Chapter 17 #2
“Arms forward.” When she complies, I gather her wrists and secure them with the chains I attached to the headboard. Body stretched tight, she’s unable to move.
“Please use lube.” Muffled into the comforter, her voice is soft. Almost pleading.
It makes me smile.
I rear back with the paddle and let it fly, whacking across her ass with a thunderclap. She jolts forward and screams.
“Nah,” I inform her. “I’ll do what I want.”
Squatting, I let my nose slip between her swollen lips from her clit to her ass—torturous and deliberate. No touch. Just scenting my prey. Her musk floods my lungs, thick with submission, with fear, with heat.
“Turn your head to the side. We’re going to play a little game.”
She obeys, cheek brushing the mattress, one eye catching mine like she’s trying to decode what I’ll do next. I step out of my pants, then my briefs, tossing both onto the window seat behind me. My cock is flushed red, rigid, and seeping with need from the tip—but she hasn’t earned it. Not yet.
“Wh-what game?” Her voice trembles.
“A truth-telling game. You lie, I spank. You hesitate, I spank. You tell the truth, I reward.”
Her body flinches, and I get even more aroused.
“First question…” I trail the wood over her bare skin until goosebumps erupt wherever it hovers. “Did you touch yourself at home thinking about me?”
She doesn’t answer.
The paddle slaps across her ass with a brutal smack.
“Answer.”
“Yes!” she cries. “Yes. I did.”
“Where?”
“My toy on my clit… I thought about you watching me…”
A smirk tugs at my mouth as I jerk my cock once—just once—a silent reward for how well I’ve trained her. Her asshole flinches when I drag my thumb along the heat blooming on her cheek.
I lean over, grab the bottle, then squirt a dollop of cheese into her mouth. Like she’s my good girl. Her pink tongue swaths it away from her lips as she swallows the bite down.
“Second question. Did you talk to any guys while you were there?” I drag the paddle between her thighs like a blade ready to slice.
“N-No?”
Not a firm enough answer for my taste. I snap the paddle against her again, harder. She gasps, jerks forward, chains rattling. A tiny sob escapes.
“Try that again.”
A beat of silence passes. Then, “No, lord.”
My shoulders relax. I unlocked her phone and didn’t see any recent calls. Not even thin-dick Moretti. So I think she’s telling the truth.
“Third question.” My tone lowers to a whisper as I drop the cheese, then trace a finger along her drenched cunt. “When you disobeyed and had your toy to your clit…were you hoping I’d punish you like this?”
A whimper leaves her lips, and her back stiffens. “I needed it,” she whispers.
I release the paddle.
“What do you need?” Gruff and restrained, I hold myself back, stroking myself vigorously. Only hoping she’ll grant me the words I want to hear.
“Your punishment. Your cock…”
With one brutal thrust, I bury myself inside her. Tight heat clamps around me, and I nearly lose control.
Her wail is guttural, and I drink it like a drug, fingers digging into her hips to hold her still. To hold me still.
“Last question, baby girl…” I grip her hair like reins, dragging her head back. “Have you been fucked in the ass before?”
“N-No…” The word stumbles out of her, soaked in terror and submission. I close my eyes. Memorize the sound.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.”
And then I fuck her—deep and ruthless—drenched in her wetness and claiming every inch like she was made for this.
For me.
Using her hips as leverage, I drag her back onto my cock—slow and unrelenting. The chains clink against the headboard, the only thing holding her from collapse.
Her cries twist into primal music, but I can barely hear them over the sound of my own pulse. Because all I can think is…
I’m about to rip into Ashlyn’s virgin ass.
Take what no one else has touched.
Claim the last part of her that doesn’t yet know the shape of me.
First kiss.
First fuck.
First obedience.
I slip my finger into my mouth, wetting it, then press it against the tight, trembling bud. I circle it languidly until her entire body tenses.
“You ever had a toy in there?”
“Only a little… A little one, Aiden…” She sounds scared, nearly begging. And it makes me laugh.
