Ashley's Bend

by Roop, Cassy

  I stood up knowing that I needed to get back to work. Rownan followed and I was so giddy with excitement that I walked right up to Rownan and threw my arms around his middle pressing my cheek to his chest. The breath rushed out of him in a whoosh in response to my sudden assault on him and he chuckled.

  “Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me.” I said as I squeezed him tightly from my excitement. I was so caught up in the idea of envisioning a career in the art industry for me that I didn’t even hear Dominic approach us from behind.

  “Ashley,” he barked and it took me by such surprise that I leaped out of Rownan’s embrace and I turned around to look at him. His eyes were even darker than normal and he looked completely pissed off. I shrunk into myself with embarrassment at being caught hugging Rownan and I wanted to offer my apologies, but Dominic left no time for it.

  “Come with me, now,” was all he said before turning from me and storming off. I was both worried and embarrassed by his near chastisement so I shrugged and whispered thank you to Rownan before scurrying off after Dominic. I saw Knox leaning up against the doorway that led down to The Hall part of the club as he chatted with Kelly. He noticed Dominic storming his way through and me as I tried to keep up with his quick pace. Dominic brushed past him without saying a word or even looking in his direction. He must have been really angry if he didn’t even acknowledge his friend.

  Knox chuckled as I approached. When I got closer to him, he winked at me.

  “You pushed back.”

  Angry didn’t even begin to describe the way I felt seeing Ashley talking to Rownan. I know it was meant to be innocent, but the way he kept leaning in toward her and the smile that she gave back to him had my blood boiling like a pressure cooker. I could feel the buildup of pressure in my system to the point I felt like I was going to blow my fucking lid off.

  I hurried as fast as I could to finish up the lesson. It was hard for me to keep my concentration on the brunette I had on stage when I saw Rownan looking at Ashley as if he were going to devour her.

  No. Fuck, no.

  No one was going to have her but me. My cock twitched in my pants at the thought of taking her. I hadn’t touched her since that day in my office. I had fisted my own cock in the shower so many times since then at the memory of her warm moist heat as her pussy walls contracted around my dick. Being fucking hard as a rock and pissed off to no end at the same time had me finishing up the lesson in record time. I knew the audience must have caught on to my abrupt completion of the lesson, not going into details like I normally did, but the only thing I could think about was getting to Ashley.

  I watched as Ashley’s eyes glimmered with excitement as she smiled at Rownan. What the fuck were they talking about? Was she agreeing to some dom/sub relationship with him? He better fucking hope not. The straw that finally broke the camel’s back was when they stood up and I watched Ashley damn near jump into his arms, wrapping hers around him. I bounded off the stage as fast as I could with unmitigated fury coursing through my veins.

  “Ashley,” I barked out as I approached them. She flinched and jumped back out of Rownan’s arms.

  “Come with me, now,” I demanded before turning to walk away not giving her a choice but to follow me. I was so fucking pissed that I could spit nails and my jaw was clenched so tight, I felt pain radiate through my teeth. My cock painfully strained against the zipper of my jeans begging for it to be released, begging to be inside of her. I turned and made my way down The Hall and approached the Rapture Room. I didn’t have to turn around to see if she was behind me, I knew that she was because I could feel her presence behind me. Just knowing that she was at my backside had my already explicit thoughts going into hyper drive over what I wanted to do to her.

  I produced the key from my pocket and unlocked the door before walking inside before Ashley. I wanted, no, I needed her to know who was in charge. I could still feel her presence behind me even though she still had not said one word to me.

  “Shut the fucking door, Ashley,” I ordered with my back still facing her. When I heard the click of the door shutting, I turned around and was on her with such force that we both slammed against the door. I felt the breath rush from her lungs as it blew past my ear. I didn’t relent in my grip as I held her by her wrists pinned against the door.

