by Roxy Sloane
“We’ll see.” Now it’s my turn to shrug off praise. “It still doesn’t feel real, I guess because I’m so far away from the office. Vacation time.” I try not to think about LA.
“Cheers to that.” Ash clinks his glass to mine in a toast. “And I know I promised to leave work behind, but I do have a few calls to make. Why don’t you settle in upstairs, and meet me in an hour for dinner? There might even be some more gifts waiting…” he adds mysteriously.
Ash heads to his office, so I take the opportunity to explore the house. There are at least five guest bedrooms upstairs, plus a personal gym and master suite that takes my breath away. I run a bath, soaking in the huge sunken tub that looks out directly over the sunset ocean view.
Bliss.
I sip my martini, and steal a couple of chocolate truffles from the box laid out beside the bath.
I could get used to this.
For a moment, I wonder what’s going to happen once I go back to Los Angeles. Will we make this work long-distance? What about if Ash has to go back to England?
I stop the voice of uncertainty. For now, I have everything I need right here. I’m going to enjoy the moment as long as it lasts. We can talk about the future some other time.
Besides. The man has a private jet. He can make it work.
I finally drag myself out of the tub, feeling totally relaxed. I wrap myself in a fluffy robe, and wander into the huge master bedroom. It’s dominated by a massive king-sized four-poster bed, and I shiver, imagining the possibilities of those bed posts. They’re perfect for handcuffs, or scarves, or any kind of restraint.
Ash could tie me down and spank me right here.
Then I look closer and realize, there’s something resting on the middle of the bed.
A black box tied with a gold ribbon. A thick creamy card tucked under the label.
It’s another invitation.
CHAPTER EIGHT
JUSTINE
A shock of anticipation rushes through me. He’s still playing our sexy game.
Eagerly I go to the bed and scoop up the gift. I’ve wondered if he would stop the notes and filthy gifts now that I know his identity. Well, here’s my answer.
I love that he’s still dreaming up ways to turn me on. Every new game has been hotter than the last, and I can’t wait to see what he’s planning for us now that I know he’s the one.
I slide off the ribbon and open the box. Nestled inside the crimson red tissue paper are two small silver balls, linked by a silver cord.
I pick them up, curious. They’re heavy, with a strange rocking motion like they have a counter-weight inside. I check the note for a clue, but all it says is, Enjoy.
Mysterious.
I check the time and realize I don’t have long to dress. I unpack my case, selecting some barely-there panties in a gorgeous smoky grey lace with cutouts that expose more skin than they hide. This is lingerie designed to be undressed. Or, better yet, ripped off my body.
After I slide them over my ass, I pick out a dress, finally deciding on a deep maroon lacy number. It’s demure and ladylike in front, with a high neckline and three-quarter-length sleeves, but when I turn around, it’s a whole different story: totally backless, with the fabric swooping low to the base of my spine. I fix my hair up in a loose braid to show off the skin, and check my reflection.
Hot as hell.
“You’re going to get us arrested.”
Ash’s voice makes me turn. He’s leaning in the doorway, his eyes roving over me from head to toe. Stripping me naked.
I pivot, enjoying the power of his gaze. “It’s totally legal, see?” I show him the front and strike a pose.
“But the things I’m going to do to you won’t be.”
Damn. Lust shoots through me. “Who says we have to go out?” I purr, sashaying closer. I can see the bulge in his pants, and I can’t wait to feel that cock driving deep inside me. “Order in. Eat off my naked body. Fuck me right here.”
Ash chuckles, and then that commanding look comes over his face. “Patience, darling. I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.”
His gaze goes to the open box on the bed. He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t like your gift?”
“I don’t really know what they are,” I admit.
He gives me a wolfish grin. “You wear them,” he says, picking up the looped cord and dangling the balls from his hand.
“Obviously not around my neck…” I frown, still perplexed.
He chuckles. “You don’t wear them there.” He gives me another look, and I realize.
“You mean, inside me?”
