CHAPTER FIFTEEN

One second Bash has me pinned against the cold, hard expanse of windows.

And the next, I'm in his lap—ass up, face down.

"Bash!" I shout in faux outrage.

"Oh-ho, now it's ‘Bash'. Little brat. You knew what you were doing, calling me ‘Mr. Ettin'."

Guilty as charged.

And now it's time for my punishment. My thighs tremble when Bash smooths a hand over me.

Without warning, a sharp smack glances off both my cheeks, and I stare at his shiny shoes in confusion.

I can feel both his hands still on me, so how in the world did he—

"A Boggart never reveals his secrets," Bash whispers in my ear, reading my mind.

The groan that escapes my lips is part exasperation, part desire because he spanks me again.

And again.

All while keeping both hands on my body, his fingers firmly anchored in my flesh.

"Please tell me!" I shout, grinding my clit against the hard strip of his upper thigh.

"Such a curious little thing you are, but tell me—what will you give me if I share my secrets?"

"What do you want?"

His chuckle is darker than a moonless night. "Everything, but I'll settle for your ass."

"You already have it," I point out as he delivers another slap.

My bottom jiggles at the contact, and Bash growls.

"Fuck, your ass is perfect, Wyn. And I don't mean like this—can I fuck you here."

He presses a large finger against my hole, and my balls clench where I have them tucked.

No one's ever done that to me, but I have with my collection of toys.

And the thought of Bash fucking his way into my body with his large, blue cock has me throbbing.

"Yes, you can fuck my ass."

Bash stiffens at my announcement, which wrings another groan from the man.

"Deoring, you undo me." That makes two of us. "I'm using my shadows on you."

My brow furrows as I try to sit up. Bash simply pushes me back down.

"What do you mean shadows?"

"I can transform into a Shadow, as you know. I don't completely, but I can still extend myself into that form where I corporealize my shadow extensions so that they are no different than my very own arms."

"Do you feel it?"

"Yes. Spanking you with my shadows is no different than if I had used my hand."

"And you can make a shadow appendage anywhere?"

Something smoky but still tangible cups my chin to turn my head until I'm staring up at Bash.

His gaze is bright and heated, and his smile is all sharp teeth and deadly intent.

Deadly intent on bringing me pleasure.

"Anywhere," he snarls, and my clit pulses.

"Prove it."

Bash laughs, the husky sound wrapping around me.

"You're not in charge right now, deoring. I know you like to be since you're such a smart, capable woman, but you don't need to keep up those walls when we're alone. I know how much you get off to me dominating you."

I suck in a breath because he's right. As much as I takeover and lead in my day-to-day life, it's exhausting.

More of a necessity than a choice.

Being able to release this burden and fully succumb titillates as well as terrifies me.

To do so, I'll have to submit to Bash completely.

And while I trust him, being so openly vulnerable isn't my strong point.

My past has shown me that if I fall, no one is going to catch me.

But maybe—just maybe—Bash will be my safety net.

"I was thinking…will you show me how to muff. I want to pleasure you like you do."

"Are you done spanking me?" I demand with an arch of my brow.

My answer is another smack over the ass, the hardest of them all, and I realize it's because Bash used his tail, not his shadows.

"Does it look like I'm done? Now, show me."

He maneuvers me until my back is pressed against his chest.

The tight skirt of my dress makes it difficult to spread my legs properly, and Bash tears the material with a single claw.

"Bash!"

"I will buy you a replacement."

"It's not that. What am I going to wear home?"

"Something of mine—I want you covered in my scent from head to toe."

Yes, sir.

Without a shred of remorse, Bash cuts another slit on the other side until my legs are free.

He drapes them over his thighs until I'm spread wide and exposed.

My silky underwear bulges where my clit aches to be touched.

"Show me," Bash whispers in my ear.

I shove my panties to the side, displaying the smooth skin of where I meticulously shaved.

Taking his big hand, I curve it under mine, showing him how to navigate my body.

It takes Bash a few tries but he eventually sinks a finger deep into my pussy, and I whimper at the exquisite pressure filling me.

"Oh god, just like that!"

"Touch your clit like a good girl while I fingerfuck this pussy."

His words are like a match thrown upon the gasoline-soaked coals of my desire.

I do as he directs because right, I wantto be his good girl—crave it, in fact.

Licking my hand, I reach down to stroke the sensitive tip of my clit, but Bash stays my hand.

"Allow me."

He pauses from muffing my hole to reach between our bodies behind my back.

I'm not sure what he's doing until he shows me his left hand, glistening in the dim light of the room.

"What's that?"

"Boggarts make their own lubrication. Be careful, though. Like our cum, it has a charge, but not as strong."

Intrigued, I scoop his lube onto my hand. I realize it's blue-tinted, the texture like a gel.

My fingers tingle underneath, and my clit pulses when I think about touching myself with it.

Bash resumes circling a finger inside of me, massaging the soft walls of my pussy, and I groan.

Unable to wait any longer, I rub both hands together to coat them in Bash's fluids and then I stroke along the sensitive length of my clit.

The delicate flesh prickles at the contact, and I shudder against my monster's lithe frame.

His lube feels so good, cooling against the rising temperature threatening to engulf me.

We both moan in unison, and I know he's tasting my desire.

Just the thought of it makes me even hotter, and I rub my clit faster.

Bash continues to talk, whispering filthy encouragements in my ear until I'm a trembling mess of need.

For a second time, I'm going to orgasm in record speed.

"Uh, uh, I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck yes, come all over your pussy. Coat my hand in your juices so I can lick it all up."

My balls tighten, pulling up inside of me even further than where I have them tucked and Bash presses against one.

And then I detonate.

Fireworks explode behind my eyelids, and I let out a hoarse cry.

I do as Bash requested, aiming my spend over where he continues to muff me.

It's thin and watery, but Bash's hips jerk at the first contact, his already hard cock swelling underneath my ass.

"That's it, just like that, Wyn. Come for me. Every night I go to sleep, this is what I dream of—your passion, your pleasure. And it's all for me."

I reach up with my right hand to cup one of my breasts, and Bash follows suit.

It doesn't matter that it's the hand with the lube. The dress is ruined anyway.

Besides, I want Bash to make me filthy. Goodness only knows how dirty I want to be for him.

When my body stops trembling, Bash gently pulls his finger from pussy, raising his hand to his mouth.

He licks off my cum, moaning at the taste, and I squirm in his lap.

After he's finished, he pulls me close, cuddling us together despite his throbbing cock.

"Um, are we going to take care of…"

I don't finish but wiggle my ass instead. Bash laughs, hugging me tighter.

"If you're asking if I'm still going to fuck your ass, then yes. But I want to hold you first. I didn't get to the last time."

"Usually cuddling happens after everyone has come."

"That sounds like a made-up rule people have been adhering to."

"Whelp, when you put it like that…it is."

We both chuckle, the light sound doing nothing to dispel the sexual tension in the air.

"So, ah, just so you know, I probably won't come again."

Bash tucks his head into the crook of my neck. "No?"

"No—is that a problem?"

"Absolutely not, but deoring, do you want to come again?"

I turn to look at him. "If I could, yes. Trust me, I'm not passing on the orgasms."

"And what if I told you that I have something that could make you come again—that I know is safe for you?"

My brain tries to work out what he's saying but comes up with nothing.

"How, exactly, are you going to make me come again?"

"Do you trust me?"

I nod, and something navy and muscled lashes out, wrapping around my soft clit.

"Two words, deoring: mating venom."

And then the tip of his tail pierces me.