Chapter 10
Ainsley
T he bowl of popcorn thuds against the coffee table and popcorn goes flying from the top, spreading out along the table and the floor, but the monster doesn’t move to pick any of it up.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, drawing my eyes to his face to see what happened. Except, as my eyes track over to him, they don’t stay on his face. They watch as his hand slips down to his sweatpants, grabbing the hard outline of his cock through the fabric.
Amusement lights up my face as I say, “Has it been that long since you’ve watched porn?”
I smirk in his direction, trying to tease him, but the smoldering gaze he casts my way shuts down my teasing banter quickly. “No, baby, I was just thinking about how much better we are in bed than these two actors are.”
I don’t have a response to that. We are pretty good in bed together, even if I never want to go there again. No matter how much we disagree or how much our personalities clash, sex has always been what brings us together.
“Besides, I don’t need porn. Not when I can watch you instead.” His hand slips into his pants, wrapping around his hard length as he says the words that should creep me out, but of course they just have the opposite effect. “Especially after what I was able to record last night.”
My entire body heats at the reminder of what we did last night, making me fight the urge to put a hand down my own pants just to feel how wet he’s making me. “Show me,” I hear myself whisper, but it’s like I’m not even there anymore. It feels like someone else is controlling my body, making me do the things I refuse to admit I want.
The monster growls at my words as he lurches forward, grabbing his phone off the coffee table. As he settles back into the couch, he pulls his pants down to his knees, freeing the hard length that was threatening to break through.
“You sure about this, little one?” he asks as he spits into his hand and wraps it back around his cock, giving it a slow pump as my eyes trail every movement he makes.
“Yes,” I answer on a breathy whisper, still not feeling like I’m in control of my own body. My hand slips into my pants, needing to feel some kind of friction, but he grabs it and pulls it away before I can.
“Don’t touch yourself,” he commands me. “Not unless you’re willing to scream out my name while you come.”
I let my hand fall limply to my side, not willing to give him what he wants. He doesn’t let that stop him as he pulls up the recording from last night and starts pumping his cock even faster. His breathing grows heavier, matching the breathing in the video, and I can’t decide which one I should be watching.
As I watch him pushing his finger into me from behind, he moans, and I want to cry from how desperately I want to feel something, anything, between my legs. But not enough to give him what he wants.
“You’re doing so good,” I hear him praise me through the camera, but I’m not watching that anymore. I’m watching as his hand slides from base to tip and back again, lost in watching what we did last night. He’s watched me touch myself more times than I can count, but I’ve never seen him like this. So unashamed of finding his own pleasure, eating up the attention I’m giving him.
“Come on, baby, I need to feel you,” he says through the recording, and I nearly explode without even touching myself.
“Fuck, I’m so close already,” he moans as he pumps his cock so quickly, it almost looks painful. My teeth snag my lip as I watch, trying to keep quiet and just enjoy the show in front of me. Wasn’t this supposed to be a relaxing movie day?
“Do you want to be my good girl?” the monster asks as his eyes leave the screen to watch me, watching him. I nod vigorously, always desperate to hear his praise. “Suck my cock.”
He throws his phone on the coffee table, no longer needing to watch us. The sound of our moans still filters through the speakers as he watches me intensely, waiting for me to make my decision.
“If I do, can I touch myself?”
That's all I want now. I want to come, even if it means giving into him just a little. Besides, I always kind of enjoyed sucking his cock, knowing that I could drive him crazy with just my mouth.
“No,” he answers, making me deflate. “But I promise to give you a much better reward.”
“Say my name, Ainsley,” I hear his voice say through the speaker on his phone. Hearing him say my name is all it takes for me to forget why I should say no, or why I should pull my eyes away from him. Who knows? Maybe the reward will be worth it.
As he watches me decide to give in, his hand leaves his cock, and he spreads his legs wider, offering me the space between them. I can see the tip glistening with cum, begging me to taste it. Without stopping to think, I jump off the couch and position myself on my knees between his legs.
With my hand fisted around the base, I lick around the tip, collecting all of his cum with my tongue. The saltiness of it explodes on my tongue, and I want more. Slowly, I sink my mouth down his length, listening to his groan as he gets closer to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Ainsley, I won’t last long like this,” he tells me. When I look up, I see his head thrown back in pleasure, and it’s all the encouragement I need. I pull my head back up, following my mouth with my hand, and sink back onto him. This time, I take him as deep as I can, feeling him tap the back of my throat.