I feel a rush of heat.
“You’re going to like this. I know it.” He walks over to me. No, more like he prowls.
“Oh, really?” I push, as if I’m not already soaking at the thought. “You sound very sure of that.”
“That’s because I know you, JJ,” he murmurs. “I know what a dirty girl you are. How you’ll love sitting in the middle of the restaurant surrounded by people, clenching this toy tight in your hot, juicy cunt.” Ash’s eyes blaze through me. My knees go weak. Fuck, he’s hot.
Ash trails one hand over the curve of my body. “Every time you move, or take even a single step, they’ll vibrate inside you, rub your walls so good that you’ll be begging me to let you come. And if I’m feeling generous, I may let you.”
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
My pussy clenches. He’s right. Tonight is going to be fun.
“Are you up for it?” he challenges, dark and devious.
It’s taking everything I have not to fall to my knees and beg him to just fuck me now. Tell him I’ll be good for him and do whatever he wants as long as he takes me hard first.
But that’s not part of the game.
“Show me,” I say, slowly pulling my skirt up and widening my stance.
Ash’s eyes go fierce with lust. My panties are barely a few straps covering my pussy.
“You’re not the only one who likes to give gifts,” I add with a smirk.
Ash closes the distance between us and takes my mouth for a quick, hungry kiss before turning me around to face the mirror.
I sink back into his arms. God, I love how strong he is when he takes control and makes me submit to his desires.
“You make my cock so fucking hard,” he whispers in my ear, watching me in the mirror. “I’m going to enjoy sliding balls deep into your tight juicy cunt after dinner.”
“You could do it now,” I moan, pushing my ass back into his hard cock. He presses back, and I whimper. My body is aching, so sensitive for his touch. “I insist on it, actually. Come on, Ash. Make me scream.”
I can feel his hot, shallow breaths against the back of my neck and it makes me shiver, but instead of grinding against me again, he eases back.
“Haven’t you learned yet, sweetheart?” he murmurs. “I’m in charge of this show.”
He grips my hip with one hand and places the other between my shoulder blades, bending me over so my ass is jutting back toward him. He tugs my panties down around my knees and forces my legs wider, spreading me open.
Yes.
My pussy throbs with need as Ash leans over me, kissing down the back of my neck and licking over my bare skin. He grinds his cock into the cleft of my ass, hard and thick even with the layers of clothing separating us.
Fuck, I need that cock buried deep in my wet pussy. Driving me wild, riding me hard and deep.
“Ash,” I whimper, thrusting back against him. “Touch me, please.”
He answers by sliding his hand around to cup my mound, rubbing my clit with firm, delicious strokes.
I gasp, pressing into his fingers. “Yes,” I groan, feeling the friction and heat coil tighter. “Fuck, right there.”
He teases me, roaming lower, stroking into my wetness.
“That’s right, darling,” he murmurs, his breath hot in my ear. “You want me, don’t you? You need me to fill this greedy cunt all the way up.”
“Yes,”
I thrust against him harder. “Now.”
Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers into my dripping cunt, stretching me open to pump fast. Fuck yes. My legs give way as the pressure rises, but he holds me up, trapping me in place. I roll my hips, riding his fingers, so close to coming that I’m dizzy.
“More,” I beg. “I need it. I need to come.”
“Don’t worry,” he whispers, “You will. Later.”
And with that promise ringing through my ears, he withdraws his fingers and pushes the metal balls deep inside me.
I gasp from the sensation. The spheres are cool and smooth, sliding up inside me. I clench around them, and feel them shift and roll.
The sensation is unfamiliar yet exciting. It’s not a crazy, intense stimulation like the butterfly vibrator, it’s more subtle and erotic, a gentle caress across my nerves as the balls rock together and press against me from the inside.
I clench again, and feel a low burn of pleasure build.
Ash looks at me with a knowing smile. “Just wait, sweetheart. It only gets better. I promise, you’ll be screaming by the end of the night.”
