Page 48 of Hero Worship

"Yes," Ash growled, his free hand wrapping around my throat. His mouth found my pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a deep mark. The sharp pleasure-pain made my cock jump, a bead of pre-cum already gathering at the tip. He pressed the flat of the blade against my inner thigh, making me gasp. "Look how hard you are for Daddy already. How much your pretty cock is leakingjust from being marked up." His teeth grazed the fresh bruise. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."

"Yours, Daddy," I breathed, arching into his touch. My leaking cock left wet streaks on my skin. Each new mark he left sent jolts of electricity straight to my groin, making me leak more. "Only yours. Please, need more..."

The knife clattered to the floor as Ash spun me around, claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss. His hands roamed over my body, touching every place the blade had marked, replacing the memory of cool steel with burning heat.

"Get on the bed," his voice was rough. "I need to taste you."

I obeyed, letting him arrange me against the silk sheets. The contrast of the expensive bedding against my skin reminded me of our cover, of the mission ahead, the clubs we'd have to work, the dangerous game we'd have to play with Roche. But right now, none of that mattered. Right now, there was only Daddy's worship, his possession, his complete acceptance of every contradictory piece of me.

"Fuck," Ash murmured against my skin, working his way up from my ankles. His lips and tongue traced each muscle, each scar. "You're so..." He trailed off, lost in the exploration.

I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot on my inner thigh, right next to where my knife holster had been. He sucked another mark there, making my cock twitch and leak against my stomach. The sight of his head between my legs, leaving his marks on my pale skin, was almost too much.

"Please, Daddy," I moaned, reaching for him.

"Hands above your head," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want you to remember who you belong to every time you walk into those clubs."

The reminder of our mission, of the dangerous game we'd be playing, made my chest tight. But Ash's mouth on my skingrounded me, each kiss and bite a promise of protection, of possession.

"That's it," he praised as I gripped the headboard. "Such a good baby for me." His tongue traced the cut of my hip, making my whole-body shudder. "Going to mark you up so pretty. Make sure everyone knows you're taken."

The words sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with physical sensation. The lingerie against my skin was a reminder of who I was choosing to be, not who anyone else demanded I become. Every scrap of lace, every soft curve created by careful tailoring, was an affirmation. In our line of work, we lived in the shadows, but I refused to hide this part of myself. Not anymore. Ash's acceptance, his fierce protection of who I was, made that choice easier every day.

"Yes," I gasped as he sucked a bruise into my hip, the sharp pleasure pulling me back into the moment. My cock was achingly hard now, pre-cum pooling on my stomach. "Mark me up, Daddy. Make me yours."

Ash growled against my skin, his hands spreading my thighs wider. "You’re already mine," he said, nipping at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "Just need to remind you."

I lost track of time as he worked his way up my body, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp bites that had me writhing. My cock throbbed with each new mark, leaving my stomach slick with pre-cum. The careful attention he paid to every inch of me was overwhelming, making my BPD brain quiet for once as I floated on the sensation of being completely owned, completely cherished.

When he finally reached my chest, I was trembling with need. His stubble scraped against my sensitive nipples as he marked up my collarbones, my shoulders, my neck. Each bite was followed by soothing licks and kisses, the contrast driving me wild.

"Look how much you’re leaking for me," he murmured, one hand trailing through the mess on my stomach. "So responsive, so perfect." His fingers wrapped around my length, giving me one torturously slow stroke. "Think you can come just from this? Just from me marking you up and telling you how beautiful you are?"

"Please," I begged, my hips bucking into his touch. "Need more, Daddy. Need you inside me."

Ash's fingers explored lower, slick with lube as he teased my entrance. His eyes were dark with hunger as he watched my reactions, like he was cataloging every gasp and shiver for future reference.

"Can I..." His voice was rough with desire and something that might have been nervousness. "I want to taste you. Never done this before, but..."

My cock twitched at his words. The thought of being his first, of teaching him this... "Please, Daddy..."

His first lick along my cock was hesitant, experimental, starting at the base and working his way to the tip. But the groan he let out against my skin was pure pleasure, like he'd surprised himself with how much he enjoyed it. His technique was clumsy, unpracticed—too much suction here, not enough there—but the enthusiasm more than made up for his inexperience. Just knowing that Ashley fucking Valentine, legendary profiler turned mercenary, was discovering his own desires through my body... it was intoxicating.

His slick fingers pressed inside me as he explored what made me gasp. "The sounds you make..." he pulled back just enough to speak, breath hot against my skin. "Fuck..." He dove back down, swallowing around me with more enthusiasm than skill, but god, if that wasn't even hotter.

A particularly well-aimed thrust of his fingers made me cry out. He hummed in satisfaction, the vibration sending shocksthrough my whole body. Three fingers now, stretching me wide as his mouth worked my cock with growing confidence.

"Daddy," I gasped, my thighs trembling. "I'm close, please..."

He pulled off just long enough to growl, "Go on, baby. Give me what’s mine." The words were rough with desire and wonder, like he couldn't quite believe how much he wanted this.

That did it. The combination of his fingers inside me and the knowledge that I was his first sent me over the edge. I came with a shout, spilling into his eager mouth. He choked slightly, clearly unprepared for the reality of swallowing, but he managed to take most of it, looking both surprised and deeply satisfied with himself.

When he finally pulled away, I was boneless against the sheets. But the hungry look in his eyes told me we were far from finished.

"So fucking beautiful," he growled, crawling up my body to claim my mouth in a filthy kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, making me whimper. "Need to be inside you right fucking now," Ash growled, his voice rough with desperation. His cock was rock hard against my thigh, leaving wet streaks on my skin. "Can't wait anymore. Need to feel you."

My spent cock twitched valiantly at the hunger in his voice. This wasn't my careful handler anymore. This was pure animal need.

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