Page 57 of Ashes to Ashes

The timbre of his voice, dropped low, sent chills skittering down my spine in anticipation. It’d been days since he’d brought out his dominant, commanding side, and frankly I’d missed it. That’s not to say that our sex hadn’t been mind-blowing, but after he’d lashed me to his bed and fucked me six ways to Sunday, he’d gone easy on me. From his ruthless tone just now, it was clear my reprieve wasover.

I dropped to my knees and boxed my arms behind my back just the way he liked. Ash circled me, admiring the view. He stopped in front of me, his bulge looming large in my line of sight.

Seeing where my eyes lingered, he cupped himself. “Don’t worry baby, you’ll get this, but first …” He dropped into a squat and traced the curve of my neck, down to my nipple. He tweaked it between his fingers and I yelped.

Ash brushed his thumb back and forth over the tip until the pain was replaced by a warming sort of pleasure. When goosebumps broke out along my skin, Ash smiled savagely at his handiwork. Dragging his eyes from my breast to my face, our gazes locked and held as he continued to stroke me. And then he blinked, long and slow, and when he opened his eyes, a cold, guarded mask had fallen over his features. “I need to be in control right now. I need it hard and rough. Will you let me dothat?”

That in asking for control, Ash gave it to me was a turn on unlike anything I’d experienced before. As a card-carrying feminist, I’d once thought only spineless, subservient women willingly acquiesced to being commanded by a man. But now I could see there was strength in it, too. Submitting to Ash didn’t make me weak. I was strong and powerful because I said what we did—and what we didn’t do. It was my consent—my permission—that allowed anything to happen at all. Ash would say that he owned my pleasure, but the truth was, I ownedhis.

“Yes sir,” came my willing reply.

“Open your mouth,” he said, working his impressive cock through his fist as he stepped closer. He traced the shape of my lips with his crown, coating me with his salty pre-cum.

I dropped my jaw open and waited to taste the rest ofhim.

“Your safeword.”

“Pumpkin,” I answered without hesitation, my eyes raised in longing.

He nodded approvingly and said, “Not one more word out of your mouth, unless I tell you to speak. The only thing you’re permitted to say is that. Do you understand?”

Honestly? I didn’t. I wanted to please him, but I also wanted to understand why he needed my silence. This was something new between us, and I didn’t know if I liked it. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t understand. You used to like it when I told you how you made me feel, what I wanted you to do to me. Has something changed?”

Ash sighed, and dropped his chin to his chest. He sucked in a lungful of air, and then his eyes found mine again. “No, nothing like that,” he answered, shaking his head. “The truth is, I want to do things to you that will require complete concentration, and I can’t think about anything when you speak. The sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever heard is the way your voice cracks when you are begging me to fuckyou.”

“Oh,” I breathed, both relieved and turned on by his answer. “I can be quietthen.”

“Are you sure? Because I can gagyou.”

I shook my head emphatically. I was still learning what it meant to be submissive to Ash—figuring out what I liked and what I didn’t—but I was confident being gagged didn’t turn me on. “No, I’ll behave.” I smiled up at him then. He might like me down on my knees all willing and compliant, but I was still me, and that meant no matter how demanding he got, he’d never break me of my sass. “Besides, if you gag me, how will I be able to take your delicious fucking cock down my throat?”

Ash shuddered, and the cock in question jumped. “See what I mean?” he laughed, dropping the tough guy act for a brief second. Then, his features hardened with resolve. “Enough talking. Open that smart fucking mouth and suck me, woman.” Ash fisted my hair and pulled my head forward, thrusting his dick into my mouth as far as it could go. My eyes watered at the rough intrusion but then my throat relaxed and swallowed around his thick length.

“Use your tongue.”

I obeyed, fluttering it along the underside of his crown as he pulled his hips back and then surged forward again, fucking my face with abandon.

“Fuck yes, just likethat.”

As ropey saliva leaked down my chin, I was powerless to do anything but sit there and let him defile me, but I loved the feel of his cock shoved so far down it could gag me if I letit.

And he knewit.

“Do you want my cum down that pretty little throat?” he growled as he worked in and out of my orifice.

I gave a tiny nod, and he drove into me. Again, and again, and again until my mouth was stretched so wide my jaw ached. With one hand tangled in my hair, Ash held me against him until I gagged and then, with a few more driving thrusts, shot his thick load down my throat, just like I’d asked him to. Reflexively, I swallowed every drop, and when I was done, I licked his cock clean, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.

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