He reached out and pulled at one of the straps of her top until it dropped off her shoulder. He hooked a finger under the leather collar she wore and tugged on it, devious smirk in place. She knew where this was going. It wasn’t just sex; it was sex as they had always enjoyed it. It was like everything had fallen right back into place, just like it had been years ago.

 

 She knew it wasn’t smart to give in, but she couldn’t help it. If only hearing his voice had such a strong effect on her, she couldn’t resist the feel of his lips against hers. Knowing what waited as this progressed, she simply didn’t have the will power to push him away and put a stop to it. It had been years since she last felt him. It had been far too long and now that she had given in this much she figured she might as well go all the way. She could deal with the fall out later.

 

Eagerly, he tugged down on the top of her shirt until he exposed one of her breasts, hard nipple on full display. She inhaled sharply the moment she felt the tight pinch of her nipple rolling between his thumb and index fingers. It was tight and it hurt, but she didn’t mind it one bit.

 

The more he touched her and jolts of pleasurable pain shot through her body, the quieter the screaming in her mind saying this was a terrible idea got. She had reached a point where she didn’t care nor could she care. Every one of her senses was invaded by him, just like she knew it would happen. Still she had called him. Still she had invited him over.

 

He pulled his hand back just enough to give her exposed breast a couple smacks before looking at her. His eyes were stern, but his devious little smirk had a certain playfulness to it. Instantly, she remembered seeing that facial expression on him multiple times in the past. It was as if she had stepped into a time machine or something. Everything about his expression was severe and serious. It turned her on.

 

Suddenly, he slammed her back against the door. She cried out from the sudden pain going through her body, but he quickly placed his mouth over hers, stifling the noise. Her eyes widened when she realized there was a chance Ben or Luke could have heard her. Then she remembered Kyle could be coming back home any minute– a thought that was promptly wiped away when she fell right into the fervent kiss Ash laid on her.

 

His hands were roaming up and down her sides like they always had. It didn’t feel foreign. It felt as great as she remembered it. He slipped a hand under the hem of her top and curled it around her hip until she felt a tight squeeze on her ass cheek. He squeezed it again so hard she squealed into his mouth. Then he grabbed both of her hips firmly and pulled them toward him so she could feel his hard bulge rub against her. She broke the kiss with a panty moan. 

 

As soon as the moan escaped her lips, Ash pressed his index finger against her lips.

 

“Shhh,” he warned her.

 

His gaze was directed at the door across the hall and she knew he was thinking of Ben and Luke, or perhaps any random passerby. She stood there against the wall with one of her breasts exposed, panting heavily. Ash snapped his fingers and jerked his head in the direction of the bedroom. He didn’t need to say anything. He turned on his heel and led the way, Shannon trailing behind him like a well-trained puppy.

 

She really felt like one. She felt like a puppy that had been lost and was glad to be around the owner again, ready and willing to do all of his bidding. He turned around and hooked his finger under her collar to pull her forward, kissing her roughly. He started petting her hair and she felt more like a puppy than ever.

 

Her knees shook and she felt on the verge of collapse.

 

“Get on the bed,” he muttered against her lips. Then he grabbed her chin gruffly between his fingers and added, “On all fours.”

 

She nodded, not breaking eye contact even once. She knew exactly what was coming.

 

“So you’ve been having a rough time, huh?” She nodded. He ran his hand up and down her back, “I know how it is.” He sounded genuine. She believed he meant it.

 

He pushed her chin upward so her gaze met his. There was a look in his eyes she knew all too well, confirming her suspicions on what he was planning on doing next. He ran his hand straight down her back and then gave her a light, playful spank on her ass cheek. She bit her lower lip. His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and he gave her a few more light, playful spanks.

 

But she knew that was far from it. He wasn’t one to just playfully spank and move on. That was his warm up. She had never forgotten that one of his favorite things was always to make her ass turn a red and raw. He loved to punish her until he left her so sore it was difficult to sit without wincing in pain. And it wasn’t until she knew it was coming that she realized it was something she actually missed.

 

“Oh, Shannon.”  She looked up at him. He was looking at her with interest, but there was something else there. It looked like he had missed her too, but she knew he wasn’t one to openly admit it. The look he was giving her and her interpretation of it was the closest she would ever get to it, and she had to accept that. Then he smirked. Her heart started pounding even faster than it already was. 

 

It was coming. The longer he looked into her eyes, the more his expression hardened. It was like he was getting ready for it and building up in his own mind. That was another sign he missed her. It was the little things she had to pick up on and take. They were the things she had to hold on to. Quite abruptly, he walked around so he was behind her and then roughly pushed her forward so that she fell flat on her face on the bed.