Tears build in my eyes, but I’m too determined to care. I’ve done this before, I can do it again. The monster’s fingers wrap through my hair, guiding my head up and down on his length.
When I need a moment to rest, I keep my fist wrapped around him, but trail kisses over the bandage on his abdomen. Under that bandage is my name, marking him as mine for anyone who sees it.
Suddenly, I jerk back, appalled by my thoughts. Mine? The monster isn’t mine, not anymore, and I don’t want him to be. We’re just having fun, and at the end of this week, it’ll all be over.
“Ainsley,” the monster groans, trying to guide my mouth back to the thick muscle sticking straight up, but I hesitate. Can I do this without getting attached?
The monster lifts his head and meets my eyes, worry filling his as he takes in the panic in mine. I can’t tell him. He’ll think he’s winning, and that’ll give him hope. It wouldn’t be fair to give him hope, knowing I would only end up crushing it.
“What’s wrong, little one? Is this too much? We can stop,” he tells me, not wanting to push me too far. This man has always been so considerate of my feelings, he deserves to be rewarded.
“No, it’s fine, I just -” What can I say? I won’t say the truth. Thinking up an excuse as quickly as I can, I blurt out, “my back was just hurting from the way I was bending over.”
He smirks, knowing I’m lying, and stands up so I don’t have to bend over anymore. “Would this make it easier?”
His cock is now sticking straight out, so close to my lips that if I stuck my tongue out, I would lick the tip. I nod my head and decide to push my thoughts out of my head for right now. I want to finish this.
I fit him back in my mouth and dive him, bobbing my head back and forth on him as he starts to moan again. I can tell he’s still close, even with my little distraction, and it pushes me to give this everything I have.
With a deep breath through my nose, I push my head even further, feeling him tap the back of my throat and then go further. When I feel myself trying to gag around him, I swallow, pulling him down my throat. The monster cries out, not expecting to feel that, and then I feel warm liquid shooting down my throat. He twitches against me as he holds my head in place, and I feel like I’m going to suffocate, but it’s worth it to know that I can bring him to his knees like this.
“Ainsley, you’re fucking incredible,” he cries out as he reaches the end of his orgasm. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me, and I can finally pull in a deep breath.
As I look up to see his approval, I find him looking down at me with complete adoration. It’s better than any praise or approval he can give me, and I know that’s wrong. I shouldn’t want him to adore me.
But I can’t help how I feel about it. The look he’s giving me sends butterflies erupting through my stomach, almost making me forget the painful ache between my thighs.
“Come here, little one,” he breathes, and he gestures for me to stand up. I do, standing up to my full height and looking straight at his bare chest. His finger fits under my chin and lifts it, pulling my head up so our eyes can meet. Before I can even take a breath, his lips are on mine in a sweet, gentle kiss.
I lift up on my toes, wanting more, but he pulls away with a chuckle. Heat shoots straight to my core, begging me for a release.
“I want to come,” I tell him boldly. After doing such a good job and working for his pleasure, I think I’ve earned this.
“Say my name,” the monster instructs, a challenge rising in his eyes. He knows I’m not going to, but he’s holding onto his threat.
“No,” I answer. He’s not surprised, but he does back away and pulls his pants back up. “You said I would be rewarded.”
“And you will be,” he assures me. “But I wasn’t offering to make you come as a reward, unless you’ve changed your mind and decided to say my name.”
“I haven’t, and I won’t,” I tell him with as much defiance as I can muster, jutting out my chin to show him I’m standing my ground.
He chuckles, not affected by my attitude in the slightest. He expected it, and that only irritates me more.
“Don’t worry, little one, I have ways to make you give in. Much like I just did,” he points out. I almost feel embarrassed at how easily I just gave into him, sucking his cock with nothing more than a promise to be rewarded. I didn’t even ask what the reward was before I gave in.
“You think you can keep me from coming? The drawer of your nightstand is full of toys I can use, and I’m more than happy to use my own fingers,” I remind him. Does he really think I’m not willing to do it by myself? He’s seen me do it more than once, he should know better by now.
“You think I’m going to leave you alone long enough to give you that chance?” he asks, clearly amused now. My attitude deflates as I realize this isn’t an argument I’m going to win.
