Chapter 21

TWENTY-ONE

ASHLEY

O nly one more night until it was home time. One more night of freedom. Although I'd been sequestered in a stranger's cabin, being around Bobby left me with a clarity I'd needed.

If Jerry hadn't had some sort of massive U-turn style revelation by the time I got home, it was the end.

I dragged my nails along Bobby's back as he thrust into me, guilt distracting me with the return looming.

‘Pet,' he demanded, grasping my chin in one hand while thrusting deep inside me. ‘Stay with me.'

‘I don't know how to justify this to myself,' I panted, grinding myself against him. Even in my doubt, I craved his touch.

‘If Jerry had treated you like a wife instead of a maid, you'd never have landed in my arms. He pushed you.'

‘I should have left years ago.'

‘You can leave now.' Bobby dragged his lips along my jaw before biting my neck and extracting a groan from me.

‘I've got nothing. Not a career, not a house. No money.' I'd been such an idiot, I'd believed in my husband far too much.

‘You can come stay with me.' His thrusting slowed, but he stayed inside me. Keeping me pinned to the floor beneath him.

‘I barely even know you,' I whispered, the stillness of his cock driving me mad. I writhed against him, trying to gain more friction.

‘Ask me.' He licked and kissed at my flesh, making me need more.

‘What's your last name?'

‘Green.' His teeth grazed my jaw.

‘How old are you?'

‘Thirty-six.' I cried out as he withdrew from me, sliding down my body and biting into my nipple. The pain drove me into a new zone, mingling with the pent up desire he's fucked into me.

‘Tell me something about you…' My voice trailed off as he moved further south, his breath whispering over my wetness.

‘I love watching old westerns. I hate milkshakes. I really want to get some goats; they're hilarious.'

I giggled before winding my fingers into his hair. Every word he murmured made me squirm. It had been countless years since someone had gone down on me, and the memories of a tongue between my thighs were making me sweat.

‘Mostly, I want to taste this slutty little cunt.'

Dragging his tongue over me had me trembling against his face, my eyes closing at the exquisite sensation.

‘Oh my god,' I whispered, clenching my fingers amongst his tresses and trying to gain more friction. He pinned my hips to the rough floorboards and held me still, taunting me with slow, steady licks.

‘Now, now greedy girl. You take what I give you. Otherwise you'll be back in that cage for the night and I'll send you home without fucking you into tomorrow.'

My legs shook as he resumed the tantalisingly slow licks, torturing me with pleasure. When he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them upward, he put me right on the edge, balanced between madness and heaven.

My world became nothing but that moment, his tongue making everything else cease to exist. There was nothing but the smoky wood scent from the fire, the warm fingers pinning my hips and the exasperating feel of his tongue against my clit.

‘Please, can I come?' I begged, arching my back to press harder against his mouth.

‘Bark for me,' he said, grinning from between my thighs.

‘What?'

‘Bark. Like. A. Dog.'

Humiliation swamped me. I couldn't.

‘Why?' I asked.

‘Because you should want to please your owner. No matter what he asks. And because it will flood this pretty cunt to debase yourself for me. I want to taste your embarrassment, Ashley.'

My breath shook. I couldn't. Could I?

‘And if I don't?' I whimpered.

‘Then you won't get to come in my mouth, Pet. And I won't fuck you until you forget your own name.'

I wanted that.

I needed it.

Fuck .

Pushing my hands over my face, I did it. I let out a yelp, humiliation swallowing me up.

‘There's a good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?' Bobby fit his mouth over my pussy and laid a barrage of harsh, intense licks on me. His fingers drove into me, and fireworks flashed behind my eyelids.

Then he stilled.

‘No,' I groaned.

‘You know what to do. Pet.'

I barked again, being rewarded with a volley of licks that had me looking fucking possessed with the way my body jerked.

Each bark eroded my dignity a little further. But the more I debased myself, the more he rewarded me between my legs.

With my hands still covering my eyes, he tipped me over the edge, swallowing my orgasm and driving his tongue deep inside me as I practically crushed his face.

Tears welled beneath my fingers as he worked my pussy until I was nothing but a pile of broken flesh, spaced and blissed out.

When he flipped me onto my stomach, I barely registered it. Bobby stroked my back, his hands running over my thighs and ass.

‘Did he ever fuck you here?' He asked, his voice thick with lust. His fingers danced over my asshole.

‘No.' The room was fuzzy, and I was floating somewhere outside myself.

‘I'm going to take it.'

The thought of his monster cock inside my rear made my stomach flip.

‘Too big,' I said.

‘Never,' he said, moving to plant kisses along my spine before he stood. I was vaguely aware of him moving around the room, but couldn't pull myself away from the delightful fuzzy place my head was in.

Cold gel against my ass made me jolt, but Bobby whispered sweet words as he lubed me up, sliding his fingers in and out of me until I was trembling again.

‘Such a good girl. You'll take it all for me, won't you?'

‘Yes,' I moaned. ‘Everything.'

‘I'm going to send you home in the morning with an ass full of cum, so that when Jerry hugs you, you'll still be thinking of everything you've let me do to you. Of everything you've begged me to do to you. You've going to take a bit of me home with you.'

Pulling my hips upward, he pressed the head of his cock against my ass.

‘I will not be gentle, my pet. I want you to feel this for fucking days.'

I nodded, digging my nails into the floorboards as the tip of his dick breached me.

‘Ask for it,' he growled, his dick trembling against me as he fought to hold back.

‘Please take my ass.' Being held on the edge was infuriating. The idea of taking all of him just to please him had me ready. ‘Let me be your good girl.'

‘You'll always be my good girl,' he said, his voice deep and growly. With a sudden lurch, he planted himself fully inside me. The stretch stole my breath and forced tears from my eyes. My ass was impossibly full, and it made me want to squirm away. He held me firm. ‘You look fucking glorious impaled on my cock, Pet. Like it's exactly where you were made to be.'

He didn't give me time to adjust before he pulled out and slammed into me.

‘It's too much,' I whimpered.

‘It's not enough,' he countered, reaching around and pushing my hand between my legs. ‘Show me you'll take anything for me.'

My body quaked, the pain radiating from the stretch mingling with the circling of my fingers on my swollen clit.

‘This is mine. Forever. Your ass is mine. Do you understand?'

‘Yes,' I said, his words making my pussy clench. I loved how possessive he was. How badly he wanted to keep me. Never had anyone made me so sure they desired me. ‘All yours, Sir.'

Bobby gave a throaty moan that made me feral. Hearing his pleasure while he used my body for his needs was the hottest fucking thing.

‘I'm going to come,' he groaned, his thrusts increasingly demanding, each slam of his hips making me stutter.

‘For me,' I whimpered, my fingers working faster.

‘Yes, for you, Pet. It'll forever be only for you.'

We came together, hearts racing, bodies slick with sweat. Collapsing on the floor, he wrapped me in his arms. Sobs wracked me as emotion overflowed.

Bobby didn't brush my emotions aside, nor try to dissuade me from having them. Instead, he gave me reassurance, steady arms and sweet touches. Even while he remained inside me.

‘I'm going to miss you,' I said, letting myself lie there and seep in the aftermath. In the steady thrum of Bobby's heartbeat against my back. At the safety that cloaked me in his cabin, away from all the problems in my life. At the sounds of the forest and the crackling wood burner. At the smell of raw sex. All the things that reminded me of the fact I was alive.

Before I return to mediocrity.

Back to being nothing .

‘You don't have to miss me. I'll be here for you when you're ready,' Bobby said.

I didn't doubt that he meant it.