by Roxy Sloane
“Time for your next gift.” Ash nods to the long table in the middle of the lawn.
It’s draped with white linen. In the middle, there’s another black box with a gold ribbon.
I shiver with excitement.
I walk closer and pick it up. I pretend to shake it with a teasing grin. “Hmm,” I muse. “It rattles. Did you get me a Matchbox car?”
Ash shakes his head, smiling.
“A real car?” I joke.
He chuckles. “Open it and see.”
I unwrap the ribbon and lift the lid.
Holy shit.
“Ash…” I stutter, looking down in shock. Nestled on a bed of crimson velvet is a diamond choker. Tiny stones glittering in five rows, fastening with a jeweled catch, like a collar.
A drop-dead gorgeous, incredibly sexy, unbelievably expensive collar.
I look up at him, dazed. “I can’t—” I start to protest.
Ash cuts me off. “You will. Now put it on,” he adds, that thrilling steel back in his voice. “I want to see you wearing it—and nothing else.”
Ash plucks the choker from the box and brushes my hair aside, gently fastening it around my neck.
The metal is cool. Platinum. Heavy.
I quickly reach for my zipper, but Ash grabs my wrist. “No,” he stops me. “Slowly. I want to see every inch of you.”
Lust is burning hot in his eyes. I pause. He wants a show?
I’ll give him a goddamn show.
I place one hand in the middle of his chest and push him backwards into a chair. “You know the rules,” I tease. “No touching the dancer.”
Ash smirks. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll be begging for me by the time I’m done.
He’s spent all night driving me crazy. Now he’s going to get a taste of his own medicine.
“Is there any music in this place?” I ask.
“The controller is by the door.”
I sashay over, swaying my hips with every step. I find the iPod deck and select a playlist full of sexy, sultry songs. Before I hit the button, I take out the ben-wa balls so I can really move to the beat. A moment later, a sensuous beat floods the backyard, pumping through invisible surround sound speakers.
I turn back to Ash with a smile.
He’s lounging back in his seat, arms folded, waiting for my next move.
I make him wait a little longer.
Slowly, I prowl back towards him, taking my time. I lean to dip a toe in the water. It’s deliciously warm. “Mmm,” I sigh. “We should take a dip later.”
“Did you bring your suit?” he asks.
“What do you think?”
Ash chuckles, but I can see him shift a little in his seat. Good. I want him turned on and hungry for me.
I come to a stop a few feet away from him. I’m bathed in light here, but it feels totally private, like we’re in our own world. I let my hips sway, feeling the music, the sexy melody.
I’m going to make him hard and ready.
Slowly, I reach behind my back and tease down the zipper.
Ash watches, his smile fading now to a ravenous stare.
Fuck, he’s hot. Those eyes, raking over me. That muscular, lean power beneath the designer suit.
I hold his gaze, slipping one sleeve, then the other from my shoulders.
The dress crumples around my waist, leaving my breasts totally naked.
Ash inhales sharply.
I smile, savoring the whisper of cool night air on my skin. My nipples are hard, pebbled with lust, and I stroke them, smoothing my fingertips over the tender buds.
“Mmm,” I moan softly.
Ash’s jaw clenches with tension.
My hands trace lower, pushing the dress down over my naked hips. I didn’t put my panties back on at the restaurant, and now, I ease the dress lower and lower, until it falls to the ground.
I step out of it, wearing nothing but high stiletto heels, my new necklace, and a fuck-me grin.
Ash devours me with his eyes. I’ve never felt so sexy, so powerful, as when he’s looking at me like this. The tension coils low in my pussy, a sensuous hot pressure that’s impossible to ignore, waiting for something more to come.
Slowly, I pivot in a circle, displaying myself to him. I feel like I’m in a dream, a haze of lust and need.
Wet.
I touch myself for him. My hands graze across my stomach, my hips, my thighs, knowing that his dark eyes follow their path. My skin is hot and tight with anticipation.