  “What the fuck are you doing to me, Ashley?” I growled at her no longer being able to hold onto the emotions that were invading me. I could feel her breasts brush up against my chest as she inhaled and exhaled and if possible, my already hard as steel cock stiffened even more.

  “I could ask you the same question, Dominic,” she stated audaciously. Normally a smart mouth from a woman would have resulted in a punishment. I was a Dominant. I was in charge, but fuck if Ashley’s defiance wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world.

  “I’m sorry if you are mad at me for taking a break, Dominic. I did not know that it wasn’t allowed. Knox gave me permission.”

  That fucker! He did this shit on purpose just to get me riled up. Did it work? Hell yes, it worked. I am so fucking worked up that my body was begging for release, a release that could only be placated by being inside of her.

  I chuckled at her thought of me being mad at her for taking a break. She had no clue that the burning inferno inside of me was due to seeing her with another man. To make it even worse, fucking Knox was in on it. He knew me well enough to play with my head by even introducing them. I would have a few choice words for my friend.

  I pressed my hips into her causing my dick to rub against her core. Her soft, flagrant moan sent my body buzzing with anticipation for what would come. It had been too long since I have been inside of her and my body was responding to the notion. I did not know why she had this control over me, or why I kept giving into it. I was at the point that I was so high strung on her, that I didn’t give a shit if my heart could be shattered just like my mom’s, at this point it was a risk I was willing to take to claim her as mine.

  Holy shit.

  I was momentarily paralyzed by the realization. That must be what my mother felt for my father; the undeniable drive to want to be with someone so much, that you’d give up your soul in order to be with that person and to make them completely happy.

  “Dominic?” she said as her emerald green eyes dart back and forth between mine.

  “Seeing you smile at him, the way your eyes lit up when you were talking to him drove me mad, Ashley.” I let go of her wrists and threaded my fingers into her hair. She winced slightly at the pain before her mouth fell opened in wanton abandonment.

  “Look. At. Me.” I growled at her as I staccatoed each word, “You. Are. Mine, Ashley. Your, heart, soul and body belong to me.” I leaned in with my hands still fisted in her hair and peppered hot, wet kisses along her jaw. She purred as I nipped at the skin just below her jaw and then soothed it with a lick. I brought my lips up to her ear and sank my teeth into the soft flesh earning an erotic moan to involuntarily sweep past her lips. Her knees buckled and I shoved my knee between her legs to keep her from collapsing to the floor.

  “I’m not going to make love to you, Ashley. I’m going to fuck you. I want to own you, completely.”

  “Oh God…” she moaned. My hands left her hair before I grabbed at the hem of her shirt and hurriedly brought it over her head. The alabaster cream of her skin glowed against the soft lights in the Rapture Room. I forcefully yanked the cups of her red lace bra down exposing the pink taught flesh of her nipples. Grabbing the tender pebbles between my thumb and forefingers I rolled the sensitive buds earning an exotic gasp from Ashley as I felt her breath rush past my cheek from where I was leaned in closely to her. No doubt if I were to slip my fingers between the lips of her pussy, she would already be soaked for me. The thought fucking excited me more than anything as my dick painfully begged to be buried inside of her.

  “Dominic, we−were only talking about−oh God,” she tried to explain to me. I cut her off by giving her nipples a
firm squeeze between my fingers.

  “Shh. He isn’t here. He is not the one getting your body to respond to him. These are my hands, my fingers bringing you pleasure. And it will be my cock buried inside of you and my face that you see when you come. It will be my name on your lips and my come that fills your body as I explode inside of you.”

  I didn’t give her time to respond as I crashed my mouth to her so forcefully it caused our teeth to clash together. I knew I was being rough with her, but the fierceness I was feeling for her was the driving force behind my actions. I was a man possessed by the lure of her and her sexy as fucking sin body.

