Chapter 5

Ash didn’t talk much on the drive out of town. He couldn’t talk. He was so focused on getting her home. Marlee’s mind roiled in a ferment. What kind of man did she get herself mixed up with this time? He had one hand firmly gripped the wheel. The other on her knee which he only moved to jerk the gear shift around.

The car tore in and out of traffic. She felt a rush of adrenaline buzzing through her the whole journey. He knew what he wanted, and Marlee did too. Ash would stop at nothing once he got her inside his own house. She said she wanted action. Well, she got it this time and no mistake.

He drove through Queens. Marlee had no idea where she was or where she was going, but she recognized when the neighborhood faded into tree-lined drives and sweeping lawns. He wasn’t taking her to any brownstone. Maybe he had something more sinister in mind. Maybe all that vampire talk wasn’t just a joke.

She shook those thoughts out of her head. He was no vampire. He was a man, a man with a very stiff cock between his legs and a boatload of testosterone to go with it.

In the end, he turned into one of the driveways winding between gardens so large Marlee couldn’t see the end of them. The trees cast the driveway in shadow, and the headlights swept one curve after another. Stars twinkled overhead.

All of a sudden, the car stopped. Ash put it in gear, set the emergency brake, and shut down the motor. He opened his door and got out. Marlee unlatched her seatbelt. Ash opened her door from the outside and offered her his hand.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the building behind him. “You said you lived in a brownstone.”

“I lied. This is my house.”

She stared up at a mansion of gleaming white stone. Colonnades flanked the tall steps leading to the entrance. Darkness gave the place a ghostly appearance. Not one light shone in that house. You could hardly call it a house. It wasn’t even a mansion. It was something closer to a palace. Buckingham Palace. In fact, it was exactly the way she pictured Buckingham Palace, but without the servants buzzing around all over the place.

He gave her arm a nudge. “Are you coming inside?”

Why did he even ask that? She let him bring her here. What else was she going to do?

She heard her footsteps as she climbed the steps. He opened the front door. It wasn’t locked. He conducted her through a hall bigger than the atrium in Colton’s apartment. This place made Colton’s apartment look like a kindergarten playground.

Two sweeping staircases rose from the hall to the upper level. Ash paused on the lower stairs to peer into her face. They could barely see each other in the dark. He didn’t attack and grope her now. He moved with deliberate slowness. He moved slower the closer he got her to his secret den of iniquity.

Tension racked her body until her teeth chattered. She squeezed his fingers tighter, and he smiled down at her. Did he feel it, too?

She followed him up the stairs. She should have been wearing a gown with a low-cut bodice and a long train even to set foot in a house like this. She belonged in the servants’ quarters, dressed the way she was. Yes, she was his servant. That thought this whole scenario make sense. She was a servant on her way to the master’s chamber to service his desires.

On the upper landing, he led her to a huge bedchamber. Ash switched on the light and closed the door behind her. A massive four-poster bed stood in the middle, and a fireplace dominated the other wall. Deep brocades and costly velvet decorated every surface. Was this Ash’s bedroom? Not likely. It reminded her of Colton’s guest room. Did Ash bring her here for a night of fun and frolic? Maybe he had a comfortable hideaway somewhere like Colton’s.

He stopped in front of her. “Well?”

She shifted from one foot to the other. Now what?

He looked her over from head to foot. Now that he had her, he didn’t try to touch her. He jingled his car keys in his pocket and waited.

Marlee tingled all over. He turned her on so much, in the bar and the cab. Now he just stood there. She seethed in torment to get some satisfaction from him. Would he ever take her?

He compressed his lips. “You wanted me. Now you’ve got me. Now, what are you going to do?”

She stared at him. What did she want to do? What did she want to do with a guy like that? She wanted him to do what he wanted with her. She had to break the ice somehow. She had to get him moving, to release his pent-up power on her.

She took a step toward him. She was his servant, his conquest. If she held onto that idea, she could go through with this. She darted her hands under his shirt tails. She touched the raw muscle around his stomach. He convulsed at her touch. His face pinched, and his breath caught.

Ah, yes! She loved a good, hard man like him. She knew how to make him crumble. She trailed her fingertips up his sides under his shirt. She fingered his chest and under his arms. His breath came louder and shorter. He tensed his jaw. She had him. He fought hard to hold himself together.

She brought her hands out and started to unbutton his shirt. She collapsed against his bare chest with her lips and teeth and tongue. She devoured him with gentle kisses working her way down to his tight abs, but she didn’t go near his belt. He told her not to. She couldn’t touch it until he told her to.

