The Colors of Ash-Chapter Six

Ash

My eyes are staring into hers. I’m still in the shadows, but she knows someone is here. It was no accident, letting my feet step into the light. I wanted her attention. I wanted those eyes to be curious. I wanted to see her reaction when Sasha was being punished. And, I had a feeling Sasha would bring her.

Normally, I would be enticed, to watch a woman submit to her master. But the only thing enticing me right now, are those lips, that mouth slightly agape, breathing heavy as she stands at the door, searching into the darkness for me. I won’t let her see me, not yet. I need to learn her limits before I agree to make her my submissive.

She backs out into the hallway and closes the door. I wait a few seconds, before stepping out of the shadows.

“You were right, Ash, she’s definitely striking,” Master Victor remarks, pouring us both a bourbon.

“Yes. I’m still trying to talk myself out of it. She’s so young.”

“True,” he says, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “But perfectly fresh to train.”

“Sasha says she’s not a virgin. You know, I don’t do virgins,” I say, taking a sip of my bourbon.

“I know. And why is that?” Victor asks, one brow raised.

“Deflowering a virgin into a submissive can have lasting effects on someone. If they go on to live in a vanilla world it will only cause a life of unsatisfactory.”

“You’ve never been able to separate the two lifestyles, have you, Ash?”

“Have you?” It’s not a question. Victor has no plans of ever settling for vanilla—ever. Why should he expect me to?

“Touché,” he says and sips from the bourbon.

Whatever his reasons are, I’m sure they don’t compare to mine. I’ve never discussed my past with anyone. And, I’m almost certain, it’s what led me to the lifestyle. It’s the only life for me. My heart is not built that way. Not ever since...

“So, what are you going to do? You asked me to bring Sasha here tonight and punish her. Although we both know what your intent was.”

“I need your advice, Victor. Will I be doing this girl more damage, by offering her a way out of the system? In exchange for her submission?”

He walks over to the bar and sets down his glass. “Has a submissive ever left with less than she came with, Ash?”

“Never. All my submissives have been well cared for—before and after. Except…”

“Yes, Cammy. How’s she doing, by the way?”

“Financially, a lot better off than before. But mentally, I know she’s broken. I had to end the contract early. She was confusing us as a relationship—a couple.”

“Ash, do not blame yourself. She knew the rules. You’re a good dom.”

“But what if Cinder…”

“Ash, you’re already calling her by name. Better watch that.”

“Yes, thank you for bringing that to my attention.”

“You know, when a submissive hears her name from her dom’s lips, their view of the relationship changes,” Victor cautions me. He’s right, and already I’ve been calling out her name in my sexual fantasies.

“Again, you are right. It’s just that with her being so young, she might also be too impressionable. She might be too young to establish the difference. Is that even fair to her?”

“You’re right, Ash. A Dom must be very careful when establishing borders. But here’s something you might have overlooked. She’s young, barely out of her teens. She’ll want to discover so much more. I don’t know what young girl is ready to settle down.”

He has a point. Victor has always had a knack for looking at both sides. He might be right about this as well. She probably does just want to explore the lifestyle, and then move on with her life.

“But what about you, Ash? I’ve seen the way you look when you talk about her.”

Again, Victor can see right through me. It’s true. Cinder is most beautiful, with long, blond hair, and eyes the color of melted caramel. And tonight, I was able to get a look at her body, slender with perfect-sized breasts, not too big, not too small. As far as I could tell from the tight tank top she wore with no bra. The kind I’d love to suck on one and caress the other, as it fits perfectly in my hand. Pink, tight nipples to swirl my tongue around. Her ass was perfectly sculpted in those jeans…

“Ash? You’re already owning her in your mind.”

“You’re right, again.”

“So, is she someone you can walk away from, once your agreed contract is up?”

“That’s what a contract is for,” I say, but it doesn’t answer the question.

A low chuckle rumbles from Victor’s throat. He knows the answer. But I must believe that I can walk away. Of course, I can. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do dates, flowers, and cards. I fuck. That is what I do. Fuck.

I down the rest of the bourbon, and then grab up my jacket. “Thanks for the advice, Victor. I’m going to sleep on it,” I say, and then excuse myself from his penthouse.

“Get some rest, Ash,” he says, as I close the door.

Rest? I doubt there will be any rest for me tonight. Not with visions of Cinder dancing naked in my head.

The elevator doors open, and I walk to my Aston Martin, tap the fab to unlock it, and climb down in. Driving out of the parking garage, for some reason I turn left, instead of right to my penthouse. And I know the reason. Sasha’s studio apartment is ten blocks away. And…it’s dark. I could park on the street and see if I catch Cinder through the window.

Great! I’m a fucking stalker, now.

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