by JA Huss
“I just can’t do it, Ronin.”
“Fine, we get that. Obviously. But dude, you’re almost twenty-six fucking years old. You can’t manage a fucking friendship? I’m sorry you’re infatuated with her. Sucks to be you, right? But you’re the one who wanted her to depend on you. And you got your wish. She depends on you. She cares about you. Maybe not in the exact way you want, but she fucking cares, Ford. And you just shit all over her. She’s worried about you—even after all those things you said, she still wants me to make sure you’re OK.”
“Put her on the phone then.”
“Fuck you. You don’t call up here and say put her on the phone. If you want to talk to her, show the fuck up and talk to her.”
“I can’t, I’m on my way to LA.”
“Yeah, with some girl you just met. So this new pet is more important than us?”
I ignore the derogatory remark about my women, because he’s baiting me and I don’t take bait. “I’m not coming back and that’s the end of it.”
He hangs up on me and I pull the phone away and just stare at it.
“Wow, you’re on a roll with these people.”
Ash is standing at the bottom of the stairs in a t-shirt that says ‘I’m not a ski addict, sometimes I have sex too’ and nothing else as far as I can tell. The shirt hits her mid-thigh so she may or may not have panties on. I’d like to find that out right now. “Ready?” I ask her before she can comment further.
“I’m ready,” she says with a sly smile.
“Where’s the baby?”
“Finally sleeping.”
“Finally?” She walks over to me slowly and I stand up. “You’ve been up in the fucking bedroom all damn day.”
“Yeah, but she wasn’t sleeping. I was.” Ash laughs at that. “Well, I was trying anyway. She was babbling almost the entire time. I’m surprised you didn’t hear her.”
I find the timer function on my phone and set it for fifteen minutes. Ashleigh glances down at it then looks back up at me. “So, fifteen minutes?”
I don’t smile, on the outside anyway, but I do on the inside. “That was the deal.”
“And I’m gonna be satisfied?”
“Well, that’s up to you, I guess. I promised you a satisfying answer to your one question. You turned down the promise of an orgasm if I recall correctly.”
“Hmmm…”
I want to laugh because she just has no idea how I work. But I don’t laugh, because she’s about to find out and I want to watch her reaction when it hits her. I like to read their minds as they try to figure shit out.
“Well, what do I have to do to get satisfaction?”
“Follow directions.”
“Sounds easy.”
“Then you should be wildly satisfied in fifteen minutes, Ashleigh.” She shivers when I say her name and I know she’s been thinking about this all day. I press start on the timer. “Take your clothes off and don’t talk. I’ll be right back.”
She’s got the shirt off before I can even turn away. It stops me dead for a moment, because even though I’ve seen her breasts on several occasions, I’m just not ready for how spectacular they are when bared specifically for me. They almost look fake.
“They’re not fake,” she says. Like she’s reading my mind.
“No talking.” I point to the pink panties. “Remove those and present yourself to me, I’ll be right back.”
“Timer’s running, Ford. So chop chop.”
I look back at her as I get to the stairs and shake my head. “I own you right now, Ashleigh. I’d be careful.”
I’m quiet when I enter the bedroom. The baby is lying on her back, arms out, mouth open and breathing deep with sleep. I fish around in my dresser drawer until I find the black silk scarves, then quietly leave the room and go back downstairs.
Ashleigh is standing naked all right. She’s shaved clean down below and she’s got her hands behind her back, her chest out. She’s wearing a big smile and she’s swaying back and forth a little, like she’s the one in control here.
I smile too. “Well, you’ve almost got the position down, but your form is a little off. So I’ll correct that later.”
“With those?” she says, looking down at the scarves.
“Shhh. That’s three now. You’re gonna be sorry if you keep this up.”
