Chapter 24 #2
“Did you really think there was something going on between me and Kelsier?” I ask when he continues to stand there.
His eyes refocus, and he meets my gaze.
“You’re sure there isn’t anything going on between you?” he asks.
I throw an annoyed look at him for meeting my question with a question, but he only presses closer, pinning me against the wall. My breathing labors, but the issue isn’t physical.
Ash brushes his fingers along my cheek before he slides them down my body all the way to the fly of my jeans. My eyes flare as he pops open the button and grins at me. I only swallow as I look up at him.
“Just in case, maybe I need to remind you who you belong to,” he says as he pulls my zipper down.
I consider myself a feminist, but I go wet as a water park at his words.
“I only fake belong to you,” I whisper, unable to help myself.
I yelp as he flips me around so I’m facing the wall.
“We’ll see about that,” he rasps in my ear.
Ash grabs my hands and places them against the wall near my head.
“Don’t move those,” he orders. One of his hands snakes up to wrap around my opposite shoulder, and I inhale sharply as his other hand moves slowly down into my panties toward the apex of my thighs.
Am I really going to let him do this? The question flashes in my mind, but I have no will to stop him.
“Is…this a good idea?” I ask. It’s all I can muster by way of protest.
Ash buries his face in my hair over my shoulder. “Probably not,” he says softly. “But I really want to do it. Are you going to stop me?”
I try to say yes. I really, really try, but after five long seconds get sucked out through the air vents, I shake my head.
He pushes out a deep breath, and his fingers find my clit to massage it slowly. Any further thoughts of protest vanish as I moan and let my head fall back against his shoulder. Ash only slips his hand further into my jeans and pushes a finger inside me, making me whimper.
“Shit, Gray. You’re so fucking wet,” he says against my ear. “Open your legs wider for me, baby.”
I obey automatically, then moan again as he pushes a second finger into me. My body shudders, and Ash pulls me back tighter against him.
“Good girl,” he purrs, and my pussy clenches around his fingers.
He must feel it because he groans. “Oh fuck, baby. Do you have a praise kink?” he asks, and there’s an eagerness in his voice.
I shake my head.
“Don’t lie to me,” he says. “Your pussy just clamped me like a finger trap. Now tell me the truth. Do you like to be praised?”
“I…I don’t know,” I say honestly. I can’t remember ever being called a "good girl" before, and while I feel like I should find it demeaning, I can’t deny my body’s reaction to the words.
He chuckles softly. “Oh, we’re going to find out then, baby girl.”
Ash pushes his fingers deeper inside me and curls them as he rubs my clit with his thumb. I let out a cry and thrust my ass back against him on instinct. The hard ridge of his cock presses against my tailbone.
“Mmm, is that the spot, baby?” he says in my ear. “Are you going to come for me?”
I bite my lip instead of answering, but Ash only moves his hand faster as his thumb rounds my clit. It’s been too long since a man touched me like this, and my body is a live wire. Every thrust of Ash’s fingers sends electricity through me that I feel from the roots of my hair to my toenails.
“Fuck!” I yell as he presses down on my clit and my body jolts.
Ash’s other hand moves up to cover my mouth, and he shushes softly into my ear. “Quiet now. We don’t want anyone to interrupt us, do we?”
He thrusts his fingers harder as his thumb continues to work my clit, and it’s all I can do to stay on my feet. I whimper against his hand, but he doesn’t let up.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, and we both feel my pussy clench around his fingers. He chuckles again. “Oh yeah. You’ve got a praise kink. I’m going to fucking enjoy this. Now come all over my fingers. I want you dripping down them when I’m done.”
My eyes roll back in my head as Ash works his hand between my legs, and I can’t stay still to save my life.
I buck against him, and he tightens his hold on me again as he pins my head to his chest with his hand still over my mouth.
I can’t keep my hands on the wall any longer.
Instead, I grab Ash’s forearms and hold on as hard as I can.
His muscles are like steel, and the hardness of his body against mine only drives me wilder.
“Come for me, Gray,” Ash says, his voice graveled. “Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.”
The last "good girl" does the trick, and I scream into Ash’s palm as my climax rocks through me. It’s an entire-body experience that sends shivers across my skin, and my reaction is so extreme I’m embarrassed. Ash must think I’m starved for sex by how hard I come on just his fingers.
Well, I am starved for it, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Fuck, baby,” he says. “I felt that orgasm in my balls.”
He pulls his fingers out of me, and I force myself not to whimper at the feeling of emptiness. He holds his hand up in front of my face, and his first two fingers glisten with my slickness.
“Look what you did to my hand, you dirty girl,” he says.
Ash slowly pulls his other hand away from my mouth, even as he lifts the slick hand to his own. I sense rather than see him suck on the digits as I continue to pant wildly against him.
“You taste so good,” he says against my hair. “I can’t wait to get my tongue into that sweet pussy.”
“What?” I manage to ask.
Ash doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns me around so my back is to the wall again. He presses his body against me, and his cock pushes into my stomach. It occurs to me that I should offer to reciprocate, but before I can get the words out, the door swings open.
“You think you need a bigger size?” Jack, the equipment manager, asks as he walks in, followed by Fig.
Ash and I break apart, and Jack and Fig stop short as they catch sight of us. Ash shunts me behind him as he steps in front of me, and I remember my pants are still undone. I hurry to rezip and button them as Jack and Fig stare at us.
“Hey Gunny, whatcha doing in here with the doc?” Fig asks, grinning.
“Showing her the equipment room,” Ash answers. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Yeah?” Fig says as his eyes dip to Ash’s groin. “Exactly what equipment were you showing her?”
Behind Ash, my face burns as I imagine this story raging through the training center like wildfire.
“Don’t be an asshole, Fig,” Ash says as he reaches behind him and searches for my hand. I slip it into his, and his fingers close around mine. “Let’s go, Gray. We can finish this later.”
He tugs me past Fig and Jack, and I don’t just hear the promise behind those words. I feel it.