Chapter 30
ASHTON
“Do toys talk?” she asks, hands on her hips, authority dripping down her body.
Oh, she wants to play this game now? Really?
Well, she’s going to have a brat on her hands because I’m fucking pissed.
I know the concert was my idea, but then she had to go and flirt with the lead singer, almost get herself killed in a mosh pit, and to top it all off, get us invited to a threesome?
Okay, so maybe none of those things were her fault and I’m being completely irrational.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I was cool about finding her half-naked in her underwear hanging out with Nate the other day. Then again, Nate isn’t a famous rock star and is also practically her brother.
“I asked you a question.” Allie’s stern voice rings throughout the room.
“I’m not your toy, Allie,” I snap.
“No? Then what are you?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
“Well, let me make something clear for you. Just because I like when you pull that possessive crap during sex doesn’t mean I want to be spoken about like I’m not even there.
Just because I like being humiliated in private doesn’t mean I want you to discuss ‘sharing’ me like I’m a pack of Skittles.
You said you want us to be exclusive, and I’ve done nothing but respect that.
I haven’t gone on any dates, I haven’t kissed or fucked anyone since you touched me.
So don’t act all jealous when you know I’ve held up my end.
” She walks backward, placing her hands on an old-fashioned vanity and crossing her legs out in front of her.
“You mean since the softball game,” I correct her. “You haven’t done anything with anyone since we had the exclusive conversation.”
“No, Ashton. I mean I haven’t been with another man since you touched me.” She emphasizes each word.
“What do you—”
“Since the fucking bonfire, Ashton.”
What? She said it had been a while when we first had sex without a condom, but I didn’t think…
“I was faithful to you before I even had a reason to be,” she admits. “And no, I don’t want to get into what that means or how crazy I am for it.”
“Me too,” I whisper. I wasn’t planning on admitting that either. She looks up at me, her chest rapidly rising and falling. “I haven’t touched another woman since before the bonfire.”
Her features soften and she comes forward, cupping my cheeks. “How you treat me in the bedroom is separate,” she says. “It has to be separate.”
“So not like how you just said you were going to teach me a lesson in front of a room full of people?”
“You did it first,” she snaps, moving her hands from my face and taking a step back.
Shit. I’m such an asshole.
He didn’t hit her. He found other ways to make her feel small. He insulted her in any way he could think of.
Her words from that night hit me like a freight train.
She witnessed some pretty fucked-up shit when she was growing up.
Of course she doesn’t want to be controlled or belittled outside of sex.
Maybe that’s why she likes it during sex.
It’s a safe environment. She always has an out, and that gives her power.
But tonight, I took that power away from her.
“I’m sorry, baby.” I hold my arms out, and she sinks into them.
“I’m sorry too,” she mutters into my chest.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“No, you said something just now.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” she says louder. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“You didn’t embarrass me. I was just proving a point.” You can own me anywhere.
I don’t say that.
Instead, we hold each other like that for a while, just breathing.
“Does this mean I still get my lesson?” I ask, finally breaking the silence.
She leans back, a devious smile settling on her lips. “That depends. Are you ready to be a good little toy now?”
I nod my head and she tilts hers. “Then why aren’t you on your knees?”
I slowly sink down, holding her eye contact until my knees hit the linoleum floor. She comes forward, brushing her knuckles against my face, and I lean into her touch like I’m starved for it. I almost whimper when she takes her hand away.
She walks backward until her ass hits the vanity.
Sitting down in the chair that’s in front of it, she spreads her legs wide so I can see the lace panties underneath her fishnets.
My breathing accelerates as she reaches down and rubs herself through the material.
She turns slightly so she can prop her left leg up on the counter.
Then she dips a finger in one of the holes of her stockings and rips them down the middle.
Moving her panties to the side, she slides two fingers in her pussy, and I groan.
“You want some?” she asks, and I imitate a bobblehead. “Then come and get it.”
I stand up, but she stops me with a look.
“No,” she tuts, pointing to the floor. “Crawl.”
My heart is beating out of my chest, but I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.
“What’s the matter, Ash? You want to show me how sorry you are? Crawl to me.”
She mistook my pause for hesitation, but really I’m savoring this moment because I know the second I do this, I’m hers forever. Not that I wasn’t before, but now she’s going to have to try really fucking hard to get rid of me.
Holding her probing gaze, I drop down to my hands and knees and, moving slowly but deliberately, I crawl toward her.
“Good boy,” she whispers when I reach her. Cradling the side of my head, she runs her fingers through my hair before gripping it roughly. “Now fuck me like a bad one.”
I rise to my feet, not wasting time with my shirt.
Instead, I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and slide them down my ass.
My cock is rock hard as I take it out of my boxer briefs.
Allie spreads her legs even further, holding her panties to the side, and I shove my hips forward, pushing into her. She moans, and I do it again.
“Harder, Ashton. Fuck me like you mean it.”
This time I slam into her so hard that the chair scratches the floor and hits the counter.
Tears spring to her eyes as I pick up my pace.
I fuck her hard and deep until we’re both panting and sweaty.
She keeps her eyes on mine the whole time.
When I slide my hand up her shirt and grab her breast, twisting her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, her moans turn to cries.
“Fuck, Ash. I’m gonna come.”
I don’t say anything because I’m still her toy and toys don’t talk, but I pinch her nipple again as I bring my other hand down to play with her clit.
Her hips grind up to meet every single thrust. It’s not long before she’s coming hard with my name on her lips.
I follow right after, my dick pulsing deep inside her.
When I pull out, cum runs out of her pussy and down her ruined tights.
The caveman she brings out in me wants to leave it there so she has to sit in it the whole ride home. So she feels me spilling out of her with each bump and turn. But this is her show, so if she wants me to lick every inch of her clean before we leave this room, I will.
I would do anything for this woman.