The Colors of Ash-Chapter Sixteen

Once the contract is signed, Ash stands and takes it over to the large, mahogany desk. He unlocks a drawer with a key he pulls out from his pocket, places it inside, and then locks it back up.

I guess this is it. I’m all his. His to do whatever he pleases. My heart is pounding so hard, I can hear the blood rushing through my ears. I’m not sure what I am to do now. So, I’ll just wait for instructions, or directions from the man looking at me like a panther ready to jump on its prey—victim. I need to relax. I’m sure he can smell my fear. The oil between my legs feels slick, as my nerves add to it.

“Are you ready to start?”

“Um…yes, sir.”

“Very good. You will call me sir from now on.”

“Yes, sir.”

He comes and sits back in the chair across from me. I’m waiting, hoping I know what to do. Is he going to ask me to do…something?”

“Cinder, did you rub the oil on your cunt, like I told you to?”

I swallow and then answer, “Yes, sir.”

“Pull up your dress, and show me.”

Wow, nothing like getting right to it. Slowly, my hands make their way down the sides of my dress, and I begin to pull up the material. I lift my bottom, bringing the dress up around my hips.

“Spread your legs, Cinder. I’m growing impatient with you.”

I spread my legs, showing him the glistening of my pussy. I watch his steely eyes, his lips. But most of all, I watch his breathing. His chest rises and falls a bit more rapidly.

“Lift your legs and spread your cunt with your fingers. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

Bringing my knees up, my hands move to my center. I pull apart my folds and slowly rub my clit. I’m much wetter now, and the oil only intensifies my need. I feel light headed, and I’m surprised I’m able to do this—in front of him. Is he going to fuck me? So far, he sits back and watches me with an intense look on his face. Am I turning him on?

“Are you enjoying that, Cinder? Do you like teasing that cunt of yours, showing me how wet you are?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s what I thought. You like showing men your tight cunt. You like your fingers sticky with your juices.”

Oh, yes. This is turning me on so much. How could this ever be something someone would not want?

“Taste yourself. Stick those naughty fingers in your mouth and taste how naughty you are.”

I do as he says, and taste the mixture of my arousal and coconut oil. Closing my eyes, I relish in the lustful desire I am feeling right now. A moan comes from somewhere down in my throat. I have never been this turned on.

“Plunge your fingers back into that cunt, and then smear them down around your tight asshole. Show me how bad you want to have that tight hole trained.”

I suck my fingers off and then push them into my pussy. I’m slowly pulling them out, and then trail a finger down to my puckered hole, and circle it around. He watches intently, and his breathing increases. Is this where it starts? Are we starting with anal sex? Will I have to use those safe words?

“Push your finger inside. Show me how tight it is. Show me how willing you are?”

My chest hitches when I push through the rim, slowly I begin to move it around. The pressure is still too much. I’m not sure how long it will take me to get used to it. And I’m sure his dick is much bigger than my finger.

“How does that feel, Cinder?”

“Tight, sir.”

“Yes, that tightness is for me. And trust me, it will feel a lot tighter when my cock is buried balls deep into your ass. I can’t wait to hear you gasp and scream, beg.”

“Yes, sir.”

“That cunt of yours is getting awfully wet. Why is that, Cinder?”

“You are turning me on, sir.”

“No, I don’t think that is the reason, Cinder. Tell me again, why that cunt is so wet. I can smell your musk all the way over here. You’re in such need.”

“Sir, I am. I like what you are doing.”

“Cinder, you still have not answered me correctly. Your pussy is about to explode. I can see it clamping down, looking for something to give it what it wants.”

“Yes, sir. I have never been this turned on.”

“Take your hand, and spank that cunt.”

I give it a few slaps, not sure if I’m doing it right. And apparently, I’m not. Because he barks out a command. “Stop. I will punish that cunt. I will punish that cunt for teasing me. That is why you are turned on, Cinder. You think there is power in that cunt of yours. You think you can control me. Think again.”

Punish? I’m already going to be punished?

“Pull your dress back down and follow me,” he orders. I scramble to get my dress down and quickly stand to follow him out of the room. Where is he taking me?

He walks with purposeful strides, his shoes echo on the marble floor. Down a long hall, he comes to a door, and again, pulls out a key from his pocket and unlocks it. The door creeks with an eerie sound. It’s dark and I can’t tell what’s inside. He flips a switch, but it doesn’t get much brighter. There’s a red glow coming from inside.