“You just wasted four minutes, Ford—”
I cup my hand over her mouth and put my other hand firmly on the back of her head to hold her still. Her eyes widen and look up at me. “I don’t like to repeat myself. When I tell you to be quiet, I expect compliance. I own you, Ashleigh. That was the deal. And if I want you to open your mouth, believe me, I’ll let you know when to do it and where to place it.”
I remove my hand from her mouth and take my attention back to the scarves.
“Yes, sir,” she quips softly.
I smack her on the ass. Hard. She yelps and tries to move away, but I have her wrists and I bind them up behind her back with one of the scarves. “I warned you. Now stop.”
She looks up at me, her brow crinkled, but I just slip the other scarf around her eyes and that takes care of that. “Follow me.” I take her by the elbow and lead her over to the far side of the room. I hold her at the waist, then put my hand on her forehead so she doesn’t crash it on the window as she bends. “Lean forward.”
“Am I facing the windows? With the lights on?”
I smack her ass and it makes a nice loud crack sound.
“Ow!”
Another smack and now her entire ass is bright red. “Stop talking, Ashleigh. And then I’ll stop the spankings.”
“What if I like the spankings?” she purrs.
“Lean forward and press your head up against the window,” I growl into her ear. This time she obeys and I rub her ass a little. “Good girl.”
She lets out a grunt, but it doesn’t really qualify as speech, so I let that one pass.
Her ass is beautiful and has just the right amount of firmness. I hate girls who are all muscle and Ashleigh, whether built this way naturally or carrying a few extra pounds from the baby, has a nice round ass.
I continue caressing the red handprint on her cheek, then let my fingers slip between her legs briefly, but pull them back the second she reacts. I lean down into her neck, breathing in her ear until she shivers before I start to whisper. “You’re a very good girl when you behave, Ashleigh. You please me when you comply. You make me hard. You make me want to stick my fingers in you and make you come.” She moans again and I pull my fingers out. “Now let’s talk about what’s happening. I asked for control, you agreed. I told you to be quiet, you disobeyed. When you disobey, I have to punish you. Do you like the spankings, Ashleigh?” She says nothing and I smile a little. “You may answer.”
“Some of them.”
I reach around to her breast with my other hand and cup it gently. It’s hard and full. “Have you ever been spanked before?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever been tied up before?”
“Yes.”
Well. I’m a little surprised. “Did you obey your master, Ashleigh?”
“Sometimes.”
“Will you obey me?”
“Maybe.”
At least she’s honest. But I’m not looking for honesty now, I’m looking for submission.
“Let’s see if you want to play nice tonight, shall we? Spread your legs.” She complies and I smack her on the cheek, not as hard as before. She groans but doesn’t complain. I rub her ass with my full palm and let it tease her folds for a moment before pulling back. “That’s one. I owe you two more.” She stiffens but I don’t smack her again. I lean into her neck, breathing into her ear again. Then I let my mouth dip down to her shoulder and I bite her. She whimpers at this act. “I don’t kiss, Ashleigh. I bite. I don’t like to kiss, but I do like to bite. So when I bite you, pretend it’s a kiss. Can you do that?”
“Ye—”
I bite her again and her word
cuts off.
I thrust my thigh between her legs and raise it so she’s off balance and teetering on one set of tip toes like she was last night. I grab her waist to steady her and she moans as my leg pushes against her bare pussy. I remove my leg and let her regain her balance. “Open wider, Ash.” She obeys. “I’m going to go outside so I can see what the neighbors see right now. Stay still for me now.”
I study her from the side for a moment. Her breathing picks up and this makes her chest heave. Her tits hang, not freely, they are far too full to dangle. Her nipples are hard, her areolas are wide and dark. I move around to the back and look at her ass. I was wrong about her blushing. She’s into it. But I wasn’t wrong about how her ass in the air would make me feel. “Stay,” I command her as I open the basement door that leads out to the front of the house. I walk down the driveway a little and then turn.
Fuck. She is like a sexy little goddess up in that window.
