop my head from thrashing on the pillow, not wanting to close my eyes for fear of missing him, but needing some respite from the torture just the same. I felt his mouth at the hem of my panties and I opened my eyes, watching him tease them down my legs with his teeth. My muscles tightened, waiting for something.
It was becoming clear Ashton was no amateur. As he paused I could hear my own pants, the sound echoing around the room, taunting me with my own need.
Pant
pant
pant
Ashton’s tongue swiped through the wet between my thighs and my back bowed off the bed as if lashed with a whip, pleasure coursing through every part of my body.
“Ashton!”
With every flick, lick, swipe of his tongue the heat within me built. I never thought it possible to feel like this during sex; to feel so completed consumed—devoured.
Ashton didn’t give me a second to breathe, pushing my body toward the cliff again, his hand coming up to roll my nipple between his fingers, the acute pain of his perfectly timed pinch making me squirm. I wanted to be closer to his mouth, yet farther away at the same time.
I can’t take any more.
Spots danced in my vision, the muscles in my legs trembling. Ashton sat up, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. His tongue darted out and licked his glistening lips. “You’re my new favorite flavor.”
“Ashton,” I moaned.
“The second best thing about dessert at home is hearing my name on your lips.”
He watched me and slowly removed his glasses, tossing them on the table beside the bed.
So I’m not the only one losing control.
His body between my legs, I watched in awe as he slowly rolled the condom down his length, his hand holding his cock tightly as he positioned himself. I knew what was coming. I knew Ashton wouldn’t want to hurt me, but I braced anyway.
The heat of him pressed against me, his hips falling forward as he slowly slid into me. But there was no pain—only an all-consuming feeling so wonderful, if I were to die right here, right now, I’d die happy.
“Fuck, so good. So fucking good. So tight, grabbing hold of me.” Ashton groaned, remaining completely still as I adjusted to him, his arms at my side holding himself steady over me, and I felt them shaking with the effort. “I’m not going to last.”
He thrust into me; deep, powerful strokes that forced me to climb higher and higher, his rhythm becoming wilder, more chaotic, until he screamed out my name, taking me with him.
“Elena!”
His body fell against mine, his skin slick with sweat. Exhausted, I lay in a boneless heap on the bed, my body a tangled mess of sensation, heat, and something else so alien that I couldn’t even put a name to it. Never—never—had I experienced something like this. His mouth. His tongue. The sharp nips of his teeth against my oversensitive skin. All of it too much, yet not enough.
The sound of ragged pants filled the room. When he finally caught his breath, Ashton reached up and pulled the tie from my wrists, taking each one in his hands, lightly rubbing the chafed skin, bringing circulation back into them.
The feel of his fingers was exquisite. My eyes drifted closed and I allowed myself to revel in his touch. Eventually I felt him leave the bed, only to return moments later. A warm washcloth dipped between my legs, cleaning me up. I smiled, thinking I could get used to someone looking after me, but at the same time hoping that I never did because then the feeling wouldn’t be so perfectly . . . right.
The bed sunk under his weight and he pulled me into his chest, settling my face into the crook of his neck. I inhaled, taking in his scent; committing it to memory. I opened my eyes and shifted but he kissed me on the head, his arms clutching me tighter, holding me against him.
“Ashton.”
He shushed me. I felt the heat of his breath against my hair.
“It’s been a long night for you, Elena. Sleep.”
So I did.
CHAPTER 13
Ashton
Elena’s body relaxed against me and her breathing evened out. But I was too consumed to sleep, my mind racing with thoughts of the enigma that lay in my arms. She was a paradox. Confident enough to demand my bed, yet submissive enough to relinquish control.
She was perfect.
I hadn’t been sure if asking her to submit would be too much. She’d come so far in the last month—asserting herself, making her feelings known. It dawned upon me that I might have set her back. But I wouldn’t know for sure until she woke up.
I’d started to lose control the moment she suggested leaving the restaurant. The curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts . . . they had called to me for weeks. I wanted her more than I could ever remember wanting another woman. Most who claimed they could submit in bed lied. They either tried to dominate both inside and outside the bedroom, or they were submissive all the time. Elena was turning out to be the perfect mix.
Too bad she’s married.
Things were changing for Elena, but making the decision to end her marriage had to be her choice. There was always the chance that this was a fluke. That would be disappointing. She could be magnificent.
