Chapter 29
Gray
We watch the rest of the movie, but I couldn’t tell you what happened if my life depended on it. I spend the time tucked up against Ash, wearing his shirt, and watching his cock slowly harden in his underwear until the credits roll. When they do, Ash turns off the TV and begins to kiss me.
“Longest fucking movie ever,” he says as he pulls his shirt off me.
I gasp as his mouth fastens on my breast, and I thread my fingers through his hair to hold him in place against my chest. He starts to tug at my panties, which he let me put back on for the movie, but the position is awkward, and he’s having trouble getting them off.
“Shouldn’t we…maybe…go into your bedroom?” I suggest as he continues to work at the panties while suckling my breast.
Ash stills, and I immediately know I’ve said something wrong. He doesn’t want me in his bedroom.
He lifts his head to look at me.
“Forget I said anything. Here is fine.” I try to play it off, but the fact he doesn’t want me in his room stings a little.
Ash shakes his head. “You don’t understand,” he says as he stands up and starts to pace.
I want to take back the words and apologize, but pride won’t let me. There was nothing wrong with suggesting we go to his room.
“It’s fine,” I say again because it’s all I can manage.
“No, it’s not,” he says. “Come with me.”
Ash grabs my hand and pulls me up from the couch. We’re both only wearing our underwear as we head across his living room and down the hall to his bedroom.
“Ash-,” I try again, but he cuts me off.
“There’s a reason I don’t want to go into the bedroom tonight,” he says, “but it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“And what am I thinking?” I ask.
“Probably that I don’t want you in my bedroom because I don’t want you to stay, or some bullshit like that.”
“And that’s not it?”
Ash stops at the threshold to his room and looks down at me.
“Definitely not,” he says. He lets out a deep sigh. “I have…particular tastes I indulge every so often, but I don’t want to get into them tonight, and if we go in the bedroom, I’ll be too tempted.”
My eyes narrow. “Tastes?”
“Nothing too extreme,” he says, “but they aren’t for everyone, and I don’t want to scare you off.”
My eyes widen. “Scare me off?”
“I’ll show you my room,” he says quickly, “and you can decide before I see you next if it’s something you can handle. We’ve got more road games this week, so you’ll have a few days to think about it.”
My heart drops as I remember he’s going to be gone for a while. He says I’m his now, but I’ve had too many guys disappear on me after sleeping with them, and my abandonment issues flare like hemorrhoids.
“Does that work?” Ash asks when I don’t say anything, and I force myself to nod.
Ash turns on the light in his bedroom and tugs me inside.
At first glance, nothing looks out of the ordinary.
I was expecting the red room of pain or something, but this looks like a regular bedroom with a large king bed against one wall, a trunk at the foot of it, and an armchair near a small side table.
There’s a dresser between two doors on the wall opposite the bed.
I assume one door goes to a closet and the other to a bathroom.
Ash leads me to the bed, and I raise a brow at him.
“Absolutely terrifying,” I deadpan as I survey it. “That duvet is clearly dry clean only.”
I yelp as he slaps my ass for the remark. Then he goes to the foot of the bed, bends, and reaches under it to pull something out that he tosses onto the covers.
I stare at the black strap that snakes across the top of the bed before it ends in…a buckle cuff.
Holy shit. It is the red room of pain.
I glance at the walls. The light blue room of pain.
Ash goes around to the other corners and pulls three more straps out of hiding to toss them on the bed before he comes back to stand behind me. His hands land gently on my shoulders, and something akin to excitement twined with alarm skirts up my spine.
“What do you think?” he asks.
I stare at the cuffs and imagine myself strapped spread-eagle to Ash’s bed while he fucks me. The thought turns me on more than I care to admit, but then something occurs to me.
“Who are those for?” I ask. I shouldn’t assume anything. Maybe he’s the one who likes to be tied down.
Ash chuckles. “That depends how you look at it, but technically they’re for you,” he says softly. He leans in so his breath ghosts over my ear. “How do you feel about being strapped to my bed while I do dirty, unspeakable things to you, Gray?”
I feel the husky purr of his voice between my legs as I swallow audibly.
“What kinds of dirty, unspeakable things?” I ask.
Ash let’s go of my shoulders and kneels down next to the bed. He pulls a large case out from under it, hefts it onto the bed, and opens it.