The neighbors can’t see her. There’s a shitload of pine trees in the way. But she doesn’t know that, so the threat serves its purpose. She thinks people can see her all spread out against the window. And she’s still doing it. So she likes the thought of being watched.
I take out my camera and snap a picture, then walk back inside. She’s shivering with cold since I left the door open. I grab her arm at the elbow and tug her back towards me. “Stand up straight now, keep your legs open.”
She does and then I pull her back into my chest and put my arms around her. “Sorry for leaving the door open. Now you’re cold.” She sinks into me as I rub her tits and then her stomach. I breathe into her neck, trying to make her warm. My hand drifts around her body, and these light, feather touches make her shiver more instead of heating her up. Her nipples are incredibly hard and bunched. I twist one and she cries out, her whole body doubling over and recoiling as she tries to pull away from me.
Too hard. “Sorry,” I murmur. “They’re sensitive?” She nods her head against my chest and I catch her holding back a potential sob. That’s it for her. She’s about done with this. “Come with me.” I lead her over to the back of the couch and push on her shoulders a little. “Bend over the couch, Ashleigh.” Her ass goes up and her bound hands are clasped tightly together near her waist. I slap her left cheek. Hard.
“Ow!”
I slap her again, not so hard. “No talking.” I slip my fingers between her legs and cut off her words with my attention. “I owe you one more. I warned you not to talk. You promised me total control, yet you disobeyed, so I have to punish you. Do you understand, Ashleigh?”
She nods her head and just as she starts I smack her hard again. She whimpers but holds in her cry. I can tell this is not what she expected, so I rub her ass gently. First the one red cheek, then the other. My touch calms her and then I slip my fingers inside her and pump a little. “I hadn’t planned on you being so naughty, Ash.” And just as my last word is out, the timer beeps. “We’re done.”
I stand her back up, unbind her wrists, remove her blindfold, and walk away. “You want a beer?” I call out as I go up the steps.
She doesn’t answer me.
I grab two anyway and go back down. She’s just pulling on her shirt and I can tell by the look on her face that she’s angry. I offer her a beer and to my surprise she takes it and plops down on the couch. I sit down on the other end. “Thoughts?”
She takes a sip of her beer. Breathes deeply for a moment. “Well, I guess I wasn’t expecting that.”
“What were you expecting?”
“To be fucked hard and left satisfied.”
“Do you wish I’d fucked you hard and left you satisfied instead?”
She takes another drink and gives this some thought. “I’m not sure,” she finally says.
“Do you want to do it again?”
“Tonight?”
I laugh. “No. You need to think about what happened before we try again. It took you a while to give in and for me, that’s not a good sign. I asked for control, you fought me. You were rude.”
“Rude?” She shoots me an incredulous look, like I have some nerve.
“You promised me control, then you were a smartass. I think that was rude.”
“So you punished me by not getting me off.”
“I didn’t get off either. We’re even. You said you’ve done this before.”
“Yeah, but your spankings hurt.”
“They’re punishment, to let you know I’m unhappy with your behavior. If I made them pleasant you’d never care if you displeased me. We never got past the initial control. Who is in charge and who is not. If we had, you’d be a lot happier right now, I guarantee it.”
She grunts and leans back against the couch. “Well, whatever. It’s my turn now. I get one question, fully answered to my satisfaction.”
“Shoot.”
She looks me in the eye, her frown gone and a sly grin replacing it. Her eyes almost gleam in the light. “Why didn’t you go to your father’s funeral?”
And this is when I realize I might’ve underestimated Ashleigh. Because this question was just as planned and plotted as me having her ass up in the air in front of the window.
Chapter Eighteen
“How do you know I didn’t go?” I ask. I already know the answer to that, because it’s only been brought up once.
“Mrs. Pearson, that morning in the motel. She said everyone wanted to see you there and you never showed.”
I study her expression for clues to what she’s thinking. It’s not very telling. She might in fact, be some kind of pokerface expert, because I’m not seeing anything beyond her almost stoic, flat glare.
“I guess,” she says in a low voice, her chin tipping up in superiority as she talks, “I’ll have to find my own satisfaction tonight.”
“With this question.”
“Yes.”
“Why?” My eyes are squinting down into slits, I just know it.
“Because you don’t want to talk about it.”
“So you’re mad because of the spanking and now you want to get even.”
“Maybe. You want to use your power over me, and that seems to be fine. Yet when I do it, I’m some sort of conniving bitch. Is that how this works?”
“I don’t do funerals.”
“Ha!” she belts out. “OK, first, Ford.” She says my name with a snarl. And now I know I really pissed her off with the spankings. “Do not insult me with your answers by assuming I’m stupid. Second, even if I accepted that as a plausible answer, and I don’t, but even if I did, I’d need every detail on why you don’t do funerals. And then I’d like to know exactly why you couldn’t muster up some courage and just attend a function for a few hours to honor the father you say you loved.”
I might like to turn her over and slap her ass for that remark. Luckily she continues and doesn’t wait for an answer, because I’m very close to leaning over and doing it.
“You had your way with me in front of the window, now it’s my turn.” She gets up and walks over to the office and grabs the Scotch out of the drawer and the nosing glasses from the desk. She sets the bottle on the coffee table in front of me and goes to the basement bathroom to wash the glasses. I have a full two minutes to seethe properly before I have to tuck that shit down and pretend she’s not pissing me off.
“Pour,” she says as she sets the glasses down.
“I’ll make it a double, how’s that?” I ask her with fake amusement.
She takes her glass and sits on the far side of the couch. As far away from me as she can get. It’s only then I notice she’s still only in her pink panties under that t-shirt. It’s hard to miss, she’s flashing them at me. “Cute,” I say, tilting my glass in the direction of her open legs.
She laughs. “You think I’m going to give in and let you win this game, Ford? I won’t. I don’t like to lose either.”
“So you’ve been hiding this cut-throat fem-Nazi behind some demure broken-hearted wife routine for what purpose?”<
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“Fuck you. Don’t speak about my—” She stops mid-sentence and takes a deep breath and this sets off a small alarm bell in my head. “Don’t talk about him.”
“Then don’t talk about my father.”
“I’m allowed. You wanted me to submit to you for this game. I wanted you to answer my question. That’s the deal we made, and from what I can tell, you’re being disrespectful to me right now. Rude, even. Because you’re not doing what you promised.”
Wow. I might regret ever meeting this girl.
“Fine, you want to know why I don’t go to funerals? I’ll tell you. I was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome as a child. I’ve seen more than forty specialists over the course of my life—”
“Wait. Why? Asperger’s doesn’t require that many doctors, especially if you’re high-functioning. And if you do have Asperger’s then you’re definitely high-functioning. So you left something out.”
I squint at her again. Who the fuck is this chick? “I’ve left a lot out. But you only get one question. You want to know why I didn’t go to my father’s funeral. I don’t do funerals because I don’t experience emotions like most people. Funerals, celebrations like birthdays, that sort of thing… New Year’s parties—none of these things have meaning to me. And my father would’ve understood my decision not to go to the funeral. So don’t pretend like you know enough about me, or him, to even form an opinion about that.”
She stares at me.
“Are we done? Are you satisfied?”
She downs her double shot of whiskey and sets her glass down on the coffee table. Then lets out a long breath. “OK.”
“OK?”
“I guess that’s the only satisfaction I’m getting tonight, so I’ll take it.” And just like that the other Ashleigh is back. The pit bull has been collared and leashed.
I huff out a laugh and then drink my whiskey as well. “You decided you didn’t want me to satisfy you, so don’t blame your disappointment on me.”
“You hit me!”
“You disobeyed. I told you I would spank you if you disobeyed. You admitted to liking it. You pushed me on purpose.”
“It fucking hurt.”