But would she be?
The buzz coming from the floor pulled me from my thoughts. I knew it wasn’t Elena’s phone. That was still in her purse, and none of the people who had that number would be calling her now.
Gently moving my arm from underneath her, I climbed out of bed and waited a moment, conscious that she needed her rest. When I was sati
sfied she wouldn’t wake, I searched the floor for my pants, the buzzing continuing somewhere left of the bed. I found them and pulled my phone from the front pocket. It was a text message. Seeing the name on the screen, I groaned.
Elena grunted and turned over in her sleep. Moving quickly, I tugged on my boxers, stepping out the door and quietly shutting it behind me to head downstairs to my office. Before I opened the message I poured myself a drink, taking a large swig that burned going down, bringing a sense of calm with it.
My back hit the couch and I pulled up the text. The quicker I answered, the sooner I could be back in bed.
Dominic: I have tickets for the game tomorrow night. Wanna go?
Of course the bastard would have some kind of super power; some radar that told him I’d slept with his wife. Remembering the way he’d told her to let me practically rape her anytime I wanted made my blood rush in my ears. My jaw worked itself back and forth as I answered his text with the standard response.
Me: I have the club box that night if you want to give away your tickets and meet me there.
Obviously the fucker had money, but there was no way in hell he was getting anywhere near Elena until my three months were up. She at least deserved that much time. I was tempted to ask how much he had, but I’d find out soon enough. His reply came almost instantly.
Dominic: Perfect. I’ll meet you there.
Whatever he wanted could wait until the meeting. I sent a text to Brock letting him know he’d be working the next night and then my thoughts drifted back to Elena. I had a feeling the woman had never experienced an orgasm in her entire life. The way she lit up for me almost immediately . . .
The thought had my cock twitching. But she hadn’t been the only one affected. My name crossing her lips almost made me come before I got inside of her. Whether or not she’d still be the same feisty woman when she woke up in the morning remained to be seen. If so, the question was: how far could I push her? I could show her a whole new world, open her eyes to sensations the likes of which she’d never seen. But I could only show her and wait for her reaction. I wouldn’t force her to do anything. How much she wanted to participate, I didn’t know.
A million questions swirling through my head, I tossed back the rest of my drink and left the tumbler on the table. I’d get it in the morning if Julia didn’t find it first. Climbing the stairs, I found myself becoming drowsy. Sleep didn’t come easy to me. Having to juggle so many aspects of business—both legitimate and otherwise—meant that my mind was almost constantly occupied, making it hard to switch off. Most nights, I couldn’t wait for the morning.
I opened the door, hoping not to startle her. I could just make out her shape in the darkness. She was curled on her side, her soft brown hair fanning the pillow. Shedding the boxers, I climbed into bed and pulled the covers up over us, excited and nervous about the prospect of spending the entire night with a warm body against me. While not unusual for me to have a woman in my bed, a sleepover was out of the question, the arrangement being purely sexual.
“Ashton.”
I froze, worried I’d woken her, but her eyes remained firmly closed, her words nothing but a murmur—the product of a dream-filled slumber. My heart raced, but as alien a feeling as that was, I was too tired to examine what it meant. Unknowingly, she slid closer, wrapping herself around me until she was contained in my arms again, our limbs a tangled mess, her cheek resting against the left side of my chest. Closing my eyes, I hoped Elena played a starring role in my dreams that night. Thoughts of all the things I planned on doing with her over the next few weeks, floated through my mind and I smiled, gradually drifting off into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER 14
Elena
When I woke, something was off. I moved my legs. The sheets weren’t the same as those I’d slept on for the last month. The mattress felt different too—softer.
Ashton’s room.
Memories of the night before filtered through my head. I’d let Ashton touch me, and I now understood what every other woman in the world talked about in regards to sex.
Stretching, I glanced around from the bed, looking for my clothes from the night before, muscles I didn’t know I had were sore, but in the most delicious way. I looked around the room, seeing Ashton’s bedroom properly for the first time. In the days since I arrived, I’d been exploring so I’d known where it was, but never ventured in—not even for a peek while he was out. The room was what could only be described as overtly masculine, the dark color of the woods fitting him perfectly. The chair in the corner had a high back and wide arms, which could easily be used to hold clothes but there was no trace of clutter. The room was immaculate. Not a thing was out of place. He had a housekeeper, but neatness and order were part of who Ashton was so I knew this penchant for tidiness was all him.