I step forward to look inside. There are several lengths of rope, a pair of handcuffs, a riding crop, a leather flogger, a feather tickler, a blindfold, and a ball gag in the case.
I turn to Ash. He watches me carefully, but when I don’t react, he bends down and pulls another smaller case out from under the bed and opens it. I peer into that one to see an assortment of dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, and what I take to be nipple clamps.
Sweet Jesus. The man has more toys than I do.
“That is quite a collection,” I say. My mouth has gone a bit dry, but not from fear or revulsion. On the contrary. My mouth may be dry, but other parts of me are very, very wet.
“And what do you think of my collection?” he asks. “If I strapped you to my bed, would you let me use some of these things on you?”
I swallow again. “You’d want to hurt me?”
“No, not at all,” he says forcefully. “I’m a pleasure dom. I use these things to control your pleasure.”
I blink at him. “There are different kinds of doms?”
He smiles. “Yeah, several kinds. Doms that punish or use pain are what everyone thinks of first, but that’s only one kind of BDSM. I’d use the things in these cases to tease you and test your body.”
His voice drops to a husky purr as he moves behind me again and trails a couple fingers lightly down my neck, drawing goosebumps.
“I’d sensitize your skin so I could make you come with the slightest touch.
I’d explore you for hours so I knew exactly where your most erogenous spots were, and then I’d work those spots until you were so mad with desire you couldn’t remember your own name. ”
He runs his fingers across my shoulders, and I shiver under the touch before he moves in closer so his body presses against me from behind.
“Is that something you’d let me do, Gray?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper. “Would you give me control and trust me with your pleasure?”
My first instinct is to say, “Fuck yeah,” but it sounds too good to be true. There has to be a catch.
“What about your pleasure?” I ask.
Ash’s hand curls up gently around my neck under my chin and pulls my head against his chest. His other hand dips into my panties to massage my clit and I moan as I start to writhe against him.
“What some men don’t understand,” he says, “is that a woman’s pleasure can enhance their own.
Some men will just fuck you until they come, and they don’t care if you come too.
But when I’ve got you coming so hard your eyes roll back in your head, your pussy is going to squeeze me like a vise, and that’s going to make me come all the harder. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
I barely take in what he’s saying because his finger working my clit does indeed have my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Do you understand?” Ash asks, and I have to force myself to focus.
“What? Um, yeah. Right, like a vise,” I say against his hand still holding me just under my jaw.
He chuckles. “I think it’s time for me to make good on all this talk.”
I exhale as he pulls his hand out of my panties, but I squeak as he swings me up into his arms and heads back out toward the living room.
He stops in the guest bathroom to pull a towel off one of the racks, then heads into the kitchen.
He sets me down near the island and lays the towel on top of it.
“Ash, what-”
I cry out as he wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me onto the island. He presses me back onto it and pulls my panties off before he grabs my ankles and lifts them up so they’re resting on his shoulders.
He smiles down at me. “I’ve been waiting to taste you for weeks now,” he says as he runs his hands down my thighs. Goosebumps follow in their wake, and he chuckles again.
“If you agree to let me be your Dom,” he says, “the next time we do this you’ll have nipple clamps on, a plug in your ass, and your hands will be tied to my headboard.”
My mouth falls open. I feel like I should say something, but how exactly does one respond to that? Was that a threat? A promise?
Then the opportunity to say anything is lost as Ash pushes my knees open, lowers his head, and begins to feast on me.
I cry out as he suctions his mouth around my clit before flicking his tongue against it.
“Fuck! Ash!”
I grind my hips against his mouth, and he makes a humming sound as he moves lower so he can spear his tongue into me.
My fingers find his hair, and I thread them through his semi-long locks, desperate to have something to hold onto as my pleasure starts to crescendo already.
Ash fastens his mouth on my clit again, sucking hard, and it’s only a minute or so before I scream as my orgasm crashes over me. I’ve never come that fast in my life.
My body tries to buck off the island, but Ash presses a hand to the center of my chest and holds me down as his mouth continues to work me, coaxing the last throes of my climax from me as I moan and pant.
Finally, he lifts his head and looks down at me. I can’t speak as I take deep gulping breaths of air.
“My turn,” Ash says, and my eyes flare to realize there’s more to come.
I’m not sure my body can handle it.