“Perfect…”
I still my hips and slide out of her warmth, already missing it, chest heaving as I reach into my nightstand. Lube. Not because I’m soft, but because I want to fuck her again tomorrow. And the day after.
If I go in dry, she’ll tear. She won’t be able to take me. And worse, she might tear me in the process.
I drizzle the thick gel over her pussy. Her ass.
My cock. The air thickens with the smell.
Sweet. Innocent. Almost cruel. I push a finger inside her, deeper this time, letting the lube work its way in.
She bucks on instinct, but I grab her hips and drag her back to me, then slap her ass hard enough for our skin to stick.
“It smells fruity,” she says.
“Yeah, that’s so I can eat it…with a cherry on top.”
“You what—”
I don’t let her finish. Diving between her cheeks, I press my mouth against her asshole, tongue circling, teasing, forcing its way inside. My stubble scratches against her skin. My nose fills with her scent. I could die like this—devouring her fear.
“Oh fuck…” Her words end in a cry of pleasure, and the deeper I go, the more she shakes. “Please…”
“Please, what?” I murmur, then suck her asshole back into my mouth.
“Aiden, please! Please!”
I chuckle, letting it vibrate against her. “Please, what, baby girl?”
“Fuck me!”
I rise, fast and hungry, and line myself up behind her. One push. The tip breaches her tight ring. She jerks forward, trying to escape, but the chains, the spreader bar, my grip... They all remind her of who she belongs to.
“Ah-ah…this is punishment.”
“It’s too much.”
“So you gonna use your safe word, baby?” I drag the question out patiently. “Gonna tap out?”
Silence.
My eyes stay locked on the way my cock sinks into her ass. Hypnotic. Mesmerizing. Her body trembles, trying to resist, trying to adjust, but it’s no use. I’m going to force her to take all of it.
She shudders until her back arches. A raw growl tears from her throat, teeth clenched like she’s a wild horse trying not to break.
“Relax…or don’t.” I slam my palm across her ass again, skin-to-skin. “I can hurt you worse.”
And I will, if she doesn’t obey.
When I’m fully seated, my pubic bone flush against the soft curve of her ass, I exhale a broken sigh. Fuck. The grip she has on me…it’s inhuman. Like her body was designed to keep me trapped here. To never let me go. And knowing no one’s ever been inside her like this?
It’s everything.
“Please…move. Something.”
“Sure thing.”
I hammer my hips forward, pulling back only to slam in deeper. Again. And again. Her ass clenches around me, choking my cock with every thrust. My head tips back, neck tense, jaw tight—I’m trying to hold off, trying to savor it, but the sensation is white hot. Relentless.
I want to breed her ass so full of my cum, it’ll drip out for days.
Leave a mark she’ll feel every time she sits down.
Every time she breathes.
“Oh my god!” she wails, breath ragged, head thrown back.
I can’t help it—a slow, comforting grin tugs at my lips. Like I’m proud of her. Because I wholeheartedly am.
“I think… I think…”
“What, baby?” I murmur, voice like smoke. “You gonna come…with my cock buried in your ass? You like it?”
“No— I—” She resists, but her body betrays her.
Her fingers claw at the blanket. Toes curled. Thighs shaking. Her asshole clamps down around me like a vise, tighter than ever. She comes undone violently.
My balls soak as her pussy gushes. Slick sprays from her cunt in an involuntary wave of ecstasy. She sobs as she peaks, visibly overwhelmed…ruined.
And I keep fucking her through it—deep, powerful thrusts that make her body answer to mine.
She goes limp, loose, and pliable for me. A fucked-dumb whimper slips from her lips that’s hoarse from screaming. All the while, I use her claimed hole the way I want—my cock driving in to the hilt, each punishing movement a branding mark. A reminder.
She’ll never forget who she belongs to.
A vicious orgasm rips through my spine. My vision splinters. Pulse deafens. I hold her hips locked to mine, shoving as deep as I can, grinding in tight so I can unload every last drop where it matters most.
