by Love, Lust
Chapter 10
Ashley opened her eyes to find Darius staring at her naked breasts. She soon realized he traced the outline of one softly with his index finger.
“What are you doing?”
“Thinking.”
He didn’t even look up. She tried to pull the sheets up over her breasts, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Darius!”
“Ashley!”
She couldn’t help but giggle for a second, then she shoved his hand away and pulled his gaze up to her eyes by placing her hand beneath his chin and pushing until he complied.
“Seriously, why are you staring?”
The room was quiet while she waited for his answer. It was early morning and dappled sunlight flooded the room through the tall windows.
“It’s hard to explain.”
He ran a hand over his head and tugged his ear, then before she knew what he was about, he yanked the sheets back down.
“Your breasts are so incredibly beautiful.”
She felt the blush and squirmed beneath his stare, but she couldn’t get the sheet away from him this time.
“Darius.”
She pulled at the sheet, but to no effect since Darius grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the bed. He climbed atop her and the hoyden she’d become since knowing him was thrilled, still, little shy Ashley Bensen could have killed him for embarrassing her like this.
“I’m serious. I’m really glad you had the implants removed. I didn’t think I’d have feelings about it one way or the other. Maybe I’m just not a breast guy, maybe it has to be the whole package that turns me on.” He sighed. “That wasn’t what I was trying to say.
“I’ve seen you naked since you were eighteen. I’ve seen all your films, all your layouts, seeing you in the flesh…I mean, with your own breasts…” He growled, clearly frustrated. “I’m tripping all over my words. It’s just you are quite possibly the sexiest woman on the planet and…”
“It’s all make believe.”
She muttered quietly under her breath. She’d heard this a hundred times before, right before the man in question lambasted her for not being anything like her image.
“But it’s not.”
His gaze lowered again, her nipples peaked under his stare this time and she shivered with want. How he could make her feel all that while she battled against her own insecurities, she wasn’t sure, but the arousal was very real.
“Ashley, sexy is up here.”
He released one of her hands for a brief moment and touched her head. Ashley took the opportunity to yank the sheet up over one breast. Darius growled and climbed off her.
Ashley sat up and watched him disappear into the closet. She tucked the sheets and duvet cover tight around her entire body and waited for him to come back. When he did, he’d put on jeans. She felt understandably disappointed. They weren’t buttoned, but still, he was dressed while she was naked. Somehow, it seemed an unfair advantage.
“I’ll prove it.”
In one swift yank, he had all the covers off the bed and on the floor. Ashley gasped and went for a pillow but he was just as quickly on top of her again. He swiped the pillows from the bed as well, then pinned her wrists to the mattress. The heated gleam in his eye made her want whatever he was about to do, but her mind argued.
“I’m not really Ashley Williams.”
“I don’t give a fuck what your name is, honey.”
He smiled and slowly wrapped a silk tie around her wrist.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
He secured the tie around her other wrist.
“Darius?”
“Yes, darling?”
He climbed off her, but placed one hand flat against her abdomen encouraging her to stay still.
She couldn’t see exactly what he did above her head, but it didn’t take a genius to know he fastened the ties to something behind her. A moment later, he came back down and straddled her thighs, a sinful smile gleaming at her. She tugged gently against her bonds but couldn’t get her arms down. She was bound, hands together above her head. Secretly, she thrilled at the idea, still for some reason, she felt it was important to argue with him.
“Darius Kiersen, untie me immediately.”
He ran one finger from her neck, over her collarbone, and atop her breast right beside, but not touching, the nipple. It made her crazy. She arched, hoping he’d take the hint, instead he sat back and placed his hand back on his own thigh.
“No.”
“But…”
She tried to argue, except couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say. She felt rather wanton and aroused and quite frankly, if he had untied her, she would have been sorely disappointed.
He smiled as if he could read her thoughts
“You. Are. Sexy.”
She opened her mouth to disagree and he placed his index finger over it, then slowly rubbed it over her bottom lip.
“I don’t care about the color of your eyes or your bra size.”
His fingers began to roam her body. He traced the outline of each breast, then slid his hands along her waist to her hips. His gaze resting on her shaved pussy, he adjusted his position atop her and spread her thighs giving him a much better view, but he didn’t touch her.
“I don’t care if you’re thin or curvy. I don’t care if you’re shaved. I don’t even care if you’re naked or clothed.”
She watched as his eyes ever so slowly took in every inch of her, from her head back to her pussy. His gaze roamed slowly and sparked with delight. She saw a feral passion he couldn’t have faked. Her nipples got harder. She grew wet and unconsciously arched her pelvis toward him.
“Ah, see what I mean, darling? I’m dressed, I’m not touching you, yet I’m turning you on, aren’t I?”
He knew damn fine that he was, but she wasn’t about to admit it.
He leaned over her, bringing his mouth close to her ear.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“No?”
Even to her own mind, her voice sounded weak and pathetic. She rolled her eyes, but Darius brought her attention back to him immediately by running his tongue along the shell of her ear, then dipping it inside.