 

She moved to grab the bed sheets, but he was too quick– he was already pushing her forward on the bed and lifting her hips. She immediately rested on her knees in such a way so that her ass was completely up in the air and exposed to him. She was ready for it. He pushed the hem of her skirt up to fully expose her ass, save for her panties. She felt his hand cup her left cheek as he started rubbing it over the fabric of her panties.

 

“Mmhhmm,” he hummed loudly as he ran the tip of his middle finger over them. She shuddered. She could already feel how moist she was between her legs. 

 

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered.

 

 She turned to look over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of him walking toward the kitchen. She gulped because she knew what he was looking for. As soon as he started heading back, she turned around and shut her eyes. It was almost right after he stepped back into the bedroom that a loud cry leapt her mouth when she felt a wooden spoon land on her bottom.

 

He ran his hand over the spot and spanked her so hard that her body lurched forward from the force. She cried out. Then she heard a ‘swoosh’ sound as the paddle caught the air when he threw his arm back again and she immediately gripped the bed sheets tightly.

 

 She cried out again when he delivered another forceful blow across her entire ass with the wooden spoon. She figured the spoon would be used for this rather than cooking once Ash was back in the picture. It stung. He went on to smack her repeatedly with the wooden spoon a few more times on each cheek until she felt the pain become almost unbearable. The discomfort of her panties rubbing against her skin didn’t help either.

 

Finally, she felt some alleviation when his fingers hooked over the waistband of her panties and he yanked them down, swiftly removing them at once. He rubbed her bare ass with his hand, which was still in a good amount of pain from the blows with the wooden spoon, before pinching each cheek. She gritted her teeth. She struggled to catch her breath and brace herself for another blow. She felt the surface of the wooden spoon rubbing against the skin of her plump ass.

 

She gulped and clenched her eyes shut. The sheets crumpled as she gripped them even tighter, but even that wasn’t enough to prepare her for what she would feel next. She cried out loudly and tears immediately spilled from the corners of her eyes as another smack landed on her butt. Then he spanked her ass with the handle of the wooden spoon, making her yelp and whimper. She didn’t recall him ever smacking her ass this hard but, then again, it had been years since it last happened.

 

Just as she was gearing up to yell the safe word, she heard the wooden spoon fall with a clatter on her nightstand.

 

“I’ve been waiting for tonight,” he muttered against her neck before roughly turning her head so he could kiss her. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but she wasn’t in a state of mind to explore his meaning any further. She wanted to feel even more of him. She wanted to feel everything she remembered about having sex with him. She was desperately hungry for him.

 

He pulled away from the kiss and grinned deviously before standing up and walking back around to stand behind her. He smacked her ass once and then twice. After a brief pause, he delivered spank after spank, each harder than the last. The sound filled the room along with her cries of pain. She felt more hot tears escape from the corners of her eyes, which were tightly shut. She was crying out in pain louder than before. She was out of control, just like him.

 

That was when he tightly clamped his hand over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up,” he warned. She froze.

 

“Do you want everyone to hear you?” She did not want anybody to hear her, particularly not Ben or Luke. If they found out she was with Ash she had no clue how they would react, but she knew it would be bad. She shut her eyes trying not to think of Kyle. She needed to stop thinking about everybody else and how they would react. She was in this and she wanted it even if it ended up being a horrible mistake.

 

Another tear escaped the corner of her eye, but this time it wasn’t because of pain. This time the tear was out of fear and emotion. She was afraid she was digging a hole for herself she would never be able to climb out of, but she didn’t want to stop. She was in too deep. She had always been in too deep where Ash was concerned. The difference now was that, for the first time ever, she thought maybe he was in too deep with her as well.

 

She shook her head. “Good,” he said.

 

“Then you better fucking mind your volume,” he growled dangerously in her ear. She felt a shiver run straight down her spine. He pressed his hand against her so that the tips of his fingers dug painfully into her cheek before letting go. She gasped for air, her face covered in dried tears and one cheek marked with red where he had dug in his fingers. What a sight she must have been– that thought made her smile secretly. How long had it been? She felt him tug at her leather collar until she had difficulty breathing. It was definitely not the first time she had worn a collar when they were having sex, but it was the first time she was wearing one he had not bought for her for that sole purpose.

 

Ash let go and backed away a couple steps before calling her over to him in a commanding voice. She crawled off the bed and walked over to where he stood in the middle of the room.

