Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Dean Anderson
T he soft sound of chanting vibrates from my phone as I watch the footage of a minor protest on the campus lawn. Fucking Chase. Of all the people to overdose, it had to be Chase fucking Ackerman.
Honestly, I’m not sure why Ashleigh hasn’t been there, making my life miserable by covering this. Then again, I’ve been hopefully wearing her out enough that she just has time for classes and my cock.
Scrolling through my emails, my lips turn down into a fierce frown. Normally, she has the latest edition of the Lantern to me by now, so I can go over it with a fine-tooth comb. The fact that it’s not here makes my gut churn with unease.
What is the little minx playing at?
She’s been a paragon of submission for the last bit. Could it be something is wrong? As I go to scroll to her texts, the door props open, revealing Shelaine.
“I know you’re busy, but Miss Ashleigh is here to see you.”
A soft breath eases from between my lips as the girl in question steps inside my office, looking no worse for wear. I don’t go through long bouts of time where I don’t see her. Mostly it’s just while I’m working.
It doesn’t stop my heart from squeezing when I don’t instantly have eyes on her. Having the Chi Sigma Delta cameras helps, but that doesn’t give me peace of mind for all the other hours of the day. As much as I want Todd to put cameras on every square inch of this campus, that’s just impractical.
“Ashleigh,” I murmur, getting my documents in a neat pile. “I assume you have the latest episode of the Lantern ready for me?” When Shelaine ducks back out of the office, I lean back into my chair and motion for Ashleigh to come forward.
“Like she doesn’t know? I’m pretty sure Shelaine, of all people, understands what’s happening in this office.” There’s a slight bite to her words, an acrid tinge that makes my fingers itch for my paddle.
“You will do well to watch your tone, my pet. Just because you’re in my office doesn’t mean I can’t bend you over this desk and turn your ass a pretty shade of red.”
“Then do it.”
The glare she levels my way is something new. It’s petulant almost, as if she’s trying to get a rise out of me.
“Ashleigh, why are you here? If it’s not to go over the paper with me, then you know I’ll see you later this evening. Why come stir up trouble? Why make a fuss?”
“Are you kidding me?” Her voice notches up an octave as she crosses her arms and nearly stomps her foot.
“No. I’m not joking. I’m extremely busy right now. Please tell me what you need so I can get back to work. For a moment, her expression falters as she looks to the side as if she’s embarrassed. “Is it an orgasm? Did I not leave you a babbling mess before your class this morning?”
“It’s more than the orgasms,” she finally bites out as she stomps her way over to me. “You gave me something when you found me at the initiation. Something you’ve yet to give me again. Yeah, you can fuck me. Anyone can fuck me.”
Red tinges my vision as I stand up from behind my desk and plant my palms against the polished wood. “Anyone?”
“Well... No,” she murmurs. “Not anyone. You know what I mean.”
“No, Ashleigh. I don’t know what you mean. Elucidate.”
“Ugh. I mean it in the generic anyone can fuck anyone.”
“Uh huh?” Her eyes widen as I make my way closer to her and prop my hip up on the desk. “Continue.”
“I only want you to fuck me.”
“And?”
“And... God. Are you going to make me say it?”
“Well, seeing as you’re in my office having an attitude while I really need to be working, yes. I’m going to make you say it.”
“You’re always working,” she grumbles.
“You already knew this about me. Spit it out, Ashleigh. You’re already working your way towards a punishment you don’t want. I have no trouble adding to it.”
“But what if that’s exactly what I want? Your punishment. Your rough hands on my body making me cry out from pain and pleasure. Come on. Do your worst.”
Lust and anger war for dominance as I watch her squirming in place. “That’s what this is all about? You want me to hurt you?”
“Yes, damn it all. I want you to make me feel what you did at the castle. I want to be hunted by you, consumed by you. It’s been so long and-“
For a moment, irritation wins out. “You do realize it’s not sustainable to treat you like that very often. Yes? Not to mention your bruises have just recently begun to fade.”
“Then that means it’s time to make some new ones. Doesn’t it?”
Sitting back behind my desk, I run the tips of my fingers across my forehead. “You seem to be forgetting one important thing, my dear pet.”
Again, she crosses her arms, making the vein in my neck throb as I watch this childish display. “I’m pretty sure I’m not.”
“Oh, but you are. I’m the one in charge of this. Not you. I’m the one who decides to hurt you and when. Not you.”
“But the castle-“
“Forget the fucking castle.” Reaching forward, I grip the edge of the desk as I will my ire to cool.
Nothing will be solved by losing my temper. She’s obviously in need of my heavy hand, and I’ve been remiss in seeing to that need. Unfortunately, her little outburst is making it to where I can’t actually give her anything or I’ll be feeding this interaction.
“Don’t you want me anymore?”
