Page 40 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)

If anything, Ash's scowl gets deeper at the move, and he sets his glass down, as if he, too, thinks it might break with the force of his grip. The song fades into Savages by Kerli, and as it plays, the words are clearly the straw that breaks Ash.

He storms over, grabbing one of my wrists, pulling me into him sharply. A surprised gasp escapes me, and I’m not sure if I’m in pain or even more turned on. Jax snarls, but Loki just chuckles, clearly finding this situation amusing.

I'm surrounded by a spicy ginger scent, and it dawns on me that it's Ash's shampoo I've been using this whole time. I wonder why he hasn't said anything?

“If you're quite finished fucking her in the middle of my living room,” Ash hisses, practically spitting.

“You need to go and mingle. Remember we need to remind these fuckers who's in charge. And I need a word, Princess. Alone.” With that, he's dragging me away, causing me to stumble in my heels as I try to keep up.

“Hey, fucktard!” I exclaim as he yanks me towards the floating wood stairs.

At the base, they are being guarded by two beefy guys in black who completely ignore the fact that I’m clearly being dragged up here against my will. Nice to see money can buy anything!

We reach the very top, bypassing a floor, which opens out onto another open plan space that seems to span the whole footprint of the house.

This one has a bed and desk in it, plus two doors to one side.

Opposite the stairs is a wall made entirely from glass, and I can see the moon bright in the sky, illuminating the forest surrounding us.

None of the lights are on, so the room is filled with the blue light of the moon and nothing else.

I can still hear the party going on downstairs, although it's faint.

“What the fuck was that for, you prick?” I ask as he lets me go, rubbing my wrist where he gripped it.

He's facing away from me, breathing hard, although I don't think it's from the climb. He’s as ripped as the others, bar Jax who is just ridiculous. I know that he works out and trains several times a week. Suddenly, he whirls around, the moon at his back casting his face in shadows.

“On your knees, Princess,” he orders, hands clenching at his sides.

“W–what?” I ask, my forehead creased, confused as all hell. This was not what I was expecting from him at all.

“I said. On. Your. Knees,” he grits out. “Don't make me tell you again.”

My core throbs at his demand, but my mind balks for a second. He was such a dick to me when I first came to Highgate, and is being an absolute cunt right now with his alpha commands. But there’s something about him...I can’t deny that he brings out the bratty submissive in me.

“Or what?” I question. He takes a menacing step towards me, and curious to see where this is going, I slowly sink to my knees, excitement flooding my system and making my centre pulse again.

“Good girl,” he praises, stalking over to me whilst undoing his belt. The clink it makes as he opens the buckle winds me up tighter with sweet anticipation for what will happen next.

“I will not let you, or anyone else for that matter, come between me and my brothers,” he begins in that disdainful voice of his.

I go to say something, but he puts his finger to my lips, shushing me. “I didn't say you could speak,” he growls. “So, the question is, Princess, can you handle all of us?”

He asks this rhetorically, like he's asking himself and not me at all. I remain silent, the control he exerts over me is absolute. The anticipation is getting me so excited, I think I may explode.

He takes his finger away from my lips, undoing the button, and then the zipper on his slacks, pushing them to the floor along with his black boxer briefs. Far be it for him to ever go without underwear like Jax and Loki .

I hum at his already hard cock, which he grabs in his hand and squeezes hard, like he's punishing himself for being so weak, and giving in to this attraction between us. His dick is surrounded by black ink that swirls and eddies in a beautiful pattern, covering every inch of skin.

“I guess we'll find out,” he muses, then snapping his hard steel gaze to mine, he presses his member to my lips. I feel the precum on the tip but don't lick it off yet, keeping my mouth shut until he orders me to open it. If he wants to play the dominant role, he’ll have to work for it.

“You will take my cock deep in that filthy, pretty mouth of yours until I come down your throat. You may use your hands. You are not to seek relief for yourself. Do you understand?” he commands, and I nod my consent and understanding, whimpering with the heady rush of need that fills me all of a sudden.

I want to please him, I want to feel him inside my mouth.

Opening up, I take his length in all the way until he hits the back of my tonsils, choking me on his hard length and making me gag slightly, my own hands clenching at my sides. My core floods with warmth, and I’m wet and aching all over again.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as he twists my hair tightly in his fist, using his grip to pull me back up, finally letting me take a breath.

I let him take control, keeping my hands beside me, letting him fuck my mouth slowly, yet never making me wait too long to breathe. I get the sudden urge to make him lose that tight control he always has. I want to see him raw and uncontrolled. I want to do that to him.

My hand comes up and starts massaging his balls, rolling, gripping, and releasing them, and a deep groan escapes his lips, his hips starting to jerk out of rhythm, bucking wildly.

“Fuck, Lilly,” he moans, his grip on my hair tightening.

I keep massaging, hollowing out my cheeks to create even more friction. He's so close to losing it, and my knickers are now even wetter, the ache between my legs so intense, it just makes me pump and suck him harder.

Spit drips down my chin as I work him into a frenzy.

I start to feel that telltale sign of his imminent climax when his dick grows rock solid, so I move my hands from his balls to the space just behind them and massage hard.

He thrusts his hips, and I gag again as he shouts my name, shooting hot cum down my throat.

I lap up every drop of his hot release, causing him to shudder and twitch, panting like he's just run a marathon.

I finally release him with an audible pop, sitting back on my heels, my hair running through his now relaxed grip. Looking up into his shadowed face, I can just make out that his eyes are closed, but the rest of his face looks completely at ease as he stands there breathing hard.

His eyelids lazily open, and I wish I could make out the expression in them, but it's just too dark. He reaches out and caresses my face tenderly with his fingertips. Not saying anything, he bends down to pull up his boxers and trousers, doing them up, then his belt. He once again looks down at me.

“Remember. You're not to relieve that ache between those pretty thighs until I or one of the boys says otherwise.”

And with that, he walks over to the stairs, leaving me kneeling and aching on his bedroom floor.