The Colors of Ash-Chapter Thirteen

There is no way I can concentrate. Tonight, I will be picked up and taken away for the weekend. And I still don’t know who A is. Adam or Ash? I only know the sound of his voice. Will he let me see him this time? I’m dying to see the face of the man who makes my wildest, sexual dreams come true. I’m wet just thinking about it.

Again, I haven’t heard a thing Mr. Rodrick has said. I better pay attention. What if he makes me stay after for detention, and I miss my ride to…wherever? Plus, I’m also scheduled at the salon of A’s choice to have my…body prepared to his liking.

I focus hard on his voice, that Ben Stein voice, and look up at the board. I’ve been in my own little world ever since receiving the package with the panties. What will we do all weekend? Sex? Is it like a long getaway date? When I asked Sasha, she said not to expect to be wined and dined, like a girlfriend. It’s very different. Each dom has different rules for his sub. I just wish I knew the rules.

The clock ticks, and I’m still not paying attention.

“Miss McIntire. Can you give me the answer to this question?”

Why did he have to call on me? “I’m sorry, could you repeat the question?”

“Miss McIntire, weekend plans do not start in my classroom. Until that clock strikes three, your mind is all mine.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll repeat the question. What name is given to the type of reproduction involving a single parent that results in offspring that are genetically identical to that parent?”

“Um…cloning?”

“Wrong. Asexual reproduction is the correct answer, Miss McIntire. I will not accept cloning if this question shows up on your exams.”

But isn’t it similar?

“Yes, sorry. Asexual reproduction.”

Now he’s giving me the stare. It’s so uncomfortable. I press my lips and try to look away. But I am to look at him. I can’t figure him out. It should creep me out. But something about him gives me tingles, too.

Then his lips curve up into a cynical smile meant only for me, I can tell. The tip of his tongue slowly runs across his top lip. Why is he doing this? It’s like he knows something about me.

“Okay, to the next question,” he finally says and turns back to the board. Hopefully, he’s off to torture another poor soul.

For the rest of the class, I stay focused and write everything down. I have only two weeks left before our first-semester test. And then, it’s off for Fall break. I can’t wait.

Finally, the bell rings and it’s nothing but the screech of chairs as the class rushes out the door. I’m the last one to the door, when Mr. Rodrick says, “Cinder, have a great weekend.” And then he throws me a wink. Does he know something? Can’t be.

Throwing my books into my locker, I pull out only what I need for my weekend homework. Will I be allowed to do my homework? I better ask Sasha.

Running to the exit, I’m then scolded by principal Finch. “Cinder, no running in the halls.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” I shouldn’t have any problem using the word sir. Seems like it’s part of my daily vocabulary.

Now walking the rest of the way, I exit through the doors and run down the sidewalk. I see a black SUV at the curb waiting to take me to the salon to transform me for my weekend with A.

* * *

The driver opens the door for me and walks me into a salon I’ve never seen before. And that’s probably because I’ve never been to this side of the city—the rich side.

The receptionist looks up and she must recognize the driver. “This must be Miss McIntire?” She smiles at me like I’m important. “Please follow me, Miss McIntire, a room has been prepared for you.” She looks to the driver. “She will be about an hour.”

An hour? Just to pull out some pubic hair?

“Yes, ma’am,” he says and walks back out to the SUV.

I follow the receptionist into a room that is dim with light Zen music playing. I also hear water running from a fountain. I look at the wall and see that water is falling on it. The entire wall is the fountain. It’s beautiful.

“Please remove your clothes and put on this robe,” she says. “Miss Cindy will be taking care of you. Would you like some water or herbal tea?”

“Herbal tea would be nice. Thank you.”

“Once you are changed, please lie back on the padded table. I’ll be right back with your tea,” she says and leaves the room.

I walk over and take off my clothes. Pulling on the fluffy robe, my thoughts go back to the play party. I’m beginning to love white, fluffy robes.