“Oh, of all the ridiculousness. I fucked you this morning. Didn’t I?”
“Well yes. But-“
“I fucked you last night too. Didn’t I?”
“I mean, of course. But-“
“Since that night I brought you to Chi Sigma Delta, has there been any time outside of the nights I communicated with you that I haven’t shared your bed? Do you know how fucking dangerous it is for me and you that I keep going over there like that?”
“Then stop.”
“What did you say?” The blood in my veins turns to ice. “There is no way in hell you think you’re leaving this, leaving me. Is there? Because if that’s what you think...”
“What if it is?”
She jerks up her chin at me, but her lips quirks with a ghost of a smile. She’s baiting me. Has to be. Reaching down, I tug at the buckle of my pants and make my way back closer to her.
“Then I will disabuse you of that notion. Hands on the desk. Now.”
“And if I don’t?” Already her voice is soft and thick as arousal pours off of her in waves. Minx.
“Now is not the time to be playing with me, Ashleigh. I’m in a rather dangerous mood.”
“Maybe that’s how I like you.”
Reaching up, I tug at my tie and wrench it from my collar. “Then you’ll need this. The walls can only cover up so much, and I intend on making you scream harder than you have before.”
As she opens her mouth to retort, I shove the fabric in, nearly choking her before I force her down onto the desk. Her short skirt rides up the swell of her ass, showing off a dark red thong bisecting her two perfect ass cheeks.
“I have to thank you. This thong is the perfect shade to guide me. I’m not stopping until your ass is this exact shade.”
She squirms, but it’s half-hearted. I can tell by now when she’s merely play acting and when she’s in earnest. Leaning over, I graze the shell of her ear with teeth, sending a shudder through her lithe body.
“You’ve already earned one punishment. Stay right here or I won’t let you come. Do you understand me?”
When Ashleigh nods, I wind my fingers through her hair and wrench her head back just a touch before pulling out the tie. “Words, pet. I will have your words.”
“Yes, Master,” she breathes as her ass arches up to me. “I understand.”
“And will you need this tie? Or can you be my good girl and take this punishment with the grace befitting a Hartwell?”
To her credit, she does hesitate and seems to think it over. At least she should be honest in her response.
“I can try?”
“That’s all I ask.”
Dropping her head back down, I make my way over to my armoire. As far as implements go, I plan to use my belt on her. It’s high time she makes an acquaintance with this bit of leather and how wickedly I can wield it.
But I’m after something else a little different. As much as I’ve played with her asshole, I’ve never forced her to take anything up it. Well, that ends now.
“Since you want to be a little ass,” I grumble as I grab the new plug and some oil. “I’ll make sure your ass remembers today for a while.”
When I show her the plug, Ashleigh has the audacity to grin and squirm in place as if she’s waited for this since we’ve first started playing. She probably won’t feel the same way after the oil sets in.
Pulling the edge of her thong to the side, I drip some of the ginger oil onto her upturned asshole and use the tip of the plug to smear it in.
“Did you know that figging was a rather commonplace punishment at one point?”
“You have to lecture me now?” she whines as she shakes her butt at me.
“If you’d rather I stop and deny you your orgasm, then by all means. But remember, how I manage you is my choice. If I want to impart a little wisdom while driving you to the depths of depravity, then I will do so.”
I rest my palm on her lower back in an attempt to keep her still as I drive the plug forward. “As I was saying. They would cut a bit of ginger and fashion it into a plug. Every time the anal sphincter would clench around it, the burn would be renewed, ever reminding the person of their iniquities. Thankfully, we have oils for such an occasion.”
“Oh!” she cries out as I force the metal past her impossibly tight little ring.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan as I watch the plug disappear millimeter by millimeter into her back hole. “You’ll take me there at some point, but this is your first introduction. Feel that burn yet?”
“Y- yes.” From her tone, I can’t tell yet just how badly it’s affecting her.
Soon, however, her body shudders from head to toe. Almost in. With one final shove, the plug disappears completely, swallowed up inside her with only a metal anchor on the outside to show it’s even there.
I give her a good minute or so to acclimate and allow the heat to finally catch up with her. When it does, she bobs about from foot to foot as cute little noises escape her lips.
“How bad does it burn, pet? Tell me how it feels.”
“Oh. My. God,” she whimpers as she turns to me, her face flushed a deep red. “It feels so fucking good.”
For a moment, all I can do is just stand there dumbstruck as she attempts to hump the air. Talk about misreading the situation. Shaking my head, I yank up on the back of her thong and smack her right cheek.
My balls clench as my cock lengthens at the lurid moan slipping past her lips. Looking down, it’s evident she’s as wet as I’ve ever seen her. I want to be upset, but honestly, all I can feel is an odd sense of pride.
