Ashley's Bend (21 page)

“Nothing to concern yourself with,” I said as I pushed up from where I was perched over the top of her on the couch and stood up.

“Now, which way is your bedroom?” I asked her as I smiled seductively.

“Down the hall and to the left. Why?” I reached for her hand and pulled her up to her feet. She looked up at me quizzically.

“Because I’m not leaving here until you have at least three orgasms.” I said leaning in to brush my lips against her ear and whispered. She gasped on a sharp intake of air that was filled with desire. I pulled her by the hand practically dragging her to the bedroom.

I can show you so much pleasure Ashley, teach you all the ways to explore your body. I just cannot give you more than that.

Dominic’s words echoed in my ears as he dragged me down the hall to my bedroom
. Do I want this man so desperately that the only way I could have him was sexually? Maybe I can be the one to break him. What if I could make things different for him
? Something horrible had happened to this gorgeous man that had made him fearful of relationships. I intended to find out what it was and help him heal. If I had to start with my body then so be it.

The moment we entered my room, Dominic slammed the door behind us and spun me around pinning me. He pressed his nose into the crook of my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin there. The act sent a fireball of charge straight to my clit. As he continued his torture, he added to it by bringing one hand up to twist my nipple between his fingers. He pulled and kneaded the delicate responsive nubs of flesh and my back arched away from the door pressing my breast further into his hand. Soon his fingers were replaced by his mouth as he pushed back the fabric of my robe to expose my breast and took the hardened pink skin of my nipple in between his teeth and bit it gently. A strangled moan flew past my lips and I felt the wetness pool between my legs, soaking my panties. I was still in my housecoat from earlier this morning and all it took was one pull on the tie and my body was exposed to him.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, Ashley. I want inside of you so badly I can barely breathe. But first, I want to taste you.”

Dominic’s hands left their assault on my breasts and skimmed their way down my rib cage to my waist. His thumbs momentarily dug into the skin at my waist before he hooked them into my panties and painstakingly slowly drew them down my legs. He taped my ankles signaling for me to step out of them.

He was now kneeling before me with his face on the same level as my pussy. I could see the desire and want in his dark chocolate eyes as he stared at the most intimate part of me.

“Hook your legs over my shoulders and let the door support you from behind,” he ordered. When I hesitated, his hands moved up to grip my thighs and he forced them over his shoulders.

“You are going to have to learn, Ashley, that when I ask you to do something, you do it immediately. No hesitations, no second guesses. I am not a patient man.”

I didn’t even have time to think, hell, I barely had time to breathe when his mouth ascended onto me and his tongue circled my clit. His dexterous tongue moved in a torturous figure eight pattern and had my belly clenching and my already dripping wet pussy convulsing from the pleasure. I pressed my hips into his mouth trying to deepen the pressure and his primal groan sent me catapulting over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm.

Dominic continued his mission, riding out my orgasm until my body relaxed from the moment of euphoria. If my legs were not hooked over his shoulders, there was no doubt I would have collapsed to the floor.

His dark brown eyes looked up at me and a slow seductive grin spread across his face.

“One.”

Holy hell. I don’t think my body can take another orgasm that powerful.

Dominic removed my legs from his shoulders, caressing each one as he placed my feet on the floor.

“Go lie down on the bed with your hands over your head,” he said with authority. My legs felt like rubber as I made my way across the room to lay on my bed. The coolness of the sheets at my back helped to relieve some of the fire that had spread through my body. Dominic stalked over to me and I looked to his hands to see that he was holding the tie to my purple terrycloth bathrobe. He sat down next to me on the bed and brought the tie up to my wrists that were perched above my head. His eyes glanced down to mine for a brief moment as if seeking permission. I nodded my head gently and he proceeded to bind my wrists together before tying the ends to the frame of my headboard.

Standing up, he rid himself of his clothes and I was rewarded with a front row view of his sexy body. All hard lines and finely defined muscles stared back at me and if my hands weren’t bound, I could have wiped away the drool from my mouth. I think he even had a six pack on his six pack. Every curve, every line, was a work of art and my mouth was salivating.

He returned to the bed and placed himself between my legs. Taking one finger he ran it through my already wet folds and my body bucked off the bed.

