Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dean Anderson
A small lump in my throat tightens my airways as she walks ahead of me. Her pert ass sashays from side-to-side in an alluring way that’s not contrived or done on purpose. It’s just her. Just Ashleigh being Ashleigh.
As with everything about her, I find even the way she walks intoxicating. This is bad. This is very, very bad. Even though I’ve known I’ve wanted her since she first sassed me, the actual ramifications have been steadily dripping into my veins like an IV from hell.
How in the world do I think to keep her safe? Granted, Grigori seems to not have even an ounce of the same worry for Chelsea as I do for Ashleigh. Possibly it’s the trackers. More than likely it’s because he knows Sergie would torture the Pope himself if it meant getting answers to his bitch’s whereabouts.
As affluent as I am, I don’t have such security. Until Ashleigh, I never needed it. Unlike some secret societies, none of the people under my control seem to thirst for power in the same ways or are willing to do whatever the fuck it takes to get it.
I’d like to think it’s because they have their pick of submissives to slake their bloodthirsty needs onto. It’s certainly not because anyone here is all that good or magnanimous. Though I know I can be a force to be reckoned with, I don’t suppose I’m all that intimidating of a leader. Not like others might be.
I don’t deal in might or anger. I don’t force people to bow to me. In that way, I suppose I can be considered a benevolent leader.
Where some may rule by their weapons, I rule by my mind. Secrets are the most powerful tool one can possess, and every person has something they don’t want others to know. Especially here at Loftry.
It’s why politicians fuck my schoolgirls in the lower rooms where I have cameras at every turn. It’s why I know exactly who’s at every event, even with their masks on. Laughably, it’s how I knew Ashleigh was where she wasn’t supposed to be.
And now that I have her secret, that she likes it beyond rough, I have the means to keep her by my side. Not that blackmail is exactly needed. Apparently, she would have said yes to me without all of that. It’s odd to know she’s here by choice and not by compulsion. Not like the other submissives in our control.
Even now, as she bends over to turn the faucet on in the shower, my balls clench and cock grows stiff. Just like that. She wields this invisible power over me that no other submissive has been able to do. And that is exactly what makes her so dangerous.
Everyone here has that one thing, that one secret that would ruin them. For me, it’s her. If the wrong person knew this, if the wrong person found out just how intrinsically my heart was tied to this girl, they would be able to demand the world, and I would give it to them on a silver platter.
“They really are rather pretty,” her soft voice cuts through the gathering fog in my brain.
“What is, my pet?”
“The marks. I didn’t expect rope to leave such pretty patterns.”
Stepping out of the clothes, I let them fall to the floor as I cross over to her. “Doctor Andrew is nothing if not thorough. I wouldn’t have expected anything less of him than perfection.”
“Yes,” she muses, trailing a finger down an angry mark circling her breast. “But it’s definitely better than some designer necklace. No matter how fleeting it is.”
My brows furrow as I pull her against me and run my hands over her nipples. Our gazes lock in the reflection of the mirror, allowing me to see every minute change in her expression. The instant I pull on her taut peaks, her lips part as the back of her head drops to rest against my chest.
Soft moans fill the space as I continue to play with her, taking my time where I didn’t earlier. “Are you wishing for some sort of necklace to commemorate this event?”
“No,” she giggles, her voice already sounding slightly drugged from the euphoria. “It’s just that’s what I got from my parents today for my birthday. Same as every year. Apparently, it’s a tradition I can pass down to my daughters or give to my daughter-in-law’s daughters.”
My fingers still for a moment. “Even though you don’t want children?”
The sigh she heaves sounds so far beyond her years. “Try convincing my mother of that. I’m only grateful I have brothers to carry on the Hartwell name. If I didn’t have that, who knows?”
“But you are on the pill.” The look she gives me is a mix of hurt and anger, and as she tries to pull away, I hold on even tighter.
“I’m not lying to you. I wouldn’t do that. Mislead for a reason, maybe. But not outright lie. And not about something like this. I can show you my prescription if you want. I can take a video of me taking them if that helps you sleep at night. The moment I turned eighteen, I asked my doctor for them. As far as I know, he hasn’t said a word to my parents, and legally, I don’t think he can.”
A sharp pain zips through my heart as I skim my lips against the crown of her head. “I’m sorry, my pet. I didn’t mean to offend. We still know so little about each other. But there’s time for that later. You have indeed celebrated a birthday today, but I fear I’d be remiss if I didn’t give you a birthday spanking.”
“If I didn’t share your sentiments on children, I’d probably be more offended, but I get it. Trust me. I wasn’t really thinking clearly, either. Even without the fear of getting pregnant, I should have made sure you used protection.”
“You really can’t fault yourself for that one, sweetie. I was the one in charge of everything. Not you. Though I’m not sure if it helps ease your mind or not, Doctor Bradley actively screens all submissives and dominants in The Society. Every month, like clockwork, we have extensive labs done. The submissives also have their birth control injections, which you will also switch to. It just makes it easier to track and know someone isn’t trying to trap the person they’re submitting to. As for me, I haven’t been with anyone since the last several tests.”