How perfect for me that my submissive loves my discipline as much as I love to give it. A sigh slips from my lips as I smack her other cheek. This is what I need. I crave giving it as much as she needs receiving.
“I’m sorry I’ve neglected you this way,” I groan as I reach down and cup myself. “But please understand that I’ve suffered too. Not in the same way, but I needed this. I needed you. And now, I’m going to punish you. It’s going to hurt so very much, but you’re going to take it for me because you’re my good girl.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I double over my belt and smack it across both cheeks. The howl that drips from her lips as she arches up makes everything in me clench. Precum weeps from my slit and smears across my lower abs as I bend over to graze the red welt with my lips and tongue.
I ignore the frantic whimpers pouring from her body as she claws at the desk. Frenetic energy races through my being as I bring the belt to her again. Another welt for me to worship, another stripe of red to taste.
Her cries ring out in my ears, spurring me forward. Sweat gathers at my brow as I slap the leather across her skin again and again. Each strike puts me further into a haze where there’s only her and me.
A few more swats and her skin glows a mottled red. But I’m not done yet. Not by far. Grabbing her thigh, I wrench her leg up onto the desk, scattering papers over the floor. I don’t give a fuck anymore about what happens here.
“Ready to give me all of you, baby? Ready to scream my name as I pour my retribution onto your body?”
“P- please!” she whimpers.
Tears shine in her eyes, turning her face as wet as the gusset of her panties. They stick to her pussy lips, outlining them as if part of her skin. God help me, but she wants this.
Sliding my hand further up the belt, I make the loop a touch smaller so I can wield it with deadly accuracy against her pussy, making her scream as she arches up. With a snarl, I slide my hand along her back and urge her down, holding her in place while I smack her again.
Each time I pull away, the leather of my belt gleams with her arousal. Another smack, and I won’t be able to resist her much longer. Already my cock pulses against the confines of my pants.
With a quick jerk, I turn her around and grind her sore ass against the hard wood. Teary hiccups fill the room as I bring my belt up to her lips. I don’t even have to say anything. She leans forward and laps at her juices, tasting her depravity as I shove my pants and underwear down.
I enter her with one stroke, groaning as her pussy tightens around me. With the plug in her ass, the fit is even more snug until I worry I won’t be able to fully fit. A quick shift of her hips opens her up a bit more, allowing me to fuck her hard and fast.
Her eyes glaze over as I lay her down against the wood and curl my fingers around her neck. Perfection. She’s all I could want. All I could need.
All. Motherfucking. Mine.
Each stroke is punishing, deep, and without mercy. She glides against the word as my hips slam into hers. At this rate, I won’t last very long. Thankfully, neither will she.
With each tightening of my fingers around her throat, her inner walls spasms around me, threatening to make me come with each glide deep into her luscious body. My balls clench up, nearly making my knees buckle.
A guttural roar rumbles in my throat as I pump in and out a few more times. Gripping her hip in one hand, I hold my beautiful submissive there as I pour myself out into her. Micro spasms run up and down my cock and settle into my balls, urging even more cum into her.
“Touch yourself, pet. I want to feel you get off around me.”
Her delicate fingers slide in between us as she rubs her clit with wild abandon. Soft moans flood the room, making everything twitch as she works herself over. Soon, her body explodes around mine as her cries ring out for anyone to hear.
She continues to touch herself until finally everything settles. Harsh breaths flit from her lips as she stares up at me, her gaze wide and filled with wonder.
“Wow,” she breathes.
“Wow.” I repeat as I help her up.
Easing her back around, I gently pull the plug from her ass and set it on my desk. “Only you would enjoy the ginger.”
“You’re surprised,” she giggles, her voice a touch shaky.
“I shouldn’t be.” Sobering, I run my fingers down her cheek. “Seriously. Tell me next time. When you brat like this, it won’t always get the response you want. I’ll do my best not to get caught up in work like I have, and you will tell me when you’re getting to this point.”
Glancing over her head and out the window, my brows draw down into a murderous frown. “What the fuck is Caldwell doing here? As I understand it, he’s not been accepted.”
“Fuck,” she curses under her breath as she fixes her skirt. “The stupid gala.”
“What stupid gala.”
This time, her gaze turns a bit sheepish. “Well, the one I was hoping to go with you to. You know. As the press.”
A weary sigh slips from my lips as I shake my head. “Give the details to Shelaine, and I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, you deal with him, or I will.”
As I watch her straighten herself, my heart swells for a moment with a mix of fear and longing. I can’t lose her. Not to a little dipshit like Caldwell. But if she feels anything for him other than annoyance, I can’t see it in her expression.
“He’s probably just acting on the behalf of his mother.”
“I mean it, Ashleigh. I don’t share, and I don’t play nicely with others. I will deal with him if I have to.”