Page 80 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)
“Not too tight,” he orders. “Make sure you can move your hands.” I wriggle them to check, earning a satisfied grunt.
Holding his gaze, I sink down to my knees, my wrists now bound before me. Lowering my eyes, I break our stare, giving him the ultimate act of submission.
I'm panting, my heart racing, and my silk shorts damp at the crotch.
I love to submit to Ash, handing him complete control frees me in a way that nothing else does.
I'm unshackled from the pain that lives in my heart, from the thoughts of my past that try to plague my mind.
And he needs the control more than ever tonight.
His bare feet come into view of my lowered gaze, and even the top of them are tattooed in stunning tribal patterns.
“You will come to me exactly like this when I use our code word,” his low voice sends shivers down my spine. “I'll provide better restraints.”
“Yes, sir,” I say softly back, loving this game.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, Princess, look up at me, and open that pretty mouth of yours.”
I don’t bother to suppress a moan of desire, heat flooding through my entire body like a wave crashing against the shore.
I do as he orders, slowly raising my head, and taking in every gorgeous inch of his tattooed body.
My eyes alight on his now naked crotch, his hard dick standing proud from a nestle of black curls.
I can see the white of the bandage on his thigh in my peripheral vision, but I try not to think about that, just focusing on the here and now.
Licking my lips, I open my mouth as instructed and wait for his next command.
He brings his tip to my mouth, painting my lips with his precum, and my tongue darts out to lick the salty fluid.
“You're going to take me all the way in until you're choking on my cock and your eyes water.
Put that sharp tongue of yours to good use.
I'm going to fuck your mouth and fill you up with my hot cum,” his voice is low and raspy, filled with need, and his dirty talk makes a groan leave my lips as he starts to push his big dick into my mouth, pausing when he's hitting the back of my throat, and then pushing in some more.
He holds there, staring down at me as I struggle to breathe around him. My pussy drips with how much I'm enjoying this. I whimper around him as he starts to pull back out, and I can finally take a full gasping breath.
My bound hands start to make their way to my silk-clad core, and I'm not surprised to find I'm dripping wet, my shorts soaked. A groan of pleasure escapes me as I start to rub my clit through the fabric teasingly.
I swirl my tongue in the same motion as my fingers, a deep moan escaping his lips, as one of his hands comes up to tangle in my hair.
He uses it to hold on, yet unlike Jax and Loki, Ash is all about control of the mind, and he wants me to follow the letter of his command totally, so he doesn’t force my head down.
I start to take him back in, pausing when he reaches the back of my throat again, before coming back up. My tongue plays around, swirling and flicking in time with the fingers I'm trying to use on myself.
“Fuck, Lilly, yes, that's it,” Ash moans out, his hand gripping my hair tighter as I pick up my rhythm, bobbing my head up and down along his shaft, saliva dripping down my chin as I work his length.
I'm so close to coming myself, it's torture. A wicked idea pops into my mind, and I love the rebellious nature of it. Managing to push the silk aside, I coat my fingers in my own juices. Then, reaching up between his legs, my index finger circles his puckered hole.
“Lilly...” he growls out as I take him all the way into my mouth, and at the same time, gently start to push my finger into his hole. I hear him gasp in pleasure so I keep going, crooking my finger, massaging his perineum from the inside, whilst sucking his dick.
Within moments, his cock becomes as hard as steel in my mouth seconds before he climaxes with a roar, pouring his hot release down my throat. I greedily swallow his whole load, sucking every last drop from him.
Tugging on my hair, I release his dick with a pop and withdraw my finger, causing another gasp to leave his lips. He keeps pulling me up until I'm standing in front of him, both our chests heaving.
“Naughty, Princess,” he pants out, his grip angling my head so that he can press his lips against mine, in a searing hot kiss that merges our fucking souls together. And damn if the thought that he’s tasting himself doesn’t make me drip a little more.
He breaks away, and I can't help but sass him.
“But you liked it, didn't you?” I say with a cheeky grin, a brow raised cockily.
