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She slides down my body slowly, distraction taking hold. I flip on the lamp at her bedside, illuminating the room in a soft glow. She crawls onto her white bedspread, resting against the mountain of pillows.

“So, this is Ashton Crawford.” I smirk, drinking in every detail of our surroundings.

“Give or take.” She confirms.

I roam around as she watches me with weary eyes.

There’s her neat and tidy desk underneath the window to the left of her bed, her closet on the other side, but it’s the dresser directly across from her postered wall that captures my attention.

A collage of tiny pictures line her mirror, leaving hardly any glass showing.

One by one, I study them, most of which are of her and Sam.

Then there are her parents, the images of them strike an unwelcome feeling of loss.

Growing up I never once thought of Ash’s parents, but after losing everyone around me, I suddenly resented their absence in my life.

Finally, my eyes drop to the last picture in the bottom right-hand corner. A face that’s all too familiar, yet utterly strange stares back at me. Oliver. I wonder if he’s as foreign to Ash as he is to me now.

Desperate to shake the feelings that are starting to pull me into darkness, I quickly advert my attention to something else.

“Should I check the closet next, or under the bed?” I joke, turning to Ash.

Her eyes widen, “Neither.”

“Why not? What am I going to find?” I smile mischievously .

She crawls to the edge of the mattress, trying to catch me before I drop down to my knees, but she’s too late. I peak under the skirt of bed finding a shoe box and pull it out.

“What secrets lie in here, Eris?” I taunt.

“Nothing!” She tries to pull the box from my hands.

“Don’t make me tie you up.”

She doesn’t let go, her eyes pleading. “Don’t open it.”

“If your hands aren’t off this box by the count of three, I’m tying you to your headboard and you’re going to watch me open it.” I warn.

A flash of excitement passes over her blue irises. I count down slowly, already knowing that she isn’t going to give in.

I let go, but only for a moment because in the next I’m digging through her closet for something resembling a rope.

I yank the belt from a silver silk robe, Ash’s eyes clouding with fear when I show it to her.

She pushes to her knees, ready to bolt out of her room with the box in hand, but I’m scooping her up within seconds.

I throw her against the mattress, straddling her so she can’t escape, ripping her secrets from her hands.

“No! Khaos, please, don’t!” She shouts, writhing under me, trying to slip free.

“I warned you.” I grip both her wrists in one hand and wrap the belt around them, tying her to the headboard, her arms restrained above her head. “Now be a good girl and sit still.”

I remain on top of her, pinning her down to keep her from kicking me off this bed. Teasingly, I drag the box over, placing it on top of her stomach. She stabs me with a furious gaze, never once looking down at the object in question.

“What am I going to find in here?” I give her the chance to tell me before I open it up.

"Don’t you dare...” She growls, bucking her hips .

Her attempt at throwing me off of her is weak considering I’m nearly twice her size, but it humors me, nonetheless.

“A threat?” I smirk. “Must mean I’ve hit the jackpot.”

“Khaos, no!” She barks as I remove the lid, my eyes never wavering from the look on her face.

Pure humiliation paints her skin in bright red hues as I look down and find a pink Rabbit vibrator, large with ridges and multiple speed settings. My eyebrows quirk up in surprise before picking up the instrument to make sure she sees exactly what I’m seeing.

“What do we have here?”

“Oh my God.” She groans. “I’m going to kill Sam.”

“Sam?”

“She gave it to me as a joke for my birthday last year. She was unnecessarily concerned with my sex life.”

"Never thought I would say this, but I think I’m starting to like Sam.” I laugh. “Ever use it?”

She shakes her head no, reminding me of the prude she was before me.

“Good, then this can be another first.”

Ash’s eyes widen, the idea of toying with her outside the realm of her imagination, but I’m a creative guy. I always have been, and it would take several lifetimes to cycle through all the ways I want to make her come.

Within seconds, I’m wrangling her leggings and panties off of her and tossing them to the floor.

Her tight white T-shirt is unfortunately stuck with her hands tied together, so I settle for bunching it above her breasts, baring her sheer white bra.

Her nipples peak through, hardening as I suck each one over the thin fabric.

I kneel between her thighs, my lips trailing to her face.

“Open up.” I demand, rubbing the pink tip against her tightly shut mouth .

Defiance darkens her eyes, blue like the night sky, silently threatening me.

I take it as a challenge, like I do every time she’s disobedient.

Her insolence is like a raging fire, searing my blood and forcing it all to one place inside of my body.

The pressure builds and builds until it’s desperate for release, begging me to fuck her into submission.

To get her to understand that I own her just as much as she does me.

With an unrelenting grip, my fingers pinch the sides of her cheeks, tightening when she fights me.

Her head shoves back into the mountain of pillows behind her, trying to put distance between her mouth and the toy.

To get a better angle, I climb on top of her again, straddling her naked waist. Her face contorts in pain when I refuse to let up, her lips popping open in a squished O.

I take that opportunity to force the tip of the pink Rabbit into her mouth, sliding it down into her throat to wet it.

“That’s it, take it like my dick.”

She gags, choking on it before I pull it out and give her a little pat to the side of her face.

I adjust my position, forcing her knees apart and settling in between, her pussy glistening before me.

Ash squirms when the sound of vibration fills the room, the Rabbit coming to life.

Gently, I slide the tip along her clit, only letting it touch her for a split second.

She jolts at the shock, kicking her heart rate into full gear.

Then I drag it through her slit, letting the toy part the lips of her cunt, her chest heaving in anticipation.

I watch as I push the tip past her entrance, her body swallowing it inside of her.

A small huff leaves her causing my dick to twitch inside my jeans.

I push the Rabbit all the way in until the tip of the clit stimulator is right where it should be.

I hold it there for a moment, letting the vibrations seep deeply into Ash’s nerves.

Her breasts rise and fall rapidly as her breathing increases, her groans growing louder .

My dick rests painfully hard inside my pants, begging to be freed, but I’m not finished with her yet.

I drag the toy out, then push it back into her slowly at first, then picking up speed.

When her hips are lifting off the bed, I rip it from her, her pussy pulsating before me, just begging for the real thing.

Instead, I flip her over, the belt soft enough for the movement, and bring her to her knees.

I pull her hips toward me, her beautiful round ass on display.

Unable to stop myself, I bite the creamy, smooth skin, forcing a yelp out of her before plunging the toy back in.

I hold it there, letting the Rabbit work its magic while I knead her ass cheeks, her tight little hole taunting me.

I bring my tongue down on her, rimming the muscle that’s begging for my mouth. She gasps, her body twitching in surprise. I massage it for a minute, leaving behind an excessive amount of spit before teasing it with my thumb. Ash groans loudly into the pillows, completely at my mercy.

“Khaos.” She warns, her voice cracking with fear.

Ripping the toy from her cunt, I leave her empty, grinding the air.

“What are you doing?” She growls, drunk with an impending orgasm.

“Giving you another first, but it seems like you don’t want it.” I tsk, knowing she’s too far gone to snap out of this lustful haze.

“I-I do. I want it.” She huffs, wriggling her ass.

I yank her head up just enough for her to look at me over her shoulder.

“You don’t get one without the other.”

Her mouth pops open in frustration, her eyes narrowing.

“Would you rather bake cookies?” I taunt her.

She shakes her head like I knew she would.

“Then trust me and let me take care of you.”

Releasing her hair, I shove her head back down into the pillows.

Her little hole still glistens with my spit, I admire it for just another second before I cover it with my thumb, pushing slowly past the resisting ring of muscle.

Ash whines, the pressure too much for the first time being stretched.

With my other hand, I pump the vibrator as fast as I can before I glide my thumb in and out of her.

Her cries are loud even though they’re muffled by the pillows.

When she’s gyrating her hips and her come is dripping down her thighs, I kill the toy.

“That’s it. Nice and ready for me.”

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I drop the vibrator to the floor and shove my jeans down my thighs. With one brutal thrust, I push past her entrance, my dick swallowed whole by her slick cunt. Aching and desperate for relief, my fingers dig into her hips as I pump viciously inside of her.

“Yes, Khaos!”

My name spouts from her mouth like a song of worship.

It strokes the beast that lingers just underneath my skin, itching to consume her.

Losing control, I untie her from the headboard, keeping her wrists bound and yank her up.

Her back slams into my chest and with one hand pressing firmly against her belly and the other groping her breast, I fuck up into her.

The only sound in the room a mixture of her cries and the skin of our wet bodies slapping against each other.

I bring my mouth down on her right shoulder, biting, sucking, licking. She rolls her head to the left, resting it against my chest, giving me access.

“Touch yourself.” I whisper in her ear, biting her earlobe.

She doesn’t think twice, just reaches between her thighs and finds her clit.

“Oh God!” She sobs, her body desperate to give up.

“Come with me, Eris.” I demand and this time she obeys.

I spill myself into her wet, warm pussy.

She’s the only one who has and will ever have me like this.

My way of giving her a first-and-only, even if she doesn’t know it.

Her body spasms, the walls of her cunt squeezing me, milking me dry.

I let her go and her body falls forward onto the pillows.

I pull out of her, watching my come drip down the inside of her thigh before using my shirt to clean her up.

She leans back on the bed as I pull my jeans up over my hips. Leaving them unbuttoned, I lay down next to her, resting on my elbow. With a slow tantalizing touch, I caress the skin on her stomach, watching it move beneath my fingers as she breathes.

“If I had known that’s what that felt like, I would’ve done it a lot sooner.”

“What? Ass play?” I goad.

“Oh my God!” She slaps my chest. “I meant the toy!”

“Sure...” I smirk, teasingly.

Before she has a chance to argue, I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat and crush her lips with mine.

I never want this moment to end. These desires for normalcy with Ash are dangerous.

Despite sharing the worst parts of me, there’s still one important piece lingering in the dark.

It lurks in the recess of my brain, hindering my thoughts from fully envisioning a future with her, even though my appetite to make Ash mine in every single way has become ravenous.