Page 27 of Ashes to Ashes

“Yes … please?” I asked uncertainly.

“Is it wrong that I want you to beg for it?” he asked, dragging his lips and hands from mybody.

I shuddered at the loss of contact. “I don’t even care anymore. I’ll beg. Whatever you want, just please … give it tome.”

After he’d made me beg in the Navigator, I vowed that would be the last time, but it seemed where this man was concerned I was willing to debase and humiliate myself if it meant he’d touch me the way I needed himto.

“Stand up,” he commanded and I rushed to do his bidding.

“Now take off your jeans.”

My fingers worked the button loose and then I dragged my zipper half way down as Ash watched me with hungryeyes.

When I hesitated, he growled, “Keep going.”

I shimmied the tight fabric past my hips and down my thighs until the denim pooled around my ankles.

“So fucking beautiful. Even better than I remembered,” he groaned as I stepped out ofthem.

When he continued to devour me with his eyes but didn’t lift a finger toward me, I begged him to touch me. “Please,” I begged, knowing how much he enjoyed it when Idid.

“Sit back down,” he instructed, and even though I was dying to have his hands on me, I obeyed.

“Good girl,” he praised, and I warmed at the approval in his voice. “Now spread your legs … mmm, very nice,” he commented appreciatively when I did. “A bit wider … yeah, just like that. Such a pretty littlecunt.”

But still he didn’t reach forme.

“Ash?” I asked in confusion.

He blinked and dragged his eyes from my pussy. “I want you to touch yourself.”

“But—”

“Touch yourself.” His tone brooked no argument.

Tentatively, my fingers skated over my flushedskin.

“Keep going,” he ordered when I hesitated near my belly.

“But I want you to touchme.”

“I will, I promise. But right now, you’re going to show me how you like to be touched. I’m going to watch while you fuck yourself.”

“You already know how I like to be touched.”

“Are you arguing withme?”

I shrieked when Ash twisted my nipple and, moving with the speed of a striking cobra, took the stinging tip into his mouth to ease the pain. Pulling his lips from the smarting bud, he raised his eyes to mine. “Don’t tell me you didn’t likethat.”

“I didn’t!” I argued which bought my other nipple the same harsh treatment. Except this time instead of being shocked at the pain, I surprised myself by melting into it, letting it wash over me until his lips turned the discomfort into a delicious, wicked sort of pleasure.

“How do you do that to me?” I whispered in amazement as I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him against me. He licked and laved at my tender flesh, heightening my arousal evenmore.

“I told you before, Rae, I know what you want. We want the same things. You just have to let me give it to you, let me take it fromyou.”

“I can’t,” I argued even as I wondered if he was right. If he knew things about me I didn’t even know myself.

“You can,” he encouraged, as his hand skimmed down my flesh to find my pussy, wet and ready for him. Aching for him. “I know how important control is for you, but I’m asking you to trust me. Where this is concerned—” one long finger slipped between my slick folds and stroked “—let me have it. Let me control your pleasure and I promise you’ll never regretit.”

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