Sixty Four
Amber
It sickened me that Ash and Ayden were meeting. Even though I’d told Ash I didn’t care, I hated the idea. I know that Ayden had supposedly had some type of religious experience, but he would always be a monster to me.
Driving back to the house in the Hamptons, I prayed that Ayden would be gone before I got there. I hit the button to open the sunroof to let in the warm autumn sun.
My heart soared though thinking about how well things were going with me and Ash. He was everything I’d ever wanted. He was so supportive and caring. He was a total gentleman outside the bedroom.
But in private he and he alone commanded me. He owned me body and soul.
And that’s exactly the way I wanted it.
Like a few weeks ago, when I had run off during the storm. Ash had rescued me and then pushed me up on the car in the pouring rain to fuck me like a beast.
I loved every second of it.
I squirmed in my seat as I was getting wet just thinking about it. Ever since the kidnapping, we’d been together as a couple. The sex was as wild as I imagined it would be.
Still, nagging thoughts plagued me.
It wasn’t what happened with my brother, either.
I felt like Ash was keeping something from me now. I had been totally honest with him and it seemed like he wasn’t being honest with me.
Turning my car down the private drive, I was relieved to see that Ayden’s car wasn’t there.
Walking into the house, I found Ash sitting on the floor of his study. Smoke filled the room.
Waving my hand, I coughed. “Ash, what the hell has been going on in here? It reeks of cigarette smoke!”
He looked up at me as if dazed. “Ayden…I…we were smoking.”
“Smoking what?”
He laughed. “Just cigarettes, baby.”
“You don’t smoke, Ash.”
He looked forlornly at a small box sitting next to him. “I did today.”
Falling to my knees, I crawled over to him and sat down.
“What happened, Ash? What did Ayden say?”
He sniffled as if he’d been crying.
I’d never known Ash to cry except at his father’s funeral.
“Ayden has lived a terrible life, Amber. I don’t