If I don’t get to come, how is he planning to reward me? He’s already agreed to a dinner at Ethan’s, and I know he isn’t going to release me until the end of the week.
“Would you like your reward, or are you going to keep fighting with me?”
Do I even care anymore? Not really, but I feel like I’ve earned it at this point. I nod my head, but make sure he can see that my anger with him isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Stepping around me, he grabs his phone off the coffee table and closes out of the video. He dials a number, and he puts the phone to his ear, keeping me from hearing the voice on the other end.
“Come to the living room,” he instructs through the phone. It’s the only thing he says before he hangs up the phone, and I’m left waiting to see who he was talking to. “It’s time for you to meet my head of security.”
Seriously? “That’s my reward?” Now I’m angry. Beyond furious. No way did I just shove his cock down my throat all for the big reward of meeting his head of security.
The front door opens and closes, and I actually consider storming out of the room to show the monster just how angry I am. The words that come from the opening of the living room stop me in my tracks as I start to turn my back to the monster.
“Little bird.”
The heavily accented voice has me whirling around, not believing what I’m actually hearing. There’s no way.
His blonde hair is now cut shorter, no longer tied back into a bun, and the grin on his face is something I rarely saw from him. But, there’s no mistaking the large man in front of me.
“Jonah,” I squeal. I push past the monster, no longer angry with him, or caring about his presence for that matter. As I run to Jonah, I launch myself into his arms, and he catches me as he squeezes me tight.
“Little bird, it’s so good to finally see you safe,” he tells me. Tears fill my eyes at the realization that he’s actually here, hugging me and talking to me.
After the monster rescued me, I didn’t think I would ever see Jonah again. I told the monster about him and made sure he knew Jonah was always on my side and did what he could to make me safe in captivity.
Even with that, I figured the monster would still hate him for having any part of it.
“How are you here?”
“Mr. Ryker found me, told me you told him all about me. He offered me a job if I was willing to keep you safe when the time came.”
The monster clears his throat behind us, telling us without words that we’re being too friendly. Jonah lowers me to the floor and unwraps his arms from me so he doesn’t get in too much trouble, but I’m not done. I stay by his side, not caring if the monster is uncomfortable or not. He needs to learn how it feels, especially after leaving me in the state I was just in.
“What about your mother?” I ask, remembering him talking to me about his mother’s illness and how Carlos was paying for her treatment.
“Taken care of,” the monster says from behind us, clearly trying to get my attention back on him, but it’s not going to work.
“I see you’re fighting Mr. Ryker. Why is that? You used to tell me all these wonderful things about him. You truly seemed like you loved him,” Jonah says, making me roll my eyes. Here’s my chance for a little payback.
“You were right, it was Stockholm syndrome. He’s kind of a dick,” I answer.
Jonah laughs, but a hand lands on my shoulder and twirls me around until I’m facing the anger in the monster’s eyes. “Really, little one? Because you seemed to like me when you were sucking my cock five minutes ago.”
My cheeks heat as Jonah clears his throat behind us, uncomfortable with the turn this conversation has taken. “Yeah, well, I learned how to make being imprisoned a little easier. I’ve had plenty of practice with it, after all.”
Fire lights up his eyes at my implication, and I can feel Jonah backing out of the room behind me. I should probably follow him, knowing I’m in for it, but my stubbornness won’t let me.
We’ve already had this argument, and I regretted it as soon as the words came out of my mouth. He’s not Carlos, and I know that. The more I compare them, the angrier the monster is going to be with me.
“I’m giving you one chance to take that back,” he tells me, so calm that I know I’ve really messed up.
I should take it back. Tell him I’m sorry and move on, but when has my mouth ever obeyed me? “Are you saying I’m wrong? This is the fourth time I’ve been held captive since you came into my life. The first time with you, then your father, then Carlos, and now I’m with you all over again.”
He nods, still too calm. “Then feel free to leave, if that’s really what you want.”
His offer is like a slap to the face, making me actually take a step back. It’s exactly what I’ve wanted since he showed up at my apartment the other night. Freedom, to finally be done with this part of my life. Now that it’s an offer and I can actually walk away, it hurts to know that he would let me walk away so easily.
As tears fill my eyes, I turn my back to him and follow Jonah’s lead, deciding to hide somewhere in the house. Somewhere away from the monster.