“Spread your legs,” Ash orders in a growl. “Show me your slick little cunt.”
His words make me even hotter. Damn, this man has a filthy mouth.
I do as he says, moving until I’m standing right over him and widening my stance. Now, his face is just inches away from my bare pussy.
He licks his lips.
God yes.
He reaches for me, sliding his hand up my naked thigh.
I slap it away.
“Naughty,” I say, just to torment him. “No touching, remember?”
Ash growls.
“Of course,” I add, “that rule only applies to your hands.”
He looks up at me and I feel his breath on my cunt.
“Interesting…” he murmurs, dipping his head towards me.
He slowly licks up the inside of my thigh.
I shudder. Fuck, that feels so good. I’m so turned on right now, just the wet lap of his tongue against my skin is driving me wild.
Ash licks higher, flicking his tongue against my lips.
“So wet,” he murmurs approvingly. “Juicy and sweet.”
I sway against his mouth, willing him to lick me harder. Deeper. Tongue me where I need him the most.
But now Ash is the one teasing me, licking up over my hip, along my ribcage, dipping to swirl his wet tongue in the hollow of my bellybutton.
My breath comes in hot little pants. My breasts feel swollen and tender. I push them eagerly toward his lips.
He chuckles against my skin. A low hum of sensation. Then, slowly, he rasps his tongue across one tight nipple.
I mewl in pleasure.
“That’s right, darling,” Ash whispers. “You want me.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Tell me how,” he demands, turning his attention to my other nipple. He sucks it in his mouth, rolling the tight bud against his tongue.
My head falls back in pleasure.
“I want you right here,” I sigh, opening my legs wider. “I want you to suck my nipples, and rub my clit. Thrust your fingers into my cunt, feel how wet I am for you.”
Ash makes another growling sound. His hands are clenching the arms of the chair, white-knuckled and tense.
“Bend me over the table and fuck me hard from behind,” I continue, lost in the fantasy, the feel of his mouth roving over my hot skin. The tightness between my thighs, the hungry clench inside.
“Spank me like you know I want it,” I gasp. “Pound into me, fill me up with your thick, hard cock. Fuck me until I’m screaming, ‘til I’m raw and coming all over you.”
Suddenly, Ash grabs my wrists hard. He rises from the chair, pinning me in place.
His eyes are wild. Hot.
Commanding.
“You’ll have all of that, my sweet,” he vows with a look of fierce determination that melts every last bone in my body. “You’ll have every filthy thing you dream and more. But first get on your knees,” he orders me. “I’m going to watch you suck my cock.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JUSTINE
I fall to my knees, gazing up at him.
His cock driving deep into my throat, filling me up, spurting his release?
Yes. More. Now.
He towers above me, so strong and powerful. A fresh wave of heat rolls through me.
This man is magnificent.
I eagerly unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, sliding his pants and briefs down to reveal that glorious cock.
It springs free, already thick
and straining to my touch.
I look back up at Ash, holding his stare as I lean in to lick the head.
His whole body tenses.
I lick again, trailing my tongue down the shaft before swirling back up around his head. I can taste him, salty and manly in my mouth.
Delicious.
Ash knots his fingers in my hair and yanks my mouth closer. I feel a thrill at his force, but hold back, slowly taking the length of him into my mouth. I suck around his thickness before drawing back again, savoring every lick.
His eyes are hot on mine as I tease along his thick shaft. I watch the muscles of his face tighten, the clench of his jaw, loving the way his cock jerks as I trace my tongue over the sensitive ridge.
“Fuck, JJ,” he growls as I cup his balls in one hand and stroke along the shaft with the other, keeping our eyes locked as I bend to take his whole cock in my mouth.
This is so fucking hot. I’m getting wet just sucking him off, not a single touch on my own body, but still, I’m throbbing for more.
I angle my head, taking him in deeper.
His chuckle ends in a moan as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. Then I swallow around him, using my throat muscles to milk his shaft. Ash lets out a strangled groan.
And then I start to move.
I lick along the thick hard length of him again. Fuck, he feels so good. My mouth, my pussy, anywhere he thrusts this cock is just fine with me.
I pull back, licking down to suck his tight balls, one at a time, into my mouth.
Ash growls, moving his hands to snag the necklace. He uses it as a collar, pulling my head back up and thrusting deep into my mouth again.
Holy shit, that’s hot.
Ash pulls back, then guides me forward again, controlling my movements and the depth of his thrusts with the choker until it’s clear, he’s in charge now.
A new shudder ripples through me. He’s controlling me, and I love it.
I suck eagerly, deep-throating him until I feel his body go tense. Yes. I can tell he’s close. I move my head, gripping his shaft with my lips in a tight suction as my tongue flicks back and forth around his sensitive tip.
I want to push him over the edge. I want his cum gushing hot down my throat.
But Ash pulls back, releasing my choker and taking two steps away.
I wait on my knees, confused and panting.
“Why did you stop?” I ask.
Ash turns back to me, his face a mask of barely-held control. “Because I meant what I said,” he grounds out hoarsely. “As sweet as your mouth is, there’s only one place I want to come. Buried in your tight, greedy cunt.”
Heat ricochets through me.
“What are you waiting for?” I challenge him, spreading my knees to reveal my slick pussy. “Come and get it.”
“Oh, I will.” I can see the control slip as he trails that hot gaze over me.
I’m naked and ready, waiting on my knees, and I’ve never felt more powerful.
“But first,” Ash smirks. “I’m going to eat dessert.”
I smile, leaning back on my hands and spreading my thighs wider.
Ash chuckles. “I meant the takeout from the restaurant.”
He strolls over to the table, where he left the bag. Lifting out a pastry box, he flips the lid and turns toward me. “The best chocolate gateaux on the East Coast. It would be a crime to let it go to waste.”
I stare at him, confused. I love chocolate as much as the next girl, but his priorities are seriously screwed right now.
“Well, look at that. I seem to have forgotten plates.” Ash muses. “I guess I’ll have to eat it off something else.”
He crooks a finger at me. “Come here. Up on the table.”
Now that’s more like it.
He helps me to my feet and steers me to the table, effortlessly lifting me up and laying me down so I’m stretched out on the white linen tablecloth.
I catch my breath. The stars glow above me, the night breeze whispering across my naked my body, teasing my hot skin. It’s so sensual, I can’t wait for what’s next.
Ash paces around the table. I can hear his footsteps, even and slow. He brushes my arm with his fingertips, leaning down and murmuring in my ear.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
I follow his instructions, feeling my pussy clench in anticipation. Ash circles the table, his burning gaze on me the whole time.
This has happened before, I realize: Ash watching me, naked and vulnerable to his gaze, as I lay before him, open in every way possible. Those nights – at the club, in my apartment, at the hotel – they were all amazing, sensual and sexy in a way I’d never experienced before. It was all about me. My pleasure.
But there’s a difference here tonight.
I can see him. I can feel him.
And it’s a hundred times sexier knowing he’s the one making me so hot.
“Open your mouth,” his voice comes, soft and commanding.
I do as he says, gasping as the rich taste of chocolate bursts over my tongue. Ash slips his fingers deeper, coated in the thick frosting from the cake.
Mmmmm.
I lick them clean, savoring the taste. He chuckles. “You always loved chocolate. Remember that time after you took the bar exam? You bought a whole box of Godiva to celebrate.”
“And I ate them all.” I grin at the memory, opening my eyes. I catch his gaze, and we share a private grin.
“You threatened to kill me if I even stole one,” Ash notes.
“Never come between a girl and her chocolate,” I warn him with a giggle.
“I don’t plan to,” Ash takes another fingerful of gooey cake from the box and smears it across my breasts. “I plan on coming all over a girl and her chocolate.”
