Chapter 29 #2
Ash helps me off the island and turns me around so my back is to him. I sense him removing his boxers, and I let him press me down on the towel so I’m bent over the island.
“Are you alright?” he asks. “Can I fuck you again?”
Despite my concerns, I nod. Maybe I can’t take any more, but I’m going to try. “Yes. Fuck me again.”
“Don’t move,” he says, and I watch him head down the hall toward his bedroom. He comes back a few seconds later with a strip of about five condoms, and my eyes widen.
“Just how many times are you planning to fuck me?” I ask, leaning up off the island.
He rips one condom off the strip and tosses the rest onto the counter.
“As many times as I want,” he says as he rips the wrapper open, and I feel the muscles between my legs clench.
Ash puts the condom on, then pushes me back down. He hooks a hand under my knee and lifts my leg so it rests on the island as his hand grips my thigh to hold it up. He swipes the head of his cock through my folds, then lines himself up at my entrance and pushes forward.
I let out a moan as he stretches me open again. As thick as his shaft is, his head is even thicker, and my body strains to accommodate him.
“Try to relax so you can take me easier, baby,” he whispers.
I manage to stop straining my muscles, and he slides in to the hilt.
“Good girl,” he says on a groan. “See how perfectly you take me when you let go of all that tension?”
Right on cue, my pussy clamps down at the words ‘good girl,’ and he grunts. “God damn. That is one hell of a praise kink you have,” he says, chuckling. “I’m going to have to be careful not to abuse it.”
Ash leans over me and braces his other hand on the island as he begins to thrust. My fingers curl around the corners of the towel he laid down, and I try to convince myself again this is really happening.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praises as he takes long, hard strokes. “You should see how amazing your wet little cunt looks when it’s sucking my huge cock inside you.”
My inner walls convulse around him, maybe not as hard as when he calls me a good girl, but still hard enough that he groans.
“Reach down and work your clit for me,” Ash says.
He pushes my hair to one side, and I feel him trace the outline of the wings on my back with one finger. I twitch as he gets to my mid-back where I’m more ticklish.
“I think I just unlocked a new kink,” he says. “We’re going to roleplay the evil demon corrupting the innocent little angel one of these days. Would you like that?”
I nod. I have no idea why that turns me on, but it does.
He pulls me back against his chest and fastens his mouth on my neck before he kisses and nips his way down to my shoulder. More goosebumps spring up all along my arms as pleasure shimmies its way down my body. Ash bites down gently in the crook of my neck as he thrusts, and I cry out in bliss.
“Your clit, Gray. Now,” Ash orders as he moves. “I’m going to come any second now, and you need to come with me.”
I get a shaking hand between my legs and swirl it around my clit, but I stop a second later. I’m almost too sensitive, and the potential power of the orgasm frightens me. I pull my hand back.
“Baby, you need to-”
“I can’t,” I say. “It’s too much.”
Fear courses through me as Ash pulls out. An apology jumps to the tip of my tongue, but it dies as he spins me around, lifts me into the air, and impales me down on his cock where he’s standing.
I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck as he bounces me up and down along his length. The new position rubs him against my clit, but it’s not as intense as before, and I sigh in relief as a much smaller orgasm than I feared shudders through me.
Ash pumps me up and down faster against his body, and a few seconds later, he roars into the silence of the room as he pulses inside me.
When he recovers a few seconds later, he meets my eyes. I smile, but his face is serious. He turns and strides with me still impaled on his cock to the couch. He eases us down onto it and braces himself above me, but he doesn’t withdraw.
“We’re going to need a safe word,” he says as he looks down at me. “Or we can use the color system if you want, but we need some guidelines sooner rather than later.”
I blink at him. “Color system?”
“Green, yellow, red,” he says. “Like a stoplight.”
I nod hesitantly. “Okay.”
“If you don’t want to do something, or you don’t want me to do something, use those colors. Otherwise, I’ll expect you to obey me when I tell you to do something.”
I blink at him again. “What?”
“Obey me,” he repeats. “If you let me dom for you, then you do what I say.” He narrows his eyes. “You’re not a brat, are you?”
“Excuse me?” I ask indignantly.
“It’s a type of sub,” he explains. “Sort of. Brats get off on disobeying so that they have to be punished. Are you going to be a brat?”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head. “I…don’t think so?”
His face eases. “Good. I’m not really into brat taming. You said in your text you’d be into hunter-prey play, so I don’t mind if you fight me when we’re doing that, but I can’t handle brats.”
I stare at him. Clearly BDSM is a lot more complex than I knew.
“Is there a rule book about all this you can point me to?” I ask. “I feel like I need to do some research.”
He smiles. “I’ll teach you as we go. Just ask questions when you’re not sure, and there are no dumb questions.”
I want to laugh. That’s more or less the speech I give my students at the beginning of each semester, and the irony isn’t lost on me.
“I want you to feel comfortable, so just ask,” Ash goes on. “I’ll go easy on you until you get the hang of things.”
“You’ll go easy on me?”
“That sounded more threatening than I intended,” he says. “I just meant we’ll go slow.”
I nod.
“I’ll try, anyway,” Ash qualifies. “You drive me fucking mad, so it’s going to be an effort to control myself around you. I’ll be patient with you if you can be patient with me.”
I nod again.
“BDSM is all about control, so we’ll have to work on that together.”
“And you’re in control,” I say. I think I understand, but he shakes his head.
“No, you are,” he says.
I frown. “Me? But you said-”
“A dom is only in control on the surface, but in true BDSM, it’s the sub who has ultimate control.
If you don’t like something and use the safe word, things stop immediately.
It doesn’t matter how into it I am, things stop,” he repeats more forcefully.
“You obey me until it’s time for me to obey you. ”
I exhale deeply. That eases my mind.
Ash finally lifts himself and slips out of me. He’s no longer hard, but he’s not much smaller when he’s slack, so I feel every inch of him withdraw.
“I’m starving,” he says as he disposes of the condom. “Want to order a pizza? I could use some fuel before I fuck you again.”
It takes a moment for my brain to kick in, and I lean up on my elbows. “Again?”
He stops with his cell phone in his hand. “Do you not want me to fuck you again?” he asks, and I hear the disappointment in his voice.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” I assure him quickly as I sit up. “I’ve just never been with a guy who had so much stamina…or this intense a sex drive for that matter.”
He grins at me. “Oh, baby. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”