The drive to the restaurant is sexy as hell. Every curve and bump in the road sends the benwa balls rocking together inside of me. They shift and rub deep inside me, and it feels like foreplay from the inside out: a slow building arousal that sparks deep inside me, soft and sensual and so fucking good.
I love the sensations rippling through my body, but more than that, I love how Ash is the one calling the shots. Before, I was driven crazy by the mystery of who was sending me invitations to all these sexy games. Controlling the butterfly, watching through the grille in the sex club. Ash was in total control then, but I didn’t know it.
This time, I have him right here.
“Do you miss it? The mystery?” Ash asks suddenly, as if he can read my mind.
He moves one hand from the wheel to my thigh, softly stroking through the lace.
“I like this better,” I reply honestly. “I love knowing that you’re here, watching me. That we’re both getting turned on...”
“You’ve got that part correct.”
Ash moves his hand higher, pressing right against my clit.
A shiver of pleasure runs through me. I clench in anticipation, shifting the orbs inside me as Ash keeps stroking. The pleasure magnifies, inside and out: sharp and slow, all at once.
I bite back a moan. Fuck, this is good, and he’s only just getting started. I shift in my seat, rocking gently against his hand, but before I can find a good rhythm, Ash pulls his hand away.
I make a noise of protest, just as he slows the car to a stop. A valet opens my door, and I quickly pull myself together.
Ash is waiting for me on the sidewalk. “Everything alright?” he asks, sliding one arm around my waist.
“Just peachy,” I smile back, following him inside.
The restaurant is one of those high-end rustic places, all natural wood and white linen tablecloths. It smells delicious in here, but I’m only half-focused on my surroundings, because every step makes those balls rock gently inside me, building a slow, deep pressure that makes my heart beat faster and my body tremble with lust.
“Table for two, Pierce,” Ash tells the teenage guy manning the host stand. I can feel the guy’s eyes on me, and I wonder if he can tell how turned on I am right now.
Actually, I’m sure everyone can tell. Fuck, my nipples keep rubbing against the scratchy lace of the gown, and my panties are completely soaked through already.
“Welcome, Mr. Pierce.”
The boy leads us to the best table in the house, set in the middle of the room.
“Your server will be right out,” he says, blushing when he looks at me. “And if you need anything else, just ask me.”
“Thank you,” Ash says with a smirk. “We will.”
The teenager quickly scampers away. Ash chuckles. “That boy wants you so much he’s about to jizz his pants,” he murmurs, “And I don’t blame him. You look like you’re about to come right here.”
“I’m close,” I admit, gladly sinking into the chair as Ash holds it for me. I scooch forward but freeze as the benwa balls vibrate, fresh heat pulsing inside me.
Ash leans down to whisper in my ear, “Easy now.”
It’s pure delicious agony getting myself settled in, but once I’m seated, Ash moves to his own chair and sits, his eyes roving my body intensely from across the table.
I smile sweetly. “You know, if you want to be a gentleman and help a lady out…”
“Behave.” Ash fixes me with a commanding look. “You don’t come until I say you can.”
I feel another bolt of lust. I love it when he orders me around.
A busboy fills our water glasses, and I take a sip, letting the cool liquid calm me down as I finally pay attention to our surroundings.
The restaurant is simple but elegant, with a gorgeous view of the moonlit ocean. As I take it all in, Ash flags down our server and orders for the both of us.
“Lobster to start, then the steak,” he says. “And a bottle of Brut.”
I wait until the server leaves. “What if I didn’t want the steak?” I ask, teasing.
“I know what you want.” Ash’s gaze sears right through me. “Even when you don’t know it yourself.”
I look away, my mouth dry with surprise and recognition.
Yes he does. Every time.
The champagne arrives, and our first course too. Everything is delicious: the buttery lobster, and the light-as-air champagne. I let out a sigh of satisfaction. “You’re spoiling me.”
“I have to make up for lost time,” Ash replies. He reaches across the table and clasps my hand in his. “I meant what I told you last night, JJ. I want to build back what we lost. I want you to trust me again.”