 

 “Don’t play dumb,” he whispered. She dropped down to the floor. Of course she remembered what it was like. She had never forgotten how they had enjoyed things together, especially not when a single lover since him had even gotten close to giving her as much pleasure as he did. She got on her knees and sat back against her feet, wincing when her ass made contact with the bottoms of her feet, but she was careful not to complain. The last thing she wanted now was to be punished. Her ass was already too sore to be able to handle a punishment. Besides, she had to be careful to keep quiet now. 

 

“Take off my clothes,” he ordered.

 

She gulped, eyes raking over every inch of his body. It had been so long since she saw his naked body and she ached to see it and feel it once again. She knew it would look different, but it didn’t matter. It was Ash standing in front of her. She pushed herself up to stand and reached out in front of her, tenderly undoing every single button of his shirt before tucking it out from his jeans.

 

She was surprised he was tucked in at all, something she had failed to fully realize given she was barely even able to process they were in the same place with one another. She pushed it back off his shoulders and caught it before it fell on the floor. She draped it carefully over her arm before grabbing the hem of his undershirt and pulling it off him. She sneakily grazed his skin as she did so and shuddered. It was smooth as ever. After draping his undershirt over her arm, she reached out to run her fingers from his chest down his stomach. She stopped at his belt buckle, which she promptly unbuckled in order to unbutton and unzip his jeans. 

 

She knelt back down in front of him and pulled down the jeans along with his boxers. His cock was already rock hard and sprang free from his pants. She gulped. She had always loved his cock and that hadn’t changed one bit. She squeezed her legs together, a little moan falling from her lips. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him, but he just smiled and pet the top of her head.

 

 She wanted to take him into her mouth right away, but instead looked down at the floor to wait for her next instructions. His hand fell heavily on her head again but this time he moved it to the back of her head and pushed it forward. She took a deep breath through her nose, reveling in the feeling of the tip of his cock pressing against her cheek. The head was already glistening slick and smeared on her cheek. She squeezed her thighs tight together again.

 

“You know what to do,” he said.

 

She nodded enthusiastically before pulling her head back slightly and opening her mouth. Her lips had barely touched the head of his cock when he shoved it entirely into her mouth. She choked and coughed. That was something she hadn’t been prepared for, even though he had done that many times in the past. She had been entirely too focused on actually having his cock in her mouth again after so long that she was caught off guard.

 

Despite the coughing fit he set off, she didn’t let up. She curled her tongue around his shaft and moaned, letting him know she was okay with it and wanted him to keep going. He started thrusting harshly in and out of her mouth despite the heavy breathing coming from her nose. Spit dribbled out from the sides of her mouth, down her chin, and fell on her chest. She knew it was a mess, but she also knew that it turned him on like no other. After a few more thrusts he pulled out of her mouth completely just so she could catch her breath before he kept thrusting into her mouth. He went on for a few more minutes.

 

When he finally pulled out of her mouth and let the back of her head go, he pushed her so that she fell back on the floor. She winced in pain as the carpet rubbed on her sore ass. A satisfying smirk spread across his face.

 

“Stand up,” he ordered, so she did. He walked toward her and led her to the bathroom, making her stand near the towel rack.

 

“Stay right there.”

 

She nodded quietly. He stared at her for a moment, looking her up and down before finally crouching down to pull off her panties, which he used to tie her wrists to the towel rack. That was a first– not the tying up, but the way he had done it and where. She remembered they once had a bed with posts and that had been very convenient. 

 

He leaned in to kiss her roughly. The kiss fit the mood—rough and aggressive. It was forceful, but full of passion and desire. That was when she felt the tip of his finger ring along her wet slit and then he plunged it into her. She broke the kiss with a cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure. It felt good to have him touch her but it was also painful the way he had done it.

 

He immediately started fingering her, just as harshly as he had stuck his finger into her. He soon added a second finger and violently moved them up and down. She writhed and moaned as her arms twisted, still tied at the wrist against the towel rack. She stuck her hips forward instinctively and felt his fingers go in deeper. She opened her mouth and moaned loudly, completely ignoring his warning to mind her volume.

 

He kissed her roughly again before saying, “Thought I told you to mind your fucking volume.”

 

He jammed a third finger in her right when he closed his mouth around hers as she cried out into it. He kept fingering her hard and fast, giving her both pleasure and pain.

 

“Seems like you want to get caught fucking me,” he said through clenched teeth, amusement obvious in the tone of his voice and look in his eyes. He pressed his thumb against her clit. She moaned loudly again. How he always managed to work her into such a state was beyond her, but she fucking loved it and, right at that moment, there wasn’t an ounce of regret for giving in so quickly.