I’m now lying on the pink, padded table, which is more like a leather lounge when the receptionist brings in my tea.

“Here you go,” she says, setting it next to me on a table. “Is there anything else I can get you? Do you have any questions?”

Should I ask the name of the man who is paying for all of this? “Ah…yes, has this been taken care of…financially?”

She smiles. I hope she slips and says a name. “Yes, Miss McIntire. Your appointment has already been paid for. Anything else?”

Damn. “Ah, no. Thank you,” I say, and reach for the tea.

She leaves, and I enjoy a few moments sipping the tea, listening to the music and water before my pubic hairs get ripped out. I guess I better get used to it.

There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

“Hello, I’m Cindy. I’ll be caring for you. Is this your first time?”

First time here? Or, first time having you know what done?

“Yes, I’ve never…”

“Well, don’t worry. It will be over quickly, and then I’ll rub your body down with massage oil to relax you.”

A massage, too?

She’s wearing a white robe, like a doctor, and sits on a rolling stool. “Please remove your robe and open your legs for me. We keep it warm in here, so you shouldn’t be cold.”

Here it goes, I say to myself and stand to remove the robe. Once I’m naked, I lie back on the table and open my legs. I concentrate on the water and music as warm wax is smeared on me. After, she presses several pieces of cloth over my entire region…down there.

“I will make this quick. Just breathe through your nose and…”

Rip! Rip! Rip!

I’m holding my breath with each rip. So much for breathing at all. Please, get this over with!

“Okay, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Oh no, it was like a walk in the park. Are you kidding me? “Ah, no…not so bad,” I lie.

“Okay, now I’m just going to inspect with a light and tweeze any strays. Also, you may want to move onto your hands and knees, so I can get your anal region.”

“What?”

She looks down at a clipboard and seems to be reading. “Yes, it says right here, anal waxing.”

What the…

I take a deep breath and roll over. I’m doing my best to pretend this is all professional. Why would anyone want to do this for a living?

“Could you please spread your cheeks for me, this won’t be as bad as you think. Some clients feel it’s a turn-on. I have some clients, men who come in regularly just for this. Some get off when the service is performed.”

What? I do hope this table has been sanitized.

I’m now at her disposal, ass in the air and cheeks spread. I feel the warm wax smeared down my crack and anus. And…it’s kind of not bad. It does feel…good. She begins to move her finger around my hole and I start to get turned on. But she’s a woman. I’ve never considered myself a lesbian. I’m not. It’s just what’s being done. And she’s so very good at it that I moan.

“I see someone kind of likes this,” she says, cooing.

“Yeah, I can see how it can be a turn-on,” I whisper.

“Okay, here we go.”

I feel the strips of cloth pressed into my crack and then…rip! Wow, I think I almost came.

“Okay, that was it. Now for your massage,” she says, rolling her stool back and preparing to give me a massage.

Please, don’t let me get so turned on.

* * *

There was no blindfold in the envelope, so unless the driver brought one, I will be able to see where I’m going this time. As excited as I was, I’m now a nervous wreck. He said not to pack a bag, but I do need my purse and backpack for my homework. Will I get in trouble for that?

I wasn’t sure what to wear and decided to wear the black dress that he already sent before. Sasha even helped me with my hair and makeup.

“So, how do you feel?” Her face is all smiles.

“Excited and nervous. Is that normal?”

“Of course, that’s what makes this lifestyle such a grand life. Your pleasure is always a priority.”

“I know you say that, but it seems like it’s more of the…dom’s kicks. You know, getting pleasure out of doing what he wants to you. Is there ever a time you are scared?”

“Every time. That’s what heightens the sex.”

I must take her word for it. After all, I’ve never seen Sasha with any marks, or bruises. And I’m sure she would never put me in harm’s way.

“The note also said not to pack a bag. But I have homework to complete before Monday. Will…will I be punished for bringing my backpack?”