  I thrust my hands around her ass and squeezed. She jumped on me and wrapped her long limbs around me locking her ankles behind my back. Her pussy and my dick bounced and collided into one another as I walked us over to the bed. It was painful, but only because it was a tease. Only a hint as to what it felt like to be inside of her. It was both heaven and hell. Heaven because I knew how great it felt to feel her walls ripple and convulse around my dick, and hell because no matter how hard I tried, I could never get enough. I knew I would never be satisfied when it came to her. I would never be able to stop wanting her. I was a fool to ever think I could fuck her out of my system.

  When we reached the bed, we both fell down on to the silky satin sheets in a tangled web of need and desire. I lifted my head long enough to look down at Ashley and see how her long silky blonde hair was fanned out upon the sheets. Her eyes shined with lust and pure unadulterated want. I lifted away from her only long enough to lift her skirt up over her hips and rip her red lace thong away from her body. Giving her no warning, I dove into the folds of her cunt with my mouth and lapped at the juices flowing from her. It excited me more to know that I was the one who did that to her; I was the one to bring her that much pleasure to the point that her desire was dripping out.

  I lapped at her clit relentlessly, not giving her time to relent against the assault I performed on her perfect flesh. I wanted her to come fast and hard from my tongue. Her taste was musky, exotic and addicting. It didn’t take long before she fisted her hands in my hair and bucked her hips against my mouth trying to increase the pressure I knew she so desperately wanted to feel.

  She came, hard, gloriously and she rode my mouth with her pussy as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. I wasted no time ridding myself of my clothes and instructed her to do the same. I wanted to feel her, all of her pressed against me. Skin on skin. Flesh on flesh.

  I was completely and utterly taken by surprise when she shoved me back on the bed and wrapped her warm, moist lips around my cock. My hips bucked up instantly and she gagged slightly by the forceful intrusion of my cock down her throat before she started a relentless rhythm of driving me towards release. I looked down to watch as her perfect pink lips massaged the skin of my dick and I pulled her hair away from her eyes to get a better view. It was in her moment of empowerment that I had an epiphany. She was not submissive, well to anyone except for me. She was dominant, in control, and it was such a fucking turn on that she did that to me that I nearly lost my load in her mouth. I grabbed her head and lifted her up so that she was forced to let go of my dick.

  “I want to come inside you, beautiful. I want to feel my cock sliding in and out of you and I want to spill every last drop of me inside of you. I want to watch as my come gloriously drips from your body claiming you as mine.”

  “Yes,” she moaned breathlessly and I pulled her up my body and she sat astride me and glided the lips of her perfect cunt along my hard as fucking steel dick lubricating me with the slickness of her desire.

  “I want you to ride my cock, baby,” I said to her and too in the moment to speak, she only nodded. Positioning the head of my dick at her entrance, she impaled herself on me in one quick thrust. White flashes pierce my eyes and a roar of debauched ecstasy infiltrated my body. She glided up and down my cock then threw her head back exposing the beautiful skin of her neck to me. I desired to lift up and sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her nape, but I was distracted by how she dug her nails into the skin of my chest leaving a path of a red lined road map of ecstasy. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and in one stealth move I flipped her over and pounded into her in a relentless and unforgiving force. Sweat was dripping off my brows and onto her, but I didn’t care. It was one more piece of me that would absorb into her skin claiming her as mine. I could only hope that it helped to have her be just as possessed with me as I was with her.

  “Oh God Dominic, Oh God!” she screamed as the walls of her pussy clamped around me and she came again screaming out in pleasure. I followed as my balls seized up and I came harder than I ever had in my life. I collapsed on top of her too spent to worry whether or not I was crushing her. I stiffened unexpectedly as she wrapped her arms around me, holding me against her.

  “Please don’t run away this time,” her muffled voice said from underneath me. And I complied as I did something I had never before done in my life. I fell asleep next to a woman.

