Chapter 10 Blaze
BLAZE
I lock the door behind me as I enter the house. The first thing I notice is that Asch’s things are still on the kitchen counter.
I snarl in annoyance. It was bad enough that I’d had to wrangle the stupid group meeting. Melissa kept flirting with me, while Dan kept trying to flirt with Melissa, and half the session ended up being gossip instead of working on the project.
I don’t know why I care about my grades when my future is all planned out for me already. I don’t want to fail at anything though. Not even a fucking marketing class.
“Asch!” I shout. “If you’re here, you’d better come down to pick up your fucking trash or I’m dumping it all in your room.”
I glance at the stuff on the kitchen counter. It was bare when I left this morning, but now there’s a plate, a mug, a bowl, and a cereal box lying on it. That wasn’t River. River picks up after himself.
“Do it, then,” Asch challenges me from his room.
My annoyance bubbles over into anger. I stack up the dirty dishes and the cereal box and carry them up the stairs. Asch’s door is slightly ajar, as if daring me to enter.
Fuck him.
I kick the door open the rest of the way and step inside—only to see Asch throw a punch at me. I have good enough reflexes to drop the plates and raise my arms to block it, but I stumble back a step.
“What the fuck, Asch?” I growl. My heart is pounding harder though. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t want Asch fighting me. “Just do your dishes like a normal person.”
Asch ignores me. He lunges forward, and I’m forced out of his bedroom—nearly tripping over the dishes—and back into the hallway.
It’s too narrow here for a full on fight, but I’m not going to let Asch beat on me without fighting back.
If this is how he wants it, so be it.
I get into a defensive stance and block his next blow, following up by driving my knee into him. He breathes through the blow, grabbing my leg and shoving me back. I let out a startled yelp as I fall backwards.
Asch looms over me with a cold, dead expression in his eyes.
I’ve never seen him like this before.
No, scratch that. I’ve seen that expression. Never aimed at me though. It’s how he would fight the people who tried to get in my way. It’s the look he had when he was protecting me.
I grit my teeth. Well, I don’t need his protection.
I don’t need anything from him.
I scramble to my feet and lunge at him. He grabs my arm and redirects my movement so I slam into the wall. I gasp in pain, but I force myself to deflect when Asch punches me again.
Before I can do anything else, Asch takes my arm and flings me down the hall. I crash into the door to my bedroom.
There’s no way I can take him in this narrow hallway. I open the door and step inside, readying myself for another attack.
Asch stands in the doorway, the light from the hall filtering in behind him. His face is completely dark.
“Are you going to tell me what brought this on?” I ask with confidence I don’t feel. “You’re this upset you don’t get to play my bodyguard for life?”
It’s for his own sake.
Asch takes a step closer.
And suddenly there’s something around my neck, pulling tight. I cry out and reach up, clawing at a thick, rough rope. My eyes go wide as Asch approaches.
“Did you forget something?” Pandora asks, her voice full of dark amusement.
Fuck. I drive my elbows back to dislodge her, but she pulls tighter on the rope around my neck. While I struggle, Asch closes the distance. He grabs my hands and snaps leather cuffs around my wrists.
Those are my cuffs.
They were in a bin under my bed.
The rope on my neck goes slack, and I cough loudly as air fills my lungs again. “What… What the fuck?” I demand between breaths.
Pandora tugs lightly on the rope. “This is an intervention! We’re here to set you straight, Blaze. Or less straight. Whatever.” She lets out a manic giggle.
“On the bed,” Asch says, directing my attention to it as he flips the light to my room on. “Go on.” His voice is still detached. “Unless you’re afraid.”
Pandora moves toward the bed, still holding both ends of the rope. I glare at her, but I follow anyway.
This is all her fault. She’s doing this somehow.
When I’m through with him, he’s going to hate you.
I growl and rush to tackle Pandora, but before I make contact, Asch yanks me back.
“No,” he says. “You’ve been in control long enough. Time to let someone else take a turn.” His smile has a mocking edge to it. “Pity you don’t have someone around to protect you, isn’t it?”
Pandora starts giggling. “That’s a good line, boyfriend.”
Boyfriend.
“Asch isn’t your boyfriend,” I snap at Pandora. “You don’t get to touch him. You don’t get to even talk to him.”
Pandora looks me in the eyes, and very pointedly walks over to Asch. She touches his bicep, then gets on her toes to kiss his jaw.
She watches me the entire time, and when she’s done, she licks her lips. “Oops. I touched him.”
He wraps an arm around her, drawing a clear line in the sand.