 

She trembled and moaned, wrists twisting against the fabric of her panties until it started turning her skin red. He went on for a few minutes until he finally pulled his fingers out of her. He held them for her to see they were coated in her liquids. He swept the tip of his tongue over her index finger and smirked before shoving his hand under her nose so she could smell her own scent.

 

He slammed his open palm against the wall beside her head and kissed her in the most passionate way he ever had. She felt her knees go weak.

 

“You’re so fucking sexy Shannon,” he muttered against her lips before kissing her again. “Shannon,” he panted in that same broken tone she hadn’t recognized earlier and still couldn’t. She looked into his eyes and, for a brief moment, that air of dominance was completely suspended. There was a moment where it was just the two of them, together after so long, connecting in the best way they knew how. Then he kissed her again and she felt his hand wander up and down her side before he rubbed her exposed breast, leaning down to suck on her hard nipple.

 

“Fuck,” she moaned out when she felt his teeth sink into it.

 

“You always did like that,” he whispered against her nipple before flicking it with his tongue. He pushed the top up until both her breasts were exposed and he went to work sucking and licking one while he played with the other using his fingers. Shannon moaned and stuck her chest out, wanting to feel more and more. He nibbled her other breast briefly before moving back up to kiss her passionately.

 

She felt the head of his cock rub against her wet slit and she shuddered, hips trying desperately to search for friction. She wanted him inside her so bad. She could tell he wanted it too. As great as everything else had been, the moment had arrived that they both were thinking and needing and wanting the same thing. No more waiting and no more playing. He grabbed one of her thighs and wrapped it around his body. She broke the kiss and moaned, feeling his cock push up against her soaking wetness.

 

“Ash,” she cried out desperately. He nodded and went on to lift her other leg to wrap it around his body. She couldn’t exactly lift her body up given she was still restrained. Noticing this, he made quick work of freeing her wrists. She immediately grabbed onto his shoulders and hoisted herself up properly onto his body, pussy pushing insistently against his hardness.

 

 He held her up from the bottom of her ass. She winced again from the pain that shot through her from her raw ass cheeks being touched. But that pain soon didn’t matter because she felt the head of his cock pressing into her opening. Her head fell back against the wall and a loud moan of pure pleasure escaped her lips when he shoved his entire length inside her.

 

He pulled out entirely before ramming back inside. The loud smacking of their skin filled the room. She moaned again, her breasts bouncing with his thrusts. She didn’t even care that her side was pressing painfully against the towel rack. Everything in that moment was about being with Ash and having him inside her. She still couldn’t believe it, but she didn’t want to focus on reality. All she could do was focus on how good it felt to have his cock inside her. He started pounding into her mercilessly. Her gasps and moans echoed off the tile floor. They got louder and louder with every minute that passed, but neither of them cared by that point– they were both too far gone and caught up in the moment. 

 

He had her stand up and bent her over the bathroom counter to thrust into her from behind. She held onto the counter tightly and moaned, feeling his fingers dig into her hips as he fucked her. He held her with a possessive and tight grip. That hadn’t changed about him.

 

 He reached around to rub her clit and she had to slap her own hand over her mouth because her moans were definitely loud enough that Ben or Luke could potentially hear. It took less than two minutes of him rubbing her sensitive nub for her to feel the orgasm build up. In no time at all, her orgasm slammed into her and coursed through her body with such intensity she fell onto the bathroom counter. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she made short desperate choked up sounds of pleasure. He pounded into her even harder and faster.

 

“I’m about to come,” he said and she replied with a moan. She wanted to push her ass back against him, but she had no energy to do so– her body had pretty much gone limp from the intensity of the orgasm. His thrusts got short, fast, and erratic until she felt his orgasm explode inside her.

 

“Fuck!” he grunted out with his last few thrusts.

 

After he was done, he pulled out and wiped her down as well as his cock with some soft tissue she kept in the bathroom. He supported the entire weight of her body to help her walk over to the bed. She dropped down heavily onto it. Then he climbed onto the bed and pulled her against his body into a hug. His hands ran smoothly over her arm in a comforting touch, his lips pressed sweetly to her cheek. He always took care of her like this afterward and it made her feel like she was floating. His fingers were running through her hair for a while before she realized he was humming something softly in her ear, as if he were singing her a lullaby to soothe her. She wanted to drift off to sleep, but that wasn’t an option this time.

 

She needed to gather her strength to do what she had called him over for– to talk and clear things up.

 

But she feared everything would be even less clear now…