“Oh.” Her voice is so soft and somewhat forlorn that I worry I’ve somehow upset her again. “That makes sense, though.” Not upset. Just activated her inquisitive mind. “A baby would be quite a scandal for a lot of people. And I can easily see how someone might try that for their own gain.”
“Enough about others,” I growl, desperate to get her mind to switch off again. “Enough about babies. All I want to talk about right now is you and how hard you’re going to come on my tongue. But first, birthday spankings.”
Turning her over onto the counter, I arrest her gaze with mine as I bring my hand down to her upturned ass. That devious little smirk of hers makes everything clench up until I can barely see, barely breathe. How could I ever picture my life without her? Even if it means throwing my entire existence into a tailspin, I’ll do what I have to do I can keep her safe.
Her skin feels like smooth satin under my fingers as I swat her, keeping my touch light so it’s more of an erotic type of play. She’s already endured a lot this evening, and so, I want to use this as yet another teaching moment to show her the softer side of things. If her breathy moans are anything to go by, she enjoys this just as much as hard and painful.
By the time I’m done, she’s like putty in my hands. Every inch of her screams sex and decadence. Gathering her into my arms, I lead us into the shower, where I soap her down from head to toe. As harsh and exacting as I can be, I’m also a kind and gentle lover.
Pinning her to the back of the shower, I take the soap and drag it about her breasts, cleaning every inch of her until she’s gasping, squirming, and needy. A quick rinse off, and I pick her up, pinning her against the cool tile before I spread her open with my hips.
My cock slides against her slick opening and slips up against her arousal. She’s so painfully wet, so painfully needy. Just like me. But I won’t indulge. Not yet. Not when she’s yet to come on my tongue. Lifting her just a bit higher, I set her thighs on my shoulders and feast as if there’s no tomorrow.
Her intoxicating tang fills my mouth as I slide my tongue along her lower lips, tasting her, teasing her, devouring her. Soft, delicate moans overflow the small, steamy space until they sound as if they’re all around us. Her erotic cacophony rings out around my ears, nearly driving me mad.
Only when she’s incoherent and her fingers have a death grip on my hair do I finally bring my lips and tongue up to her clit. The swollen bundle of nerves stands out from all the rest of her delicate skin, demanding attention. “Such a needy little clit,” I murmur as I enclose my lips around it and a suck gently.
“God, yes,” she moans, arching into me as she rides my face.
Her arousal coats my lips and tongue, flooding my senses with every lick and suck. Each breath is laced with her scent, Until I’m so feral I can barely think. Pinning her tighter against the wall, I slide a thick digit inside her warm pussy and groan as she clenches down.
“That’s right, my pet,” I rasp against her lower lips. “Come for me. Give me your orgasm.”
With each thrust, her inner muscles clamp tighter and tighter. Her voice goes a touch higher as her fingers dig into my scalp. Each cry of passion spurs me forward as I eat her out and fuck her pussy with my fingers. The cute, unhinged noises she makes goes straight to my cock, forcing precum to well up and smear across the tile.
Lust rips through me as she squirms on my face. To taste her isn’t enough. I need to feel her shatter beneath me as well. Widening my lips a touch, I graze her clit with my teeth, giving her just a hint of pain. That’s all she needs to explode into a flurry of movement and moans.
Anchoring her to the wall, I ride out this first orgasm, waiting for a moment before sliding her back down the wall. With one smooth motion, I ease her down onto my cock and groan into her mouth as I force her to taste the arousal I stole from her pussy.
Frantic whimpers claw at her throat as she shifts on me, doing her best to rise up and down and ride me like a true pro. While I applaud her fervor, I do not relish the idea of an injury due to her enthusiasm. I set the pace, doing my best to keep her pinned to the wall as I fuck her ever so slowly, drawing out the pleasure until we’re both desperate.
My hips piston back and forth, fucking her as hard as I dare with implacable tile behind her. Erotic cries spur me forward as I lean back just enough for her to get her hand in between us.
“Touch yourself. I want you to come on my cock.”
This time, I keep myself aware of how close I am. No sense in another near miss. I can go for just a bit longer, but not much. Thankfully, she’s already close enough that just a few swipes of her fingertips send her back over the edge. Her pussy flutters around me as she sinks back against the wall and cries out for all to hear.
A few more thrusts is all I have left in me. Pulling out, I ease her feet to the floor before I turn her around and grab her ass. There, I paint the pink skin with my cum, marking her in a truly primal way. My fingers glide up and down my thick shaft as I force every bit I can out and onto her skin.
Harsh breaths rip from my lungs as I lean over and hold her close until I can catch my breath. If only all our interactions can be like this. Unfortunately, my gut tells me things will never be that easy again. For once, I really want my gut to be wrong.