I knew he was pissed at me, but I didn’t think it went this deep.
I don’t do anything as Asch shoves me onto the bed.
I don’t struggle as Pandora lifts my arms and uses the rope to tie the cuffs to the bars of my headboard.
All I feel is numb betrayal.
Asch is done with me.
The anger that should be boiling inside me is something else, something unfamiliar. Not fear; I’m not afraid. It’s worse, because it’s making my stomach roil and my heart squeeze tightly.
Pandora stretches out on the bed next to me and rests her head on my chest. “I was thinking: bottles. And if you don’t have bottles, beer cans will do.”
I stare at her, trying to figure out what she’s talking about.
Then it hits me: bottles, like how the Kappa Alpha brothers had used on her. She wants to fuck me with a bottle—and if not that, a beer can.
I grin at Pandora. “You figure that’ll actually hurt me, right? Not like Asch’s dinky little cock.”
“You want to find out how this dinky little cock feels up your ass?” Asch retorts. “Because that can be arranged.”
Pandora bursts out laughing. “Dinky? Don’t sell yourself short, Asch.”
She sits up and undoes my fly, pushing my jeans and underwear down to reveal my cock. Pandora gives it one stroke, and I swallow hard to resist the pleasure.
Then Pandora goes to sit in front of Asch. He gives her a cold look, but Pandora ignores it to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. She pulls his cock out, and with me watching, she licks her tongue along its length.
I’ve seen it before.
Of course I know it’s not little.
“Hmm. I think Blaze talks a big game,” Pandora says. “I think his virgin ass can’t handle anything even remotely this size.”
Asch roughly runs his fingers through her hair, and despite the coldness he’s exuding, he doesn’t look at me now. His attention is solely focused on her.
They can’t ignore me.
They aren’t allowed to ignore me.
“Always taking orders, Asch,” I say cruelly. “You went from one master straight to another. Are you going to bark for her, too?”
Asch’s gaze snaps to mine. “I don’t think he deserves a cock in his ass. I think he needs to learn how to stop running his fucking mouth,” he says. There’s a smile on his lips, but it’s flat. Cold. “I can think of a few ways to shut him up. What do you think, Pandora?”
Pandora’s smirk makes something hot pool in the pit of my stomach.
“Maybe something long, and hot, and very, very hard.” She strokes Asch’s cock, and my eyes are glued to the image of her slender hand wrapped around his cock.
The head peeks out for a second before being covered by her hand, over and over, until he’s fully hard.
My heart has never raced so fast before.
My cock thrums in anticipation, and I hate that. I hate how the sight of them is turning me on.
Pandora gives the tip a quick little kiss. “And while you keep his mouth occupied, I’ll do something about Blaze’s less offensive anatomy.”
Asch stalks towards me. He gets up on the bed, straddling my waist. “If you try to bite me, just remember she’s paying very, very close attention to your cock… and she carries a knife everywhere.”
I’m well aware of that knife, and the damage she can do. I still have the healing cut on my chest as a reminder.
“And she’s going to be sitting directly behind you, ready to stab you in the back,” I point out.
I’m growing hot all over, my emotions in such a whir that I have no idea what I’m feeling anymore. I do know that Asch needs to wake up and see that Pandora is manipulating him, exactly like she told me she would.
Asch shrugs. “She won’t be the first person to stab me in the back this week,” he tells me. “At least with her, I understand why.”
He reaches down, trailing his fingers along my face, then over my lips.
“Open your mouth, Blaze,” he orders softly. “Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.”
I clamp my mouth shut.
I’m not going to make it easy for him, that’s for sure. I’ve never sucked cock before, and I don’t intend to start now.
Except while I wasn’t paying attention, Pandora got into position. She wraps her mouth around my cock, and I cry out at the sudden wet heat, at how deeply she takes me right off the bat.
Asch takes that opportunity to shove the tip of his cock into my mouth, the head gliding over my tongue as he lets out a low groan. “Fuck,” he mutters.
Shit.
His cock is heavy on my tongue, hot in a way I didn’t expect. Harder, too, even though I’ve touched my own cock plenty of times, so I should know how this all works.
It tastes… like cock. I didn’t realize cock had a distinct taste like this. Not at all like pussy, but in the end, still human and musky.
I have to swallow hard and breathe through my nose to prevent myself from choking.
I glare up at Asch and let his cock scrape against my teeth. I seriously consider biting down, but it’s still Asch—and Pandora’s mouth is working wonders on my own cock, making pleasure zing along my spine.
I don’t want her to stop.
Asch presses forward, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth.