Chapter 17 Ashton #2
She lifts her lip in a satisfied smirk and goes to leave, but turns back around. “Why did you come back?”
“Do you want the real answer or the one I told myself in my head?”
She thinks for a moment. “Both.”
“I forgot my laptop. But…really I just wanted an excuse to see if you were still here.”
“I see.” She turns again and walks out, and it’s only when I hear her heels clacking against the wood floor that I realize how stupid that was.
What if Craig didn’t actually leave? What if he’s waiting outside in the shadows, ready to grab her?
I fly out of the office so fast that I don’t even notice Allie until I smack into her. I look down, and her eyes are swimming.
“Let me at least walk you to your—”
“You need to call someone about the do—”
We both speak at the same time, stopping when we realize we’re talking over each other.
Allie looks me up and down, determination flickering in her gaze.
“Fuck it,” she says, standing up on her tiptoes and bringing her lips to mine.
I press back instinctively, allowing her tongue to slide along the seam of my lips.
I open my mouth, granting her access and our tongues entwine as she walks me backward, still on her toes, through the open door, until I’m against the wall in my office.
“Allie,” I whisper against her lips. “You’ve been through a lot tonight.”
She tilts her head up to look at me, fully breaking the kiss. “Typical,” she scoffs. “A man telling me what I should feel.”
“No, that’s not—” I bring my forehead down to meet hers. “I don’t know what this is,” I admit so quietly that I think maybe she didn’t hear me until she responds.
“Me either.”
“Then maybe we should wait until—”
“Until what?”
“I don’t know, Allie.” I scrub a hand over my face. “I’m trying to be a good guy here, but I can’t think straight.”
“Then stop thinking,” she says, moving back and kicking her shoes off one by one. “I was scared, Ashton. He scared me. I won’t let him have anything else. I won’t give him any more power. This is my decision. The choice he tried to take from me. I’m making it for myself.”
Before I can stop myself, I cross the space between us, pressing my palms against her cheeks as I take her lips again. They’re sweet and warm, and everything.
“You’re supposed to hate me,” I mutter against her.
“Oh, I do.”
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
“No?” She breaks the kiss and closes the door to my office.
“We’ll have to change that then, won’t we?
” She nods to the chair. The same one I sat in when she was fixing my hand.
“Sit.” The same one-word command from earlier.
Why does it feel like I’m going to regret every single time I was a smug asshole to her over the past month?
I sit on the chair and look up at her, waiting for her next move. “Good boy,” she murmurs so low that I have to wonder if I just imagined it.
She brings her hand behind her back and I hear the telltale sound of a zipper.
She brings her skirt down—slowly—so slowly until it’s at her ankles, then kicks it off to the side.
Then she undoes her blouse one torturous button at a time.
When she finally gets to the last button, she shimmies out of it and throws it on the floor.
My cock strains painfully against my pants as I rake my eyes over her.
I think I actually let out a whimper when she unclasps her black lacy bra and it drops to the floor, giving me a view of a third tattoo I've never seen before—a thin line thorny rose that snakes up her ribcage. There’s only a tiny scrap of fabric left on her body as she takes two calculated steps forward.
When she’s close enough that I can smell her arousal, she bends down and slips her panties off, bunching them in her hands before tossing them to the side with her other clothes.
I keep my eyes glued to hers. This is the first time I’ve seen Allie completely naked.
I’m not convinced I won’t come in my pants the second I look at her pussy.
“What do you want, Ashton?” Her words suck the air out of my lungs. As icy as her exterior is. As much as she wants everyone to believe she lacks the beating organ she hates so much. She still cares about what I want.
“I want you,” I answer honestly. “In whatever way I can have you.” I swallow down the lump in my throat. “What do you want?”
“I want to use you.”
“Then use me.”
Her soft hands circle my chin, and she grasps firmly with her thumb and index finger. “I need you to know that this isn’t lovemaking. It’s fucking. I don’t do sweet and gentle. I don’t do safe words. You want to stop, say stop.” I nod, and she chuckles, a hint of mockery in it.
“So agreeable.” Her voice is now clearly condescending. “Such a good little slut.”
I’m not ready for the intense need her words create inside of me.
It’s like she just rewired my brain in a matter of seconds.
She removed everything I’ve ever known, shuffled it like a deck of cards, and put it back in my head.
I’m no stranger to dirty talk from women, but it usually feels staged, insincere.
Fuck me harder, baby. Your big cock feels so good inside me.
It’s never really turned me on before. If anything, I’m like, just shut up so I can concentrate on making us both come and we can move on with our day.
But Allie Montgomery calling me a slut has me leaking into my boxer briefs like I’m sixteen again.
“You like that? Being degraded?”
The way she puts what she’s doing into such a neat little category takes me by surprise. Do I like being degraded? I wouldn’t know. This is the first time I’ve experienced it. Am I about to bust in my pants from her words alone? Absolutely.
“I like when you degrade me.” It’s the closest thing to the truth I can come up with.
She bites her lip and cocks her head to the side as if she’s deciding which means of torture to inflict on me first. Allie is calling the shots tonight, and I’m all too happy to let her have control, but I also desperately need her to touch me.
My fingers scramble to unbuckle my belt, but she grabs them, clicking her tongue.
“Uh-uh,” she tuts. “Good boys wait for permission.”
There it is again. That soft, feminine dominance that makes me want to worship at her altar for the rest of eternity. A literal shudder racks my whole body as I move my hands back and place my palms on my thighs.
She brings her fingers up, loosening my tie until she can undo it before tossing it to the side.
“Take this off.” She grips my shirt and tugs gently. I do it so fast that some of the buttons pop off.
She laughs again. That patronizing little laugh of hers. “So eager,” she muses. “This is going to be difficult for you, huh?”
If by this, she means leaving my cock unattended while she teases the ever-loving shit out of me, then yes, it’s going to be difficult.
“Take your pants off, but leave the boxers on,” she orders.
“Yes, ma’am.” I can’t help it. It rolls off my tongue without a second thought as I kick my shoes and socks to the side, then practically rip my pants off like I’m a Chippendales dancer.
I’m so needy already, and I haven’t even looked at the most intimate part of her yet.
I’ve seen it before, of course. I’ve tasted it.
But it’s somehow different now, knowing she’s the one in control.
“Aww, that looks painful,” she taunts, ghosting a single finger over the bulge in my underwear, her tone dripping with mock concern.
Her touch is so featherlight, it causes goosebumps to break out on my legs and arms. She goes back and forth a few times, dragging her nails up and down the cloth covering my erection.
“Fuck, Allie,”
“Yes?” She looks up at me. I don’t know how she can maintain this sense of calm when it feels like the whole world is spinning.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Touch me harder.”
“Oh, wow. Begging already. I knew you would be desperate, but this is too easy.” Her laugh is laced with pure sadism. “Unfortunately, the begging will have to wait. I have other plans.”
“What exactly would those plans be, Chaos?”
She stops her maddening movements and brings her finger to her lips, pretending to think. “You know what? I think I like ma’am better.”
“I’ll call you whatever you want if you touch me again.”
Her lips spread wide. “Now you’re bargaining. So needy.”
Holy shit, my dick is twitching. It’s fiending for this woman. I can actually feel the tip leaking with precum. I make the mistake of looking down, and she’s glistening, nearly dripping with her own need. How the hell is she maintaining this level of control?
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Allie’s voice rings out in my head. She backs up until she’s flush against the wall and moves her feet apart. “You’re going to get on your knees and show me what a good boy you can be, and then maybe I’ll sink down on your cock after.”
I’m up and crossing the room before she even finishes her sentence.
I go to drop to my knees, but she stops me with a hand on my chest.
“Wait. I want to hear you say it first.” When I look confused, she prompts me. “Where do slutty boys belong, Ashton?”
“On their knees.” It’s not a question. I don’t stutter or stumble. It’s not timid or apprehensive. It’s the most freeing thing I’ve ever said in my life, and I say it with conviction.
She doesn’t give me a verbal response. She doesn’t give me the praise I’ve become addicted to in the last ten minutes.
She simply sweeps her eyes down to the floor to indicate where she wants me.
And I obey. With everything I’ve ever been and everything I will be, I obey her and sink to my knees, my face now inches away from her throbbing pussy.
I lean forward to taste her, and it feels like I’m about to take that first sip of water after a ten-mile run. Before I can reach her, I feel pressure on my head, and my scalp stings. She holds firmly onto my hair, pushing my head back and away from her.