“No, you are under no contract at this time. Right now, he’s just testing the waters of your obedience. And, you have to admit, it’s turning you on,” she says with a wink and smile.

“Yes, it does turn me on. It’s strange, I’m the type of person who hates orders. But this…”

“Exactly. I’d say, you’re catching on quickly.”

I glance at the clock on my phone. It’s almost time. The butterflies are swarming in my stomach. I take one last look in the mirror and shake off my nervous energy. But it doesn’t help.

The doorbell rings, and my heart practically jumps out of my chest. “Let me get that. You just walk calmly out and keep looking pretty.” I follow her out of the room and stand facing the door. When she opens it, a man dressed in a black suit and dark sunglasses is standing there. It’s the same man who picked me up the last time.

“Hello, I’m here to take Miss McIntire to the airport. Is she ready?”

Airport? How far is he taking me?

“Yes, I’m ready,” I say, walking towards the door. He nods to Sasha and then takes me by the arm, escorting me down the stairs and to the black SUV waiting next to the curb. This is it.

I wonder if I’m allowed to ask him where we are going. But I’m too nervous to ask and not sure if he’s allowed to tell me. He gets into the driver’s seat and off we head into the traffic.

Within twenty minutes, he’s pulling into the long lane of the municipal airport. Private plane? My palms are beginning to feel sweaty and I try to relax, but it’s just too impossible.

The SUV stops beside a small private jet, and the driver gets out and comes around to help me out. So far, no blindfolds. Is my soon-to-be dom inside the jet? Please let him be. I can’t wait to see what the man behind the voice looks like.

The driver walks me up the steps and helps me inside. “Right this way, Miss McIntire.” I turn and begin to walk into the small cabin. A man looks up and straight into my soul. His eyes burn into mine. He’s the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on.

He stands and walks towards me. My knees feel weak. This is the man who touched me and swatted my behind. The man who wants to dominate me.

“Good evening, Miss McIntire. My name is Ash Sinclair. I will be taking you to my home in Providence.”

All I can do is look into his steely-colored eyes. His dark thick hair. His masculine jaw with lips I want to kiss, lick…eat. He’s dressed in a suit like he just walked off of Wall Street. And he smells like all things man. Powerful all things man.

“Hello,” I say like I’m out of breath.

“Do you have any questions before we take off?”

He seems so different. Not like before when he was giving me orders. “Ah, yes. You said not to pack a bag.”

“Correct, I did. But I see you have a bag.” It’s more of a question, then a reprimand.

“Yes, but it’s my homework. Will this be…okay?” My voice sounds childish.

“Your academic career is important. Of course, you may bring your homework.”

“Thank you, sir,” I say, and he eyes me strangely. Was I not to call him sir, yet?

“Come, take a seat next to me. Have you flown before?”

“No, never.”

“It’s a short flight, less than an hour. But we’ll be flying along the ocean. It should be a very scenic view.”

He extends his arm to a seat next to the window. I take the seat, and then he holds out his hands. “Let me put your backpack in the overhead compartment.”

“Thank you.”

Once the backpack is squared away, he takes the seat next to me. I’m not sure how to act. So, I just remain quiet and move my eyes to the side to look at him without moving my head. His hands are soft but strong-looking. His fingernails looked to be manicured. His watch looks expensive. I imagine those hands touching me, holding me, spanking me…

I want to ask if we will be having sex tonight. I’m over thinking it. Sasha says that he’ll know what’s best for me, that I won’t have to worry about such things. He’s in control. But when?

I feel him looking at me and casually look up. Yep, he’s looking down at me. There’s a wry smile on his lips. It’s sexy and scary at the same time. My heart is thumping out of my chest. I feel he can hear the heartbeat of his prey. He’s the wolf, and I’m the sacrificial lamb.

“Relax, once we get to my place in Providence, you can then go over the contract. For now, just enjoy the flight. It’s going to be beautiful…Cinder.”

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