Ashley's Bend (26 page)

“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.