  It was still dark when I woke up after the passionate night I had with Dominic. My eyes blinked rapidly trying to adjust to my surroundings, confused as to my whereabouts until the memories of the night before came flooding back in. I could still feel the way Dominic filled me completely as he finally submitted to his feelings toward me and felt the instant shift in the dynamics of our strange relationship.

  I remained still, too afraid that I would wake the sleeping form of Dominic who was still next to me. I was elated to wake up to find him still lying next to me.

  He didn’t run away.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Dominic’s gravelly voice address me in the pitch black of the Rapture Room.

  “I can hear the wheels in that beautiful brain of yours turning, princess.” He chuckled.

  I giggled slightly as he turned over to lie facing me. One of his hands reached up to stroke my face and the simple, intimate gesture filled my heart with happiness. He had yet to have shown any kind of emotion when we were together other than when we were in the midst of having sex and it was more than welcomed. My heart swelled.

  “What are you thinking about, Ashley?” he asked me as he played with a few silken tendrils of my hair. Should I tell him the truth? That I could see him smile so that the hurt he holds inside didn’t show? Or how I wanted to help fix the pieces of his scarred heart and break down the barrier he had secured around it? I needed him more than I could take and every time he ran away from me, it broke me a little more. Should I tell him that the intense connection we had was so potent, that I feared I would never recover from it? I decided that I would be honest with him and tell him how I felt; it was the only way that maybe he would let me in to help him heal.

  “I’m scared you are going to run from me again.”

  There, I said it.

  We laid there in complete silence for what seemed like forever. My nerves were on edge from the anticipation of his reply to my statement, and I was about to give up when I heard him draw in a deep, shaky breath before slowly releasing the breath from his lungs.

  “Ashley, I...I don’t know how to do this...us. I’ve never had a relationship outside of sex. I’ve never wanted to, until now.”

  Knox had told me several weeks ago that Dominic had a reason for not ever having been in a relationship before, but he also said it was Dominic’s story to tell. I was terrified to ask him why, but decide to go ahead and take the leap anyway.

  “Why? What has you so resistant to having a relationship?”

  I watched as his eyes dilated in the darkness. Where they were already normally dark like chocolate, they now looked like black ink. Dark pools of anguish stared back at me as if in a trance. Whatever happened to him had to have been awful and I felt tears sting my eyes and my throat tighten.

  After a few silent moments, he sighed and rolled over onto his back. Threading his fingers together and placing them behind his head allowing his elbows to fall
out to the side, he stared up at the dark ceiling. I took in the glorious sight of the hard lines of his muscles from the position he was in. I ached to reach out and touch him; to let my fingers trace every line and to soothe the hurt inside of him.

  “My father never married my mother. They often had a strained relationship that involved my mom pinning away after him nearly every day. I got to see first-hand the highs she would go through when he gave her the time of day, and also the devastation she went through when he would leave. He always left.”

  Holy shit he is talking!

  I kept silent hoping that he would continue with his story. Even though I knew I would have questions, I feared his silence more than I feared not knowing the answer to my questions. And I didn’t want to risk not hearing his reasons behind his hurt.

  “She would be depressed and not come out of her room for days. It was during those times, that I had to fend for myself. I had to cook my own food, and get myself ready for school. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to do those things, she just couldn’t. It was like a sickness that consumed her, being in love with a man who didn’t give two shits about her, or me.”

  My heart ached for both he and his mother and the raw emotions that they had to endure. I ached for his mom for being so in love with someone, only to have her heart trampled on over and over again. But most of all, my heart ached for that little boy he was, who had to watch his mother sink into depression and become a shell of the mother she could have been to him.

  “He came home one night and messed with my mom’s head again. She begged him not to leave. I remember sitting behind the couch and hearing them fight. Things grew heated and before I knew it, it got physical. I didn’t know if my father was drunk, high, or a combination of the two but he started hitting her. He kept pounding his fists into her. I can still hear the sound of some of her bones crushing, but the image I will never escape was her lying there, lifeless when he was done.”