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  • Writer's pictureGina A. Jones

Saving Ash (book #2) Chapter-Eighteen




Sadly, I have to get him back to the lost, little boy he was when we retuned to the penthouse. That’s when I’m able to talk to him. Control him. I can’t even describe the look on his face, the sound of his voice. It’s like he left, and in his place is this…thing.


“Ash, stop. You’re scaring me,” I force out, but I don’t think he can even hear me. Even though he has me pressed into the wall. Will ‘red’ work when there is no contract?


“Red!”


Nothing. It’s like he has turned into someone else. Someone possessed. I must pull out all my power and take over this situation.


“Ash Sinclair, take your hands off me this instant,” I say with authority.


He stops and moves himself away. I watch as he morphs into someone else. He looks to the floor, his body softens. He looks…childlike. What is going on?


“Ash? Ash, look at me.”


Slowly, he lifts his head and looks at me. I don’t recognize him…again. He looks lost…confused…broken. It’s suddenly apparent what I must do. I must  take charge.


“Ash, where are you?”


He tilts his head to the side, his eyes are blinking rapidly.


“Ash, it’s okay. But I need to know what you see. Who are you with?”


“I’m in the bad room. She’s there,” he says, looking past me and focuses on the wall.


The bad room? She? Pippa? “Who is she, Ash?”


“Pippa. She’s taken me to the bad room where all the bad boys go”


“Why? Why is Pippa taking you there?”


“It’s because she knows.”


“She knows what?” It’s silent. He doesn’t speak and shakes his head. He’s fighting something.


“What is it, Ash? What is it you think she knows?”


“She knows…she knows I want her.”


What!? He wants her?


“Ash, stay with me. Tell her I said you can’t go.”


“She won’t believe me. She won’t believe you. She knows exactly what I want. That’s why she takes me there.”


God, please help me. I don’t want to ask but I feel it’s the only way to climb in his head and find out what happened to him. Though, I think I know.


“Ash, what does she do to you in the bad room?” Is this bad room the punishment room at his home in Providence? Is that where they lived?


“I shouldn’t tell you. She wouldn’t like that.”


“Why? I won’t tell. Your secret is safe with me.”


“That’s what she says. We have secrets, and if anyone finds out, it will be all my fault.”


“What? What would be your fault?”


He falls to his knees, his head faces the floor. He begins rocking himself back and forth. It’s all so bizarre. This strong, dominate man who holds so much power, now cowering on the floor. It’s sad to watch.


“No Ash, it’s not your fault. I would never think that. You can tell me.”


Slowly, his head starts to move up from the floor. I’m not sure who I will see behind his eyes, or what color he will be. What demon is taking over. But when he looks up, he still has the boyish look on his face. He looks like he wants to say something.


“Can I show you instead? It’s hard to talk about it. But I can show you.”


“You want to show me…how you feel?”


“Yes. Can I?”


Do I? Am I to play out his delusional fantasy in his head? That all depends on how he really feels. But I’m desperate to know.

“Yes, Ash. Take me there. Take me to this bad room and show me what you want.”


His eyes fill with hope and he slowly stands. His erection is still solid. That hasn’t changed. He walks toward me and reaches for my hand. I’m hesitant to take it, but I know it’s the only way. I must crawl inside with his demons…and play.


He takes me over to the bed and gestures for me to sit. “You must lie here and open your legs.”


I don’t move. I don’t want to pretend to be…Pippa. Is that who he thinks I am?


“Ash, who am I?”


He looks confused and blinks his eyes. “I don’t know who you are. But you seem nice, like you don’t want to hurt me.”


He is gone. What do I do now?


“Why do you want me on the bed…with my legs spread open?”


“So I can pleasure you.”


“You want to…pleasure me?”


“Yes. Please?”


Slowly, I move onto the bed and sit up against the headboard. “Like this?” I ask, opening my legs.


He smiles and stares at my center. It turns me on and I hate it. Hate that somehow, Pippa is in this room with us. Like she’s possessing him. Telling him what to do.


“Aren’t you going to scold me first? Tell me that I’m sick and perverted?”


“No. I won’t tell you that.”


“But why? It’s the only way I’m allowed to watch you.”


“Watch me do what?”


“Pleasure yourself. You need to tell me I’m bad. Tie me to the chair and then let me watch you.”


I close my legs, not sure I want to play this game. But how do I get him back? Maybe I can change the game? Teach him differently.


“Ash, that’s not how I play. Would you like to try something new? With me?”


“I don’t know if she would like that. She owns me. She gives me all my desires. She makes me feel good.”


Just listening to him say, her pisses me off. What the hell did she do to him?


The pictures.


He was blindfolded and tied to a chair, naked. He was hard, and she was teasing him. He was her submissive. He’s trapped between a Dom and a Sub.


“Ash,” I say softly and slowly open my legs. “I won’t tell her. We can have our own secrets.”


His eyes go to my center as I run my finger down it. I watch him swallow in his throat. He wants to touch himself, I can tell. His hands look frustrated. His cock is hard and almost touches his navel. His chest moves rapidly as he breathes.


“Ash, do you want to touch yourself?”


“I do. But she won’t let me.”


“She’s not here. I am. And she will never find out.”


“You promise?”


“I promise. I think it’s beautiful when you touch yourself. Do you think I look beautiful, touching myself?” My finger gently glides down my slit and I’m becoming wet. I like the way he’s watching me.


“Yes,” he says, breathlessly.


“Please, stroke your cock. It’s so beautiful.”


I watch his hands slowly come to his cock and he begins with slow strokes. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen.


“Let’s do this, Ash. Let’s make each other feel good.”


“Ahh, this feels so good. I think you are so beautiful,” he says in a soft voice.


I begin to circle my clit; and I feel the wetness run down my slit. I’m so turned on right now.


“Ash, what are thinking about when you stroke your beautiful cock?”


“Your pussy looks so wet and pink. I think how it would taste.”


His words just made my insides jump with pleasure, and I want him to taste me. I can get him to do anything with me in this state.


“I would like that,” I breathe out. “Come, taste me.”


He walks over and crawls upon the bed. I spread my legs wide, dying for his mouth on me. He gazes at my open center like it’s one of the seven wonders of the world. His tongue glides along his bottom lip. He looks up as if to ask permission.


“It’s all yours, Ash. Taste me.”


He moves down and puts his head between my legs. Ahh, he’s so talented, kissing up the apex of my thighs and comes to my aching center. He blows a warm puff of air on my clit and my abdomen jumps. He lays his tongue ever so lightly on my clit making me gasp.


“Ahh, Ash. It feels so good.”


He moves in and positions himself and suddenly, he’s all mouth, tongue, fingers, hitting all the right spots. Two fingers pump and curl inside me while his tongue licks at my clit. Then he sucks on it and swirls his fingers inside me.


“Ahh! Yes?”


My juices run down between my legs and down my crack. He pulls his fingers out and traces the pool of wetness and circles my puckered hole. I’m so turned on and want him to push it inside. It’s something I’ve never done. And now, it’s all I want.


“Yes, push it inside me,” I beg.


I moan with pleasure as his finger pushes past the rim. I come undone. Especially when his other hand takes over where his fingers were inside my pussy. Two fingers curl and pump inside me while his other finger pushes in and out of my ass. Then his mouth begins to suck on my clit, and I release like a fountain. His face is covered in my juices, and I’m screaming his name.


“Oh, Ash. You’re so good. Yes! I’m coming so hard.” My body contorts in pleasure as he gives me wave after wave of unsurmountable pleasure from the best orgasm I’ve ever had.


I pull up his face and see the wetness all over it. His eyes shine with happiness, and I want to please him.


“Ash, that was so wonderful. I want to please you. Please, let me suck your cock.”


He suddenly looks confused, like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “Would you like that?”


“I would. But it’s just that I never get to…”


“Shh. You’re playing with me. And all I want to do is taste you. Pleasure you. Make you come in my mouth.”


I pull him up, and we switch places. I lay between his legs and see he has already released himself. He came while pleasuring me? I look up at his face as he looks away in shame.


“I’m sorry. I tried not to…”


“Ash, it’s okay. I just can’t believe how talented you are.”


I begin to rub his still hard cock and clean him with my tongue. He taste like secrets and sin, and I want to swallow him hard. I take him in my mouth and stroke him slowly. He moans with pleasure and holds his hands against the headboard, like he’s afraid to touch me, or not allowed.


I pop his cock out of my mouth and look up at him. “You can touch me, Ash. I want you to.”


His hands slowly move from the headboard and lightly pets my head. I take him in my mouth again and suck. He begins to move his hips, his hands squeeze my hair. He moans and within seconds, he’s coming again in my mouth.


I swallow all that he gives me and lick around his shaft. His hands are lightly caressing my head.


He pulls me up on top of him and looks me in the eyes. I see flecks of gold and blue swirling together. I don’t know who he thinks he is , or who I am. But then his arms wrap around me, and he squeezes me tightly.


“Thank you, Cinder. Nothing has ever felt this amazing.”


I smile and close my eyes. I feel I have reached another part of Ash Sinclair.


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Saving Ash© 2024 Gina A. Jones rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.


This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.


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andreasmithauthor
08. Mai
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Wow!! Just .... WOW!!

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dashafehrenbacher
05. Mai
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Wow, wasn't expecting that. Hopefully, Cinder can help work through Ash's issues like this. But will Ash remember it because of the head space he was in?

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shannon Cheripka
03. Mai
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Maybe cinder found another way to help ash!

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Can’t beat em, join em. Lol

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