Try as I might, I couldn’t find my dress or underwear. They were gone. Casting another glance around, something on the end of the bed caught my attention: a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt.
The room was quiet. No body next to mine in the large bed. No running water coming from the bathroom. Ashton must have collected the clothes for me then gone downstairs. The thoughtful nature of his gesture left me with a warm feeling in my stomach; one that I relished.
I leaned back against the intricately carved headboard, pulling the sheets up and over my body, catching sight of the faintly reddened skin at my wrists, the memories of the silk tie sliding up my skin, connecting me to the bars, rushing forward. Clenching my thighs against the onslaught of need, I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. The bathroom was bigger than the one attached to my room—twice the size of a normal bathroom. With a huge tub in the corner and a glass stall shower next to it, I was torn between which to use, knowing the shower would be quicker and easier, but a nice soak would ease the ache in my tired muscles. My thoughts returned to the man downstairs.
Quick and easy it is.
I turned on the water, setting my clothes on the counter. There, next to the sink, was a toothbrush. At first I thought it might be Ashton’s, but realized that his was in the holder next to the other sink.
He put that there for me.
Grabbing the toothpaste, I brushed my teeth and hopped into the shower, the warm water running down my body, loosening my muscles. All of the ways Ashton had touched me last night were better than any sex I could remember. The second I gave control over to him, we both assumed our roles; slipping into character, our bodies synchronized as we played our parts to perfection.
I’d been told what to do by a man for most of my adult life and I’d hated it. But last night was different. Every command, every direction, ramped up my desire. His commands were short, direct, but there was no edge of malice, no ulterior motive. And in the end, it hadn’t just been about him. Ashton had given.
And given.
And given.
Despite the heat of the water, goose bumps peppered my skin at the memory.
Wondering where he might be, I finished my shower and dressed quickly, checking myself over in the mirror before I went in search of him. Reaching the landing, I smelled breakfast and my stomach growled its appreciation. Following my nose, I found him at the stove, flipping bacon and stirring eggs, his pants hanging low on his hips but he wore no T-shirt, the muscles of his broad shoulders on view.
“Good morning.”
His head snapped around and in the blink of an eye, the utensils were placed on the counter and Ashton was standing in front of me.
“Good morning,” he whispered, tipping my chin up for a kiss.
The second his lips grazed mine my body pressed against him, loving the feeling of the bare skin of his chest against my hands. His tongue plunged into my mouth and I could taste the coffee that lingered on his lips. The kiss was fleeting and he pulled back, breathless.
“It’s an even better morning than I thought.” He smirked, taking my hand in his and leading me to the table.
“I think I have to agree.
” I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, not sure what else to say.
He groaned and used his thumb to pull my lip free. “If anyone gets to bite that lip, it’s me.”
My blood heated and I tried to get control of my thoughts. “Ashton,” I whispered.
“My name on your lips is one of my favorite sounds. Now sit while I get breakfast, then we can talk.”
Ashton wants to talk about last night.
To keep my hands from shaking, I moved them under my thighs until a cup of coffee appeared before me, providing the perfect distraction. I picked up the cup and let the strong brew take away my fears—for a moment anyway.
Ashton placed plates with eggs, bacon, and toast in front of us, taking the seat next to me. Avoiding eye contact, I added pepper to my eggs and concentrated heavily on picking my fork up off of the table.
“Elena, you’re nervous. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Taking a deep breath in and letting it out in a long puff, I glanced up at him. “You said you wanted to talk and I’m nervous about why.”
He shook his head. “You don’t ever need to be nervous with me. I do want to talk about a few things, including last night.”
“Okay.” My eyes darted back to my food, stabbing a piece of egg to start eating.
“Last night was . . .” I waited to hear how he would describe it.
Mistake.
Okay.
I’ve had better.
They all popped into my head.
“Incredible.”
My gaze snapped to his, my eyes wide and my jaw hanging low.
He covered my thigh with his hand, massaging gently. “You need to move your stuff into my room.”
“I what?”
With his index finger he pushed my chin up to close my mouth. “I want you to stay in my room while your here.”
“Umm . . . I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
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