“No—no− Dominic I’m still too sensitive,” I begged. This only fueled his desire and he brought his thumb up to circle my clit. Each ring he made with his thumb around my overly sensitive bud of flesh sent shockwaves spiraling through my body. Without any notice Dominic drove two fingers inside of me to stroke the walls of my rhythmically throbbing sex. I all too soon felt the familiar build that started low in my belly.

“You will come again, Ashley,” he said and that was all it took to send my body splintering into a thousand pieces again.

“Two.”

I barely registered the sound of the foil packet ripping and Dominic sheathing himself before he slammed into me. My hands were still tied above my head and I couldn’t reach out to touch him like I wanted to. His rhythm was relentless as his hips collided with mine and his balls slapped against my ass.

“God, Ashley, you feel so fucking good. Ahhh-I can’t get enough of you and your delicious cunt. I love how it squeezes around me. Come. Come for me.”

“Oh God Dominic, I−I can’t! Oh God!”

I could no longer form any coherent thoughts as Dominic continued to pound into me. It was rough, carnal and I loved it. He wasn’t holding back and I knew I would be sore later but I didn’t care. I was lost in the sensations as his hips began to rotate hitting a spot inside of me that sent a surge of pleasure rippling through me. A few more undulating pumps later, another climax hit me unexpectedly and I yelled out his name in a feverish release of pressure. Dominic slammed into me one last time incoherently growling my name before he emptied himself into me and collapsed on top of me.

“Three.”

Our breathing was rapid as our chests heaved against each other mixing our sweat. Dominic reached up and untied my wrists from their restraint and caressed them softly. There was a red ring around both of my wrists that would last as a reminder of our extracurricular activities. Dominic looked at me for a brief moment. His eyes held confusion and fear as he took in each feature of my face before he pushed himself to get up and sit on the side of the bed and rested his head in his hands.

I reached out to touch him and he jumped flinching away from me.

“Dominic what is wrong?” I asked meekly. How he could be in such a melancholy mood after what we just experienced together was confusing.

“Nothing. I need to get to the club,” he said as he stood and started putting his clothes back on. I laid on my bed in complete confusion. I should be happy. He had given me three mind blowing orgasms, but instead I was hurting and confused by his brush off.

After getting dressed, he walked over to the door and I thought he was going to leave without saying a word to me. When he reached the door, he stopped with his back facing me.

“I truly hope you consider returning to the club. This can never happen again, Ashley. Our relationship can exist only within the walls of The Celtic Knot from now on.” And with that he walked out of my room and out of my apartment.

I decided to take on a double shift working at the diner on Monday, needing something to keep me busy and distracted while I tried not to think about Dominic or the club. I was still hurt and a little angry by his abrupt departure from my apartment the day before. I felt used, perplexed and bewildered. Dominic’s mood swings went from one extreme to the next. I didn’t understand how one minute he wanted me, and the next he pushed me away.

As angry and upset as I was with him, I couldn’t help but sympathize for the broken man that was inside of him. I so desperately wanted to reach out to him, to help heal the demons that had control over him. The physical attraction between me and Dominic was insurmountable, but I felt this deep emotional connection to him too. He hid behind those walls he had built up and every time he started to get too close he got scared and ran. So what was it that had him running?

I looked down and realized that I had robotically been wiping the same spot on the counter for almost ten minutes while my mind wandered off about Dominic. My attempt to keep myself busy and occupied was a bust. How could I
not
think about him?

I heard the bell ding telling me that an order was ready from the kitchen. Reaching up, my hands retrieved the hot plates from the warmer window that separated the front of the diner from the kitchen. When I turned around to go deliver the piping hot food to its desired consumers, I nearly dropped them both to the floor when I saw Jared sitting at the counter.

It had been over a week since I saw him last, or thought I saw him when Kelly and I went to lunch. He was still in a disheveled looking state with messy, greasy hair and a beard that would put the Duck Dynasty guys to shame. Jared was always so clean cut, sharp and on point about his looks. The man sitting before me was a shell of what he used to be. Even though I was no longer in love with the man that he used to be, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t still concerned about his overall well-being.