Page 12 of Midnight Salvation

He pulled back and my fingers gripped the metal rail at the end of the bed. This time, I locked my knees in place when he thrust forward. He slowly dragged himself out of me and my hips moved back in anticipation for his next movement. Instead, his hand slapped against my right ass cheek.

“Ash?”

“It’s all about the sensation,” he coaxed. “Right now, all the nerves in your pelvis are starting to take notice because the blood is flowing there.”

He surged forward and his hand hit my left ass cheek. I bit my bottom lip to stop me crying out. He smoothed over it with his hand. Ash set a pattern of smacks and hard thrusts until I became accustomed to the rhythm. My body began to move with his, pushing back to accept his thick cock, my hips tilted up to receive his spanking. I knew it was tame compared to some of the scenarios I had witnessed online, but to me it was dark and erotic.

In my head, I visualised me standing here naked and bound, Ash behind me controlling my every reaction. My whimpers turned to moans and I let myself go because I was in safe hands.

He angled his hips up and I began to hum with pleasure. He really knew how to play my body like a fine instrument.

“Feel good?”

“Hmmm…” I arched my spine.

“Bondage isn’t about pain,” Ash said. “It’s about learning how to tune your body to pleasure. Right now, you are focused only on what is happening in your pelvis. The heels make you tighten your muscles to stabilise yourself, the eye covering deprives you of visual stimulus so you concentrate more on your other senses. You ass is on fire with the outline of my hands and every neuron there is screaming.”

Science had never sounded so good in my life.

“Ash…”

“What do you need, Angel?”

Every thrust sent me higher, every caress made me want to weep. Ash kept his rhythm steady no matter how much I tried to get to do those rapid thrusts that vigorously rubbed that special place inside me.

He kicked my feet to widen my legs and I almost screamed in victory. He hit that little nub inside with eerie precision. His hands gripped my hips and he hauled me back every time he lunged forward. I nearly passed out when he churned his cock inside me at his deepest point.

“Ash!”

“Stay with me, Angel.” He moved with rapid thrusts that made my eyes cross and my thighs quiver.

Everything collided together in the perfect storm that left me shaken and screaming. His hand covered my mouth in case anyone else in the house heard us since we were a secret.

Fuck them all. This orgasm deserved to be celebrated with a primal scream of pleasure. I would fucking destroy that fake fiancée if she tried to put a poorly manicured nail anywhere near what was mine.

We both slumped over the end of the bed in a mass of limbs.

If I died right now, I was already in Heaven.

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Chapter Five

Ash

I thought the Council had based themselves in a prestigious position in an ancient family home in London, but Lucas’ empire was at a completely different level. Rome housed many dark secrets, and this was another one deep in its heart.

An old church had been renovated inside into the headquarters for his organisation. Neither Jordan nor I had been allowed in through these hallowed doors, until I had been claimed as Lucas’ adopted son.

I followed Lucas, my eyes scanning everywhere to try and take everything in. Some of the paintings on the walls were apparently on the walls of museums, but I doubted Lucas hosted fakes on his walls. Ancient marble columns graced the main corridor, intricately carved. I stopped in front of a sculpture in a hallway beside a sweeping staircase.

“It’s a Michelangelo,” Lucas said with pride. “I had always wanted one. Nic acquired this one for me a few years ago.”

My eyes widened. “How the hell did he acquire it? You would need a crane and low-loader to transport it.”

Lucas waved his hand as if such considerations were beneath him. He used the same attitude when he left situations for the guys and me to handle. We were told what he wanted, how we achieved that was of no concern.

I doubted that twenty men could lift that huge piece of marble without breaking their backs. The craftsmanship was exceptional, and after viewingPietà in St. Peter’s Basilica, I would believe it had been created by the same person.

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