My heart flutters in my chest.
“I’ll trust you,” I agree. “But no more lies. You have to be honest with me. Deal?”
Ash hesitates a split-second. “Deal,” he says. He pauses to take a sip of champagne. “So how are you enjoying your gift?”
I swallow. My gift is currently sending exquisite pleasure through my pussy, making me clench my walls around the foreign objects.
“Oh, they’re just fine,” I say breezily, as my clit throbs to be touched.
Ash looks like he knows I’m faking. “They were only the first part of your surprise,” he murmurs.
Really? I can’t wait.
“This food is delicious,” I add, playing it cool.
“Not as delicious as your sweet cunt,” Ash replies.
I drop my fork in surprise. Adrenaline races through me as I quickly look around, but nobody is paying us any attention.
I catch my breath. “We’ll just have to save that for dessert,” I tell him with a playful wink.
He stares back with a look of blatant lust. “I’m hungry,” he says. “I want dessert right now.”
Holy shit.
I tighten at his words, and the pressure between my thighs grows to an unbearable blaze.
“Take off your panties,” he orders me in a low voice. “Follow the back door down to the alleyway. Wait for me with your dress up around your waist and both hands against the wall.”
I gulp. “Now?”
“I’m not asking you, JJ,” Ash says with steel in his voice. He sounds so hot, so dominant. “I’m telling you. Right now. Take off your fucking panties.”
CHAPTER NINE
JUSTINE
I’m caught in Ash’s stare, commanding me. My stomach twists. Dear lord, this man is sexy.
I check around us. The tablecloth is long enough to hide my lap, and if I’m careful, nobody will see…
“I thought we could go out on the water tomorrow,” Ash says casually, like he hasn’t just ordered me to strip in the middle of a crowded restaurant. “I have a yacht at the marina, I think you’ll enjoy the ride.”
“I always enjoy a good ride,” I coo, inching my dress up my bare thighs. I feel an i
llicit thrill adding to my arousal. Nobody is looking our way as I carefully wriggle out of my soaked panties. “It’ll just depend if there’s enough wind in the sails.”
I stick my tongue out playfully. Ash grins.
“Oh, those sails will be more than big enough to handle a good blow.”
I giggle, pulling my skirt back down. I close my fist around the damp lace and get to my feet. “Excuse me,” I say loudly. “I’ll be right back.”
I lean over him and slip my panties in his jacket pocket. “For you,” I whisper, as I sashay away.
I can feel his eyes on my ass, so I put an extra swing in my step, the balls rubbing me so good with every stride.
My heart is racing as I follow his directions to the back of the restaurant. Sure enough, there’s an exit by the bathrooms, leading outside. I hurry down the steps, and find myself in a narrow alleyway leading to the street. It’s dark here, bathed in shadows, but people walk by just a few feet away.
I pause. He told me he wanted me waiting with my skirt around my waist and both hands against the wall. I shiver. In that position, I’d be totally exposed to anyone who comes out that door – or who happens to glance in the alleyway as they pass.
But Ash ordered me. And it’s so fucking hot to obey him.
My heart is in my throat as I hike up my skirt and take position, placing both hands against the wall. The night air is cool on my bare ass, it slips between my hot thighs, caressing my aching pussy.
Fuck, I’m so turned on. I want that man inside me, filling me up, splitting me open with his ravenous cock.
I hear a noise behind me, and it takes everything I have not to turn around. Fuck, that better be Ash.
Footsteps approach me. My pulse thunders. Who is it?
I feel his heat before he even touches me. Hands slowly run over my bare hips. Still, he doesn’t speak.
My stomach lurches. How does he do this to me? Make it so thrilling, push me past the edge, every time.
I clench my thighs with anticipation. The balls rock slowly inside. His touch turns teasing, tracing lightly over my belly, my thighs, my bare ass.
I’m a torrent of need by the time he finally speaks.