“That feels so weird!” she squalls, but I don’t stop. Ream after ream of hot cum spurts into her. Filling her. Marking her. Even after I’m spent, I stay buried, watching her squirm, trying to dislodge me, shifting against the intrusion. But I don’t budge.
When I finally pull out…I stare. Her hole gapes open, red and raw, dripping with my cum. It leaks down the backs of her thighs, pooling in the crook of her bent knees. But that’s not what makes my stomach twist.
There’s blood. A tinge. Ringing the edge. Bright. Fresh. Real.
My jaw tics at the sight. “Why didn’t you tell me to stop?” The question slips out quieter than I mean it to, brow furrowed as I kneel, scanning the wound I caused.
Was it my intention to wreck her with pain? Yes. But…now that I see her bleeding, I’m conflicted.
For a breath, I want to hold her instead of hurt her. The thought disgusts me, and I don’t know why it feels like grief. She looks back at me like I’m the whole sky, and I can’t remember what I was punishing her for anymore.
Hurriedly, I release her from the binds. She sits up and questions me with her expression.
“Come on…I need to take care of you.”
“What happened?”
“Are you hurt?”
“Well, it feels… I don’t know. Strange? Am I hurt?”
I don’t answer. Simply gather her into my arms, pulling her tight against my chest, cradling her like she’s something fragile now. Because maybe she is. I carry her into the bathroom without a word and set her on the marble counter.
The room fills with steam as I run the hot water, sprinkling in Epsom salts like it’ll undo the damage I left inside her. Perhaps it will. When I reach to help her into the tub, she slaps at my arm—light, but firm.
“I can bathe myself.”
The words hit harder than they should. Like an eerie echo. It pulls me back to Crest. To every time she said she could handle it.
But I liked doing it for her.
Needed to.
And now she won’t let me.
It washes over me. The first moment she slapped me. “I want your hand there. Please! Do it!”
“I can’t,” I whispered against her collarbone. I was shaking. Terrified of going too far. And wanting it too much. “I’ll hurt you.”
Fire in her eyes, and fury in her mouth, she spit out, “Then do it! I need it, Aiden. Squeeze. I’m breaking apart inside!”
I remember the moment I realized what she meant. Containment. Just like that night I shoved her against the side of the shed. Held her wrists. Forced her to be still. I needed to be something solid enough to hold her together when she was coming apart.
Wrapping my hand around her neck, I clenched harder until she released a blood-curling scream of relief.
I remember holding her close after. Her body giving up the fight. Sobs tearing out of her like a feral kitten finally caught. My arms locked around her while I pressed slow, careful kisses to her hair. Her forehead. Anywhere gentle.
I didn’t care about anything else.
Because I got to fix her.
Pain spears straight through my chest at the memory—hot, immediate, suffocating. I step back. Swallow hard.
“Fine,” I say, voice clipped. “Clean up. I’ll be outside waiting.”
I close the door behind me before she can see the look on my face.
Despite her rejection, guilt gnaws at me. I should’ve prepped her more. I knew my size would hurt her, and still, I wanted that pain. Craved it. Owned it. And now that I’ve gotten what I wanted…
Maybe I regret it.
So by the time she emerges in my robe, pulls on a fresh set of pajamas, and heads toward her dog bed, I’m ready to make a change. I flip back the covers and pat the bed next to me. Well, over a high pillow wall I constructed in the middle.
She scans the tray I set on her nightstand.
“Sweet Tarts and more squeeze cheese and crackers?”
I take a deep breath of reluctance and nod.
The joy that blooms on her face? Almost worth the guilt blistering inside me.
She slides into bed, pulls up the shitty show she’s been binging on her tablet, and dives into the snacks like I didn’t brutalize her an hour ago.
I pretend to read.
But I watch her.
Cracker crumbs rain down across the comforter, and she tries to brush them away. Then glances at me with that dry, infuriating smirk.
“Don’t worry. It’s healthy.”