His steely eyes narrow, then he suddenly picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, in a move that reminds me of Jax, walking us over to the bed.
“Ash!” I screech as he throws me down onto the covers, and I land with a bounce, my wrists still bound with his belt.
Devil I Know by Allie X starts to play, making Ash smirk.
He walks to his bedside cabinet, opening the bottom drawer, and takes out several neatly tied bundles of thin black rope.
Getting onto the bed, he straddles my hips, his naked skin burning every part of me that it touches.
I can see that he is already semi hard— seriously, there must be something in the water here that gives guys the ability to become erect on command!
Unbuckling his belt from around my wrists, he carefully sets it aside, before grabbing one hand and stretching my arm out.
Taking one of the bundles, he unravels the rope and starts to wrap it around my wrist, face intent as he begins to tie a series of complicated knots.
I'm still able to move until he begins to tie the ends to one of the bedposts.
There's a beauty to his movements, and I can feel myself getting wetter with each pass of the rope until I'm vibrating with unadulterated need.
He does the same with the other wrist and then moves down the bed to do the same with both ankles, until I'm spread eagled for him and pinned down. I give an experimental tug, discovering that although the rope doesn't tighten, it does hold me in place completely, rendering me pretty much immobile.
He looks down at me from his position at the end of the bed, a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he takes me in, open before him. I'm still wearing my navy silk shorts and cami, the feel of the fabric against my overheated skin almost unbearable, and I shift squirming and trying to find relief.
I look down at him, my breathing shallow.
His inked beauty makes my breath catch every fucking time my eyes alight on him, my heart fluttering.
I watch as he gets fully hard again from just looking at me.
His eyes meet mine, and the look of desire and need in them, causes my heart to skip a beat inside my chest, my body flooding with excited anticipation.
“Now remember, Princess,” he begins in that deliciously sinful voice of his. “If your hands or feet start to tingle, or go numb, you tell me straight away. And your safe word is red. Tell me what your safe word is?”
“Red, but, Ash, please,” I beg, trying and failing to ease the ache between my thighs.
A sardonic smile lifts one corner of his lips as he continues to take me in, looking like he plans to leave me in this agony.
Looks like you can't take the bastard out of the boy after all.
Getting off the bed, he walks across the room to his desk, opens a drawer, and takes out a huge fucking knife that looks wicked sharp. My heart rate picks up at the sight of him walking back towards me with it, a thread of excitement laced with fear running through me.
Climbing up onto the bed, he settles himself between my spread legs.
“Probably should have stripped you before tying you up…” he mutters, but not like he cares much about the oversight, as he brings the knife to the lacy hem of my shorts.
“Ash, don't you fucking dare!” I warn him, as I realise what he's planning on doing. The fucker just smiles, lifting my shorts up with the blade.
“Don't move, Princess,” he orders as he starts to cut the silk from hem to waistband. I stay still, fuming as he finishes that side and starts on the other, cutting my shorts off my body.
“You boys owe me some new fucking PJs,” I grumble when he whips the pieces of silk from under me.
He then looks to my cami top.
“I'll buy you a thousand sets, Princess, but I'll just keep cutting them off,” he promises like the arsehole that he is.
He then cuts right up the middle of my top, in between my breasts. He finishes by slicing the straps so that I'm completely naked and tied up underneath him.
“Perfect,” he sighs, leaning over and jamming the knife into the wooden headboard, leaving it sticking out and bobbing with the force of his thrust.
I can't help it, I reach up and bite one of his nipples, hard. Any normal person might squeak, or shout. Not Ash. He moans in pleasure, rubbing his now fully erect cock along my lower stomach, and I can feel the wetness of precum smearing across my skin.
I release him and am satisfied to see indents of my teeth marking him.
“Naughty girl,” he whispers, rubbing his thumb along my lower lip as he looks down on me.
Then he crawls off the bed, walks across the room, opens the door, and walks out.
What the ever loving fuck?!