Ash doesn’t hesitate. He bends his head over me and licks it off.
God, yes.
His tongue drags against my stiff nipples, sucking the dessert off. I let out a moan, falling back against the table. It feels so fucking good.
He reaches for the box and grabs another handful. He smears the cake on my other breast, hot mouth following his messy hands to lick away every last crumb. His sticky chocolate-covered hands move down my body, gliding across my ribs, over my stomach and arching hips, painting me all the way down to my pussy.
“Delicious,” he smiles, following the trail down, licking his way lower.
I shudder under his touch. This is so hot, so sensual. The sticky feel of the chocolate, and the sensation of his hot, wet tongue. I love how he pays attention to every part of my body, stroking and licking until I’m crazy with lust.
I wait eagerly for him to coat between my thighs, but Ash is teasing me now. He smears more cake on my stomach, my thighs, every time nearing my clenching cunt but then backing away to lick away at a new spot. I grip the edge of the table in frustration. He’s driving me insane.
And I love every minute of it.
Finally, his tongue trails up the inside of my thigh. “I don’t know if you need any frosting here,” he murmurs, dipping one finger inside my throbbing hole. “You’re sweet enough already. But maybe just a little…”
He smears cake over me and licks up against my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
I let it all roll over me, the pleasure of his mouth and hands and tongue. He dips between my slick lips, licking and sucking at my clit as his long fingers slide inside me, pulsing and hot.
I whimper, bucking against his hand, so close to coming my brains out again. I’ve been ready since the moment we arrived back at the house. No, before then. I’ve been wound tight all night, and not even my climax in the alleyway could take the edge off this insatiable desire.
His tongue swirls around my slit, lapping up the chocolate as his thick fingers thrust deeper, stretching me and filling the emptiness that craves his cock. It doesn’t take more than a moment before my body clenches tight again.
“Oh God,” I cry out, gripping the table harder.
“I’m going to come!”
“Only around my cock.”
Ash pulls back, gripping my hips and yanking me to the very edge of the table. He sheds his pants and briefs in no time at all, tossing his shirt down after them so he’s standing there entirely naked.
Damn.
I drink him in. The lean muscle, the gorgeous definition, the trail of dark hair leading down to his hard, straining cock.
“Are you ready for me, darling?” Ash slides a hand up my sticky thigh, parting them for him. He moves into position, nudging me with his cock.
Just the smallest pressure makes me whimper. “Yes,” I groan. “Fuck me, Ash. Fill me up.”
I brace myself for his bounding force, but he holds back. Waiting. Watching me.
God, I want him. My body tightens, trembling as he stares down at me like I’m dinner and dessert and everything in between.
Everything goes still. All I hear is my heartbeat pounding. All I see is him.
My Ash.
CHAPTER TWELVE
ASH
It takes everything I have not to pound my cock inside her, claim her in one savage thrust, fuck her so hard she’ll be branded. Marked.
Mine.
I hold back, clinging to my steely resolve. I want JJ to feel me, to surrender completely. Not just another dick to ride, an energetic pursuit of an orgasm. This is about us now, her and me.
I want to watch her break.
She whimpers again, writhing on the table. Bloody hell, it’s a magnificent sight. Naked in her heels, still sticky from the chocolate cake. A goddess. A temptation.
“Ash,” she breathes, her eyes dark in the moonlight. “Please, I need you.”
I aim to serve.
I grip her hips tight and sink into her. Inch by thick, meaty inch.
Fuck.
She moans again as I invade her, splitting her wide open, spearing deep and slow.
She’s so slick, so good, I nearly lose my mind. I rock back, then drive deeper, filling her up. Stretching her wide open. The friction is un-fucking believable, the soft feel of her body under my hands, the tight grip of her drenched cunt clutching eagerly at my cock. She thrusts up at me, eager for more, but I keep her pinned in place.
“I know how you need it,” I growl, pumping slowly. “I know how you crave that surrender.”
