Insatiable Series Box Set

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “Are things still the same with you? I mean, with us?”

  Withdrawing his hand from my knee, he leaned back looking down.

  “I’m glad you brought that up, Ronnie. Ever since we broke up, I’ve been wanting to explain something to you. I think I was unfair to you, and I’m sorry. You see, it has to do with my mother.” He stopped as the waiter sat the silver bucket of champagne on the table along with his glass of Macallan. He finished the scotch quickly as the waiter popped the cork on the champagne and poured two glasses.

  I sipped my champagne waiting for him to finish.

  “You know that I lost my mother when I was young. Lost meaning she left us.” He cleared his throat looking very uncomfortable. I could tell how hard this was for him.

  “I know, Ash. I’m sorry.” Setting my glass aside, I reached across the table for his hand. As I attempted to touch him, he jerked away.

  “I…I don’t like to talk about her. One morning when I was around seven years old, I went into my mother’s bedroom. My father was often out of town, so I had gone into her room wanting her to play with me. As I slipped unnoticed into her room, I caught her in her bedroom with a close friend of my father’s, a man I called ‘Uncle’ Mike. They had obviously been fucking as he came out of the bathroom and kissed her. He didn’t see me there. Horrified and confused, I ran from the room.”

  My mouth fell open. Ash had never shared anything with me about her except to tell me she had left him when he was young.

  “Oh, Ash,” I whispered. His hands began to tremble as his face turned pale. When he spoke, he voiced cracked with emotion.

  “Then she went out and bought me a train set like I’d always wanted. It was an antique train set and quite valuable. It was identical to the one my father had had as a child. The next day she gave it to me calling it an ‘early’ Christmas gift. She said I could have it if I didn’t tell my father what I’d seen. I didn’t understand what she’d done at the time, but I knew it wasn’t right. After she left the room, I shoved the train set underneath my bed. I never touched it again.” Tears welled in his eyes. I ached for him.

  A sob caught in my throat.

  “I’m so sorry, Ash. That’s terrible.” Again, I reached for his hand. This time he allowed me to hold it.

  “It’s fine. I just wanted you to know. It’s been such a long and lonely road when you know you’re walking alone.” He took a deep breath.

  I glanced around the restaurant. Many customers had already left and it was nearly closing time.

  “You aren’t alone, Ash.”

  He nodded blinking back tears. Then he rubbed his hands across his face.

  “I’m not telling you this to feel sorry for me. I’m telling you this because that’s why I didn’t think I could love you. I never allowed myself to feel anything after that.”

  “Are you saying you think you can now?” Anxiously, I leaned even closer.

  “I’m not sure, but I think it’s a possibility. I care for you so much, Ronnie. I wanted you to know that it wasn’t because I didn’t love you years ago, it was because I couldn’t. I didn’t want to face up to the trauma my mother caused me. It hurt too much, but now I think I’m ready.”

  “Ready for what?”

  “To share my life with you. Veronica James, I love you.”

  I nearly fainted in my chair. My heart leapt with joy. He was mine! Finally, he was mine! I thought I was going to have to pinch myself to prove I wasn’t dreaming.

  “Ash, I love you too. What does this mean?”

  He finished his champagne and smiled.

  “I see you still wear the locket. That pleases me so much, Ronnie, but to answer your question it means we get the fuck out of here.”

  “And go where?”

  “My place is near here. Let’s go.” He stood up and deposited a wad of cash on the table.

  Without a word, we raced out of the restaurant to a limo he had waiting. My heart was so full I was soaring.

  Less than an hour later I found myself just where I wanted to be. Ash had a dungeon constructed in his apartment. It was more lavish than the one he’d had at his house in Hyannis. The walls were covered in the same dark red silk damask similar to the previous dungeon he’d had at his house in Hyannis. The lighting was dim with lantern sconces decorating the walls. There was a black lacquered St Andrew’s cross in the center of the room. He had an assortment of whips, restraints, riding crops, and nipple clamps. There was a leather bench and a spreader bar as well.

  “Ash, you never change, do you? Ever the dom.” I smiled as I ran my hands over the St Andrew’s cross.

  “Of course, you wouldn’t want me any other way, would you?” He smiled unbuttoning his shirt.