She dropped to her knees before him, so her face was at his crotch. She teased his cock through his pants and listened as he panted deeply through strained groans. He rested both hands on her shoulders, but he couldn’t stay like that forever. He gripped a handful of her hair firmly and pressed her head closer to his cock.

She continued to work his rock hard bulge through his trousers until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He shoved her back and pushed her down on her heels, his piercing eyes glared down at her. He was back in control now. “You want my cock, baby?”

She grabbed his thighs. She scratched up his pant legs and back down to his knees. “I want it so bad.”

He swept back his jacket and his open shirt to set his hands on his hips. He pushed his pelvis toward her. “Unbuckle my belt.”

She swallowed hard. She got her shaky fingers to obey her and slipped the belt tongue through the buckle. She cinched it open and let the buckle fall.

“Take it off and hand it to me.”

She slid the belt through his belt loops, doubled it over the way it was supposed to be, and put it into his open hand.

“Now turn around. Get on your knees and show me your ass. You remember what you said you wanted don’t you?”

She nodded and waited for him to strike her. She held her breath. When would he let that belt fall? When would he end this torturous anticipation? She waited so long she looked back over her shoulder to see him standing there. A black cloud covered his face. He stared lustfully at her backside. His lips pouted open, and he dragged his breath through gritted teeth.

The moment she looked, he barked out, “Turn around! Don’t turn to face me until I tell you to.”

She faced front. Her heart ached from pounding against her ribs. She couldn’t wait any longer. She moaned and twirled her hips in a circle. She wanted so bad to beg him to smack her, but she didn’t dare. She couldn’t do anything until he told her to.

He stepped up close to her, and his big hand rested on her back. He traced down her ass in sweeping circles. “Christ, that ass is so fucking fine. I want to bury my face in that ass right now.”

She wished that he was already inside of her. Her lady lips quivered for any touch from him. He gave her a light slap across the ass, not enough to hurt. Then he went back to standing there, too far away to touch her.

“Pull your pants down. Let me see that sweet ass sticking up at me.”

She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. She scooted them down to her knees. His breath rasped louder than ever. But still, he did nothing.

She wanted him so badly, but he made no move toward her. She bit her lip in agony. If only he would...

WACK! Down came the belt on a glancing blow across her backside. Her ass giggled at the impact. Marlee yelped out loud. At last! WACK! It came back the other way. She closed her eyes and screamed excitedly as loud as she wanted to.

He let the belt slash back and forth. WACK! WACK! WACK! She tossed and writhed on her hands and knees. Fuck, that hurt so bad! She couldn’t get away from it. She didn’t dare try to escape.

He brought it down one more time. He gasped from the effort. The leather bit into her choice flesh. Her whole ass burst into flames from those vicious smacks. She braced herself for the next stripe, but it never came. Out of nowhere, his hand closed around her pussy from behind. His fingers rolled the swollen petals to toy with the juice out of them.

He moaned low under his breath. “Fuck, that ass is so damn juicy. You want my cock in there, baby?” He plunged two of his large fingers into her hole. “Huh? Is that what you like?”

Her wetness coated his fingers. He pumped them in and out to blow her mind. She rocked back into them. Her yelps turned to whining moans of ecstatic desire. God, she loved it! She wanted it so bad. Faster she rocked, and he matched her with his jabbing fingers. Her juices gushed into his hand.

Like lightning, he jumped clear. He yanked his hand out, and the belt whistled through the air. WACK! WACK!. “Bad girl! Bad girl! I’m gonna punish you ‘til you are begging me to fuck you.”

WACK! Adrenaline rushed through her body more than ever before.

“Come on, you bad girl!” he bellowed. “Say you’re a bad girl. Say you want my belt across your ass.”

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, God, I’m a bad girl.” WACK! “I’m a nasty girl.” WACK! “I need a spanking.” WACK! “Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck me hard!”

“You want me to fuck you?” WACK! “You want me to fuck you like this? Huh?” WACK! WACK! “Is that what you want?”

“Oh, God, yes!” WACK! “Oh, God, please don’t hurt me!” WACK! “I swear I’ll be good. Please!”

He moaned and panted louder. “You’ll be a good! Ha!” WACK! “That’s a laugh.” WACK! “You’ll be good when I punish you into being good!” WACK! “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” The belt fell again and again.

“You’re right. I’m not good. Not at all.Oh, God, yes!” WACK!

WACK! WACK! WACK! Marlee couldn’t talk anymore. The intensity overwhelmed her senses, and her eyes watered a little.

It stopped instantly. She heard the belt drop to the floor, and he lay beside her, wrapped his arm around her and pressed his forehead to hers. 

He inched his lips closer to hers. “God, you’re beautiful.” He said, gazing down at her.