“Follow the stairs down, and when you get to the bottom, wait,” he orders, moving to the side for me to go first. My eyes widen as I look into his. I know he sees the fear in them. I lick my lips and slowly descend the carpeted steps. Everything is lit with a glow of red. It feels cool, and the smell of leather is heavy in the air. Once I get to the bottom, I hear the door up above close. He walks slowly down, watching me with each step. When he gets to the bottom, he hits another switch, it’s not bright, still the low glow of red. But that’s when I see it. The tools of torture. Whips, canes, chains hanging from beams up above. I see leather masks and metal handcuffs. It’s quite a scene, and I wonder if I’ll be able to handle it.

Red. Yellow. Green. That’s all I have to remember.

He walks past me, and I somehow know I am to stay put—for now. I watch him remove his suit coat and then unbutton his white dress shirt. He doesn’t take it off though. I see his chest hair glisten from what little light there is. He turns around, and suddenly, I don’t recognize him. It’s like he’s gone and someone, or something else took over his body. His eyes almost glow in the dark like an animal at night. His hands come to his hair; he rubs his head like he has a headache. His hair is now disheveled. With his head slightly down, he glares at me through his brow. He looks truly possessed. Do I really want this? I liked what we were doing upstairs. What is this all about?

Punishment. I’m going to be punished for…teasing him? But I was only doing what he asked. This is so messed up. Red. Red. Red.

“Take off your clothes, and go lay on that bench,” he says with a low voice I don’t recognize and points over to something that looks like a pommel horse for gymnastics. Except there are leather straps attached to it. Red. Red. Red.

He watches me as I remove my clothes. I’m still standing when he shouts, “Now, on the bench.” I watch behind me as I make my way over. I stop when I’m there. “Lay on your back and spread your legs.”

I climb on and open my legs. I glance over at him. He’s still standing there, watching me. Maybe he’s only testing me. Just then, he walks over and takes my hand. Oh no. He’s securing it in the straps and then repeats with my other. Both hands are strapped above my head. He steps back and studies me like I’m a project. Red. Red. Red.

“Do you know what I’m going to do?”

“No, sir.” There is so much fear in my voice, and it seems to turn him on.

“I’m going to punish that teasing cunt of yours with ten slaps with my hand. It’s going to make you want to come. But I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. And then, when that cunt is so angry with need, you’re going to suck my cock until I come down your throat.”

He can see the wheels turning in my head. Okay, ten slaps. But how hard? I’ve had some experience in the oral sex department. How much is he expecting?

“Cinder, your mind is also mine. I don’t like you running thoughts through your head when you are to be present with me in mind, body, and spirit.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry. I have little experience in…giving a blowjob. Only once.”

His lips curve up into a sardonic smile. It’s something I probably shouldn’t have told him. Because it looks like it’s going to be a lot worse.

“You should have noted this. But it’s too late now. Spread your legs,” he yells out before I can counter. My legs open and down comes the first slap.

“Ahh,” I rush out. It stings, but then my pussy betrays me by wanting something to please it at the same time.

Slap comes the second. My hips buck up, wanting his hand to stay there just a bit longer. Slap comes the third with more force and this time, his hand pushes against my clit, enough to almost make me come. He pulls it away, and I wait for the next. Except he laughs, mocking me.

“I told you, Cinder. This is your punishment…and my pleasure. You will not be coming.” Down comes his hand again, and again the force is stronger, and my need is about to kill me. It’s total torture. How can this be? He is slapping me hard, it hurts. But with my orgasm right on the cusp, it’s downright cruel. By the time he gets to ten, there are tears in my eyes.

He wastes no time unstrapping my hands. “On your knees.” I rush to my knees and watch him pull out his cock. Oh my, it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. “Open your mouth and serve me. When I come down your throat, your punishment will be over. So, depending on how well you do, will determine how long I last.

My mouth opens and he shoves it in with force. I gag, and he holds my head. “Relax your throat. Take it deep,” he growls out. My hands come to the rescue like they know this better than me, and I stroke him as I suck. But he still shoves it far down my throat. With each gag, he seems to enjoy it more.

“Don’t you ever tease me like that. Take…every…inch…of…my…cock,” he says with each thrust. Saliva runs down my chin, and I force myself to suck and take it. He’s thrusting faster, so I hope he is close. Just to make sure, I open my throat, allowing him to go deep. Within seconds, he shudders, and I feel the hot spurts coating my throat. “Yes, that’s it. Milk me. Take it all.” He strangles to get his words out.

When he has milked himself completely, he slumps over me and holds my head against his crotch. “Your punishment is over. You have pleased me, Cinder.”

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