  He was exactly the same man I’d fallen for years ago. But this time he was mine.

  Ash pushed me back against the wall pressing his lips to mine.

  “Just like the locket says. You’re mine, Ronnie, and you always will be.”

  Melting into his arms, my flesh ached to feel his strong hands. My pussy tightened and immediately became wet. Slight pulsations filled me and he was nearly making me come just by the touch of his lips.

  “Have you been a good girl, Ronnie?” he whispered, tracing his fingers along my collarbone down to my cleavage.

  “No, Ash, I’ve been a very bad girl. I need you to correct me.”

  “I can tell now that you’re here.” He spun me around to unzip my dress. It spilled around my ankles as he grabbed me by the back of the neck. He forced me to my knees and gestured for me to get on all fours. Whipping off his shirt he tossed it aside not taking the care he used to with laying it on a chair. Ash took a leather flogger from the wall and swished it through the air. My back arched as I eagerly awaited the flogger’s sting against my flesh.

  Swack!

  “I want you to dance for me, Ronnie.” With that, he lashed me again as he picked up his iPhone to set the music.

  The pulsating, driving beat of a song I’d only heard once before, ‘Third Day of a Seven Day Binge’ by Marilyn Manson reverberated throughout the dimly lit room.

  I stood up and began to sway to the beat swishing my hips back and forth. Slowly, I undulated before him reaching up to unhook my bra dropping it to the floor.

  Ash stood back shirtless with the flogger in his hand wearing a wicked grin on his handsome face. I hadn’t felt this alive in years as I danced before him. I had nothing on but a black silk thong and my red high heels. As I reached back to slide them down my legs, Ash lashed out with the flogger biting into my flesh sharply. I winced, but the pain quickly turned to ecstasy.

  I spun around to face him as the music changed to ‘Desire’ by Meg Myers, a song I loved. I began to slowly dance around him poised to remove my thong.

  Baby, I want to fuck you….

  “Keep them on.” He commanded as he grabbed me taking me over to the St Andrew’s cross.

  “Are you ready, Ronnie? I want you to place your palms against the cross and arch your back.”

  Wet with anticipation, I did as he commanded arching my back and thrusting my ass out. Ash knelt down behind me. My body quivered just waiting to see what he would do to me.

  His hands slid slowly up my legs as he pressed his lips against my upper thigh. His tongue and lower lip dragged across my leg sensually tracing a line up to the curve of my ass. His hands ran up to my waist caressing the small of my stomach before he wrenched my panties down to my ankles. I sucked in my breath holding it my body tensing for the whip.

  “Step out of them,” his voice commanded.

  I lifted both feet as he grabbed my panties tossing them aside.

  “Keep your hands against the wall.”

  He parted my legs as I heard a familiar vibrating noise. He pressed a huge, cold object against my pussy. The vibration drove me wild. I was drenched already from anticipation as he slid the vibrator between my slick lips. Teasing my clit, I began to shake.

  “Don’t come, Ronnie, not
until I say so. Control it.”

  I bit down on my lip. It was so hard to remain standing with my hands against the wall! I wanted to come so badly as he continued to rub the vibrator against my clit pressing against my ready opening.

  “Ronnie, are you coming? It looks like you are.” He noticed my pussy starting to pulsate. I clenched myself inside as tightly as I could. I tried counting to ten.

  “Stop it, Ronnie. I thought I’d trained you better.” He withdrew the vibrator. I took a deep breath as I readied myself for what he might do next.

  Swack!

  The whip crossed against my flesh so sharply I had to grip the edges of the cross with all my might to keep from falling.

  Again and again he brought the leather flogger down against my flesh.

  Each time I felt myself dizzy with ecstasy longing for him to enter me. I hadn’t felt him inside me in so long I could hardly stand it.

  Beads of perspiration began to trickle down my back. The music was still pulsating throughout the room. It was a song I had never heard before. The air was thick with my own musky scent mixed with the masculine aroma of his cologne.

  Finally, he stood back. My legs still shook as I steadied myself against the pillars of the cross.

  “That was ten lashes, Ronnie, one for each year we’ve been apart. Now that you’ve been corrected we can have some real fun.”

  He reached over and removed my hands from the cross. Lovingly, he caressed my deliciously sore bottom. His fingers traced each whip mark. He swept me up in his arms carrying me over to the leather bench.