“Mmmmmm.”
“Don’t you?”
He nipped her lobe with his teeth.
She shivered.
“Cold?”
Both hands ran softly along her sides as his mouth nuzzled into the curve of her neck. His chest pressed against her. He held her hips. Everything he did was like tightening a spring. She pressed her pussy against his very clothed cock, the rough fabric of the denim scratching against her clit in a very erotic fashion. She did it again just as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.
His tongue pushed into her mouth. She could barely keep up. She rubbed herself against him, getting surprisingly close to climaxing. She tried to move her hands, to touch his back but found, of course, the ties prevented her.
The entire situation made her hotter and needier by the second. The kiss ended, but Darius kept his face a mere inch above hers. His darkened eyes, his wet lips curving into a wicked smile, all added up to a sinful package that was completely irresistible.
“I want you, Ashley. All of you. Your mind, your body, your heart, and soul. I want it to be mine.”
He sat back up. She watched his gaze travel to her nipples. She bit her lip, held her breath, and arched her back in a silent plea.
“You want me to lick you? Take your nipples in my mouth? Make them wet?”
He leaned closer. She was about to scream with need when he stopped and looked up at her.
“What do you want, Ashley?”
“Lick me.”
He did.
One slow lick over the top of her left nipple made her nearly jump off the bed, but it wasn’t enough.
“More. Again. Now!”
He laughed softly, but she didn’t care.
“So are you sexy, then?”
“No, you a
re! Now lick me again!”
He did, once more, slowly—licked, and then lightly sucked. She moaned, arched, and pushed her breast further into his mouth. His tongue swirled over the nipple as she tugged against the ties that held her hands. It was no use, the man must have been a boy scout or something, ’cause he knew knots.
His hands once more made a slow slide down her sides and over her hips. He blew on the wet nipple, then flicked it a few times with his finger. She pushed herself against his cock again, beginning to need his intimate touch desperately.
He roughly ran his hands along her arms, briefly tangled his hands with hers, then kissed her again with so much heat, she was sure she’d incinerate.
“Are you sexy?”
Ugh.
“Sure, now fuck me.”
He laughed, his body moving down hers, his tongue now making wicked love to her navel.
“Oh, my God.”
He looked up, met her stare.
“What, nobody ever gone down on your belly button?”
She laughed at the mere thought.
“No, can’t say they have.”
He smiled for a second before his tongue dipped back inside, his hands holding her hips steady. She slowly lost the battle with her mind, the emotions and physical sensations climbing to such a level there was no way she could ignore them. When he pushed her legs apart and slid between her thighs, she felt the anticipation in every cell.
She watched him look at her so intimately, it made her want to squirm, but she lay still. His finger brushed the juncture of her thighs on both sides, framing her pussy without touching it. It made her fucking crazy!
“Are you sexy, Ashley?”
She knew what he wanted her to say, but how could she? Just because he was having a delusional moment didn’t mean she had to join him.
His fingers brushed the skin on her upper thighs again, then so softly she thought she may have imagined it, he brushed over her labia. She shivered with wanton delight. She needed him to finish what he’d started and knew the only way was to tell him she was sexy in a way he’d believe her.
She opened her mouth just as he slipped one finger inside her, effectively cutting off whatever it was she’d thought she’d say.
“Mmmmmmm. Oh, good Lord, yes, Darius. Make me come. Please.”
He slowly removed his finger and reached up toward her. She took it in her mouth, sucking her own juices off his finger. She loved that flare in his eyes when he got seriously turned on. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
“Ashley, no one has ever done to me what you do. Right now, here in this bed, I’m so fucking hard and so near coming in my jeans, it’s not funny. The first day you called me, just the sound of your voice made it necessary to jack off in my office before you came over.
“I get that some men are into large breasts. I get that some men may be turned off by your shyness, but to me, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. Everything about you is sexy. Your scent, the way you move, your laugh, the way you touch my cheek. You. Are. Sexy. It may just be my opinion, but I guess I was hoping that my opinion was the only one that mattered.”
He waited, searched her eyes, asking silently for her to believe him. As his words percolated into her head, she realized he had it right. He was the man in her bed, between her thighs. If he found her sexy, whose opinion mattered more? The look in his eyes told her he meant every word, that flare could not be faked. She grazed his finger with her teeth as he slowly pulled it out of her mouth.
“I am sexy.”
It felt ridiculous to say it, but as the words came out, she felt a weight slide off her. She giggled.
“I am sexy.” A moment’s hesitation caught her that time. “Right?”
She growled at herself.
“No, don’t answer that.”
He laughed but remained silent. So she tried again.
“I am sexy, to you, at least. And for now, that’s what matters.”
He ran his hand over her body again.
“Ashley, you are beyond sexy. You are everything I’ve ever hoped to find in a woman. You are incredibly giving and kind. Thoughtful and supportive. You’re braver than any other woman I’ve ever known and stronger, too. I love you, everything about you. To me, there will never be a woman sexier than you.”
Her eyes welled with tears, one slipping over the side and running back into her hair. They weren’t sad tears, though. In this moment, she thought she felt a deeper happiness than anything she’d ever known in her life. She felt the walls she ordinarily kept in place around her heart slipping and for once it didn’t seem like such a scary thing.
She’d nearly lost the edge of her arousal as her mind shifted gears, but Darius wasn’t done with her. With a promise in his blue gaze, he laved her pussy, slowly pushing his tongue inside her.
She moaned, her body tensing in the decadent pre-orgasmic sensations floating to her brain.
No one had ever tied her before and something about the freedom it offered, like anything was allowable, like she could be as wild, wicked, and wanton as she’d ever before fantasized because she couldn’t say no. She was tied—his willing captive—and she loved it.
His tongue slid over very sensitive flesh. He suckled her clit. She pushed herself up off the bed, closer, wanting more of him. Her hands pulled against her bindings, but they never once loosened. She moaned, reveling in the sheer ecstasy she found in submitting to his will.
He cupped her ass, bringing her up to his mouth so he could devour her. She only lasted another minute before the entire world crashed around her in a celebration of sensations that were almost too intense to bear.
He continued to eat her, lengthening the orgasm with expert touches until she fell utterly limp against the mattress, swearing she’d never move again.
“Oh, no you don’t, my little pet.” He reached beneath her and flipped her to her stomach. “I thought you were requesting a good fucking just a little while ago.”
She felt his weight lift off the mattress as he stood off the bed.
“Huh?” She fought through lethargy that was so thick, it delayed every message her brain sent out. “Oh, well, that was pretty damn good.”
He pulled her ass up. She braced herself on her elbows the best she could with the ties still in place. He leaned over her, once again coming close enough to whisper, “I’m not going for pretty damn good, sweetheart. I’m going for unquestionably miraculous.”
She was so wet and so aroused that he slid in without any problem. He was hard and with the first plunge, he hit the sweet spot. She had to bite her lip from coming a second time. She wanted this to last. She wanted to enjoy every damn second of it, but it didn’t matter. She came again hard, the ripples of pleasure running the length of her entire body and concentrating in her toes as she had an incredible urge to curl them tightly.
She wanted to fall to the bed, twice was her limit, but he still hadn’t come and she wouldn’t deny him the pleasure, so she held on, resting her head in the crook of her arms while he caressed her breasts from underneath.
In this position, gravity seemed to help her size and they filled his hands nicely. At least, from her vantage point, it felt that way. His balls slapped her pussy, just nudging her clit with every lunge forward and it made her crazy.
“Come for me, Ashley, don’t hold it back.”
Until Darius, she’d never come more than once. She thought twice had been more than she had a right to ask for. At the moment, she wondered if three were possible, because every time his cock struck her g-spot and his balls slapped her clit…
There was no time left to think. The sensation grabbed her hard and she simply leapt into the waiting bliss. The orgasm ripped through her, causing her to scream out in pleasure the likes of which she’d never felt. Somewhere in her peripheral consciousness, she knew he came, too, calling her name in a deep growl that sent shivers up her spine.
Nice girls didn’t fuck, that’s what she always believ
ed. Had sex, made love, she used the word, usually for shock value, but as Darius dropped her softly to the mattress and fell partially on top of her, the only thought in her head was she’d just been well and truly fucked, and it was a glorious thing.
* * * *
“It’s done.”
Ashley placed the phone back on the desk with some reluctance. A part of her wanted to call back Duncan and tell him forget it, but she wouldn’t.
Darius wrapped his arms around her waist. She allowed herself to sink into his warmth.
“Duncan said he’d have the contracts messaged over this afternoon.”
He kissed her forehead.
“You know you didn’t have to go back to work yet.”
She shrugged and pulled away, moving to the large leaded glass window.
“It’s what I do. I work. I’ve worked since I was a baby, I…” She sighed and turned to meet his gaze, feeling so many emotions, she couldn’t place them all. “It’s what I do.”
“Darius, I…”
She stopped mid-sentence when Johnny came in the room. The hairs on the back of her neck instantly picked up on the tension in him, making her shift uncomfortably.
“Princess.”
She smiled tightly.
“Mr. Princess.”
Darius growled, then turned to face Johnny.
“Would you stop calling me that?”
Ordinarily, Ashley laughed at the exchange. She kind of assumed it was why Johnny did it, but today, something was all wrong.
“Johnny, what’s wrong?”
“Where’s Paige?”
“Upstairs.”
She drew a deep breath, her brain starting to go through all the possible scenarios. It couldn’t possibly be a physical threat or he’d have her out of there faster than she could have asked about it.
It wasn’t like him to act like this. The last time she remembered him behaving this way was when…
“Oh, my God!”
She darted around the desk, but this not being her home, she didn’t know where anything was.
“Darius, where’s the TV?”
“Princess, just call Duncan or Morey.”
Ashley saw the chagrin on his face at the mention of Morey’s name, but if he’d chosen Morey intentionally with Darius standing right there in front of him, this was bad.