  “I’ve missed you so much, Ronnie.” He whispered into my ear his lips trailing against my neck.

  “I missed you too, Ash. I can’t tell you how much I wanted this.”

  “You have a lifetime to tell me, Ronnie. I’m never letting you go again.” His words were music to my ears. I could hardly believe I wasn’t dreaming. This man who was everything I’d ever wanted was saying the words I’d been longing to hear for ten years.

  But there was one problem.

  Bryce.

  How could I ever tell Ash about him? Being with Ash made me realize I never really loved Bryce. Now more than ever I knew I wanted to end things with him. But there was also my father to consider. What would he do if he knew Ash and I were back together?

  I knew exactly what he would do and it wouldn’t be pleasant.

  Looking into Ash’s eyes, I forgot about all that. All I could do was revel in the love I felt between us.

  Chapter Five

  Bright morning sun streamed in through the huge picture window. I rolled over shielding my eyes. Looking next to me, I saw Ash curled up his eyes closed sleeping peacefully. I propped myself up on one elbow and ran my hand over his muscular chest winding my fingers through the light patch of hair atop his chest. I leaned over to kiss him all over starting from his chest down. As I pulled the sheet from his body, I found his cock rock hard and staring straight up at me.

  Enjoying the smoothness of his skin and feeling the girth of his cock in my hand I had a strong urge to just sit on it. My pussy was wet already from stroking his cock. I threw the sheets aside and straddled him. His eyes were still shut tight and his breathing was even. He was still asleep.

  Wetting my fingers inside my pussy, I rubbed my juices on his cock. I slowly inched down on his cock feeling how sore I still was from last night. Every inch of him filled me stretching my lips to their limit. Ash moaned and opened his eyes.

  He gazed up at me my tits lush and full hanging in his face my wet pussy enveloping his cock.

  “My God, Ronnie, what are you doing?”

  “Fucking you. I’m sorry, Ash, I couldn’t help myself.”

  His eyes were big staring at me as if he couldn’t believe I would take upon myself to do such a thing. His hands cupped my breasts filling them. He squeezed each one as I began bouncing up and down his cock.

  “God, yes, fuck me, Ronnie!” he commanded. His eyes squeezed shut bliss written all over his face.

  He gripped my waist tightly and began to bounce me up and down his cock. He reached out his hands for me to hold as I raised up on my feet to ride him hard. Throwing my head back, I could feel my orgasm close. I wondered if he would let me come now.

  His eyes opened catching my gaze. My pussy began to contract tightly around his cock. I was so close.

  “It’s all right. Come, Ronnie.”

  Magic words! As soon as he uttered them, I felt sweet release as I came harder than I had the night before. His cock swelled even bigger as I felt his lurch forward.

  Ash groaned loudly. I could feel his come filling me up. Slowly, I released his hands falling forward into his arms. I could feel his heart pounding next to mine. This was bliss, this was true fulfillment in every sense of the word. At that moment, I knew he was my soulmate.

  Brushing my hair from my face, Ash pulled away slightly to look at me.

  “Ronnie, whatever possessed you to do that?”

  I shrugged.

  “You looked so peaceful, but so sexy just lying there. I was just overwhelmed with the desire to have you inside me.”

  Ash chuckled. He ran his fingertips over the locket.

  “I’m so glad you did. Wow, what a way to wake up. You should stay over more often.”

  I rolled off the bed gazing at my phone.

  “It’s after 8:00! Dammit, I have a meeting with Coburn Thomas at 10:30! I need to get going, Ash.”

  As I set about gathering my clothes, Ash rose from the bed. He grabbed my hands and sat me back on the bed.

  “Not yet, Ronnie. Breakfast first.”

  I threw up my hands.

  “I don’t have time for breakfast, Ash! This meeting is very important. We have a lot of money riding on this deal. My father will kill me if I’m not there.”

  He nodded.

  “You have an hour and a half. It takes twenty minutes to get to your office. I took the liberty of ordering breakfast last night. My maid should have it waiting for us. Just get back into the bed and I will serve you.”

  Reluctantly, I crawled back into the bed taking my bra and panties with me.

  “Stay nude.” He ordered as he spied me slipping into my bra.

  Ash retreated down the stairs emerging moments later wheeling a cart laden with silver dishes. Seeing as he was still nude, it was quite an appealing sight. He always had breakfast prepared for me, but he’d never brought it to me in bed. This was a pleasant surprise.

  As I attempted to rise from the bed to enjoy our breakfast, Ash pushed me back down.

  “I told you I would serve you.”

  Confused, I did as he instructed. With dramatic flair, he pulled the silver domed lids off the dishes. It was an elaborate affair. The exquisite dishes were made from Limoges porcelain. It was Bernardaud Chateaubriand Blue 40. I recognized the pattern as I had just been china shopping with Bryce a few weeks ago. Bowls of fresh fruits and plates were decorated with the most delectable breakfast foods I’d ever seen.

  “Ash, this looks amazing! You must thank your chef.”

  He chuckled.

  “Yes, Oliver has outdone himself. I told him I wanted the most lavish breakfast he could invent.”

  Ash proceeded to wheel the cart right next to the bed. Expecting that he was going to prepare a plate for me, I waited to be served.

  Then he pulled a black silk blindfold.

  “Ash, what’s going on? How can I eat if you blindfold me?” I laughed picturing myself spilling the food down all over myself as I tried to eat without seeing.

  “No, Ronnie, you don’t need to see. I will take care of you.” He slipped the blindfold around my head tying it securely in the back.

  Amused, I leaned back as I allowed Ash to do what he wished with me.

  “It’s my business doing pleasure with you, Ronnie. Allow me.” I heard the clink of silverware against the fine china.

  “Open your mouth.” I opened my mouth feeling the silver spoon against m
y teeth. A wonderful taste delighted my taste buds. I didn’t know exactly what it was, but as the delicious food melted on my tongue I tasted lobster, eggs, and cheese. There was also a hint of caviar. I savored that bite as Ash spooned a bit more into my eager mouth.

  “How was that?” He whispered as he brought a linen napkin to my mouth.

  “Delicious. What was that? I tasted lobster and caviar.”

  I heard the silverware against china again as I imagined he feeding himself as well.

  “A lobster frittata. It’s Oliver’s take on Le Parker Meridien’s famous Zillion Dollar Lobster Frittata.”

  “Mmmm. So good. I thought it had a familiar taste. I’ve dined there for breakfast numerous times. Excellent. Give him my compliments.” I licked my lips.

  He brought a glass of champagne to my lips.

  “Drink.”

  I sat back eagerly awaiting the next course.

  I felt Ash’s fingers brush my lips. I opened my mouth and bit down on a strawberry. The juices spilled down the sides of my mouth. It was fresh, sweet, and delicious.

  “Strawberries,” I murmured as I licked the juice from my lips.

  After he’d had me finish a small bowl of berries, I sat back feeling satisfied. My pussy was wet with anticipation. I couldn’t imagine what he would do next.

  “Now it’s my turn to eat, Ronnie.”

  I quivered all over wondering what he meant by that. Suddenly, I felt a cold, wet sensation on my nipples.

  Ash’s lips touched my nipples licking and sucking them. I detected the scent of whipped cream.

  “Mmmm,” I murmured as my nipples hardened. I felt an enormous rush of heat to my pussy. I couldn’t wait until he moved below. My hands reached out to tangle in his thick head of hair.

  Then he poured a sticky, thick substance onto my tits and stomach. He lapped it up tracing a line from each breast down to the small of my stomach. I heard the clanking of dishes as he was picking up something.

  I jumped as an icy cold liquid was poured across my pussy.

  “Ash! What are you doing?”

  “I told you I was eating.” His voice so sexy and deep spoke from between my legs. A small object then traced against my clit. I could only imagine what it was. I squirmed with pleasure as his tongue found its’ way to my sweetness. His tongue lapped against my pussy licking the cold liquid from it. Gently, he blew against my hardening nub his breath making my pussy warm and tingling. Ash brought the object to my pussy dragging it slowly across my flesh driving me wild with desire. His tongue flicked across my pussy faster and faster as my clit swelled from his touch. I twisted my head from side to side digging my fingernails into his strong shoulders. Just as I felt myself on the verge of coming, he plunged the object into my pussy. I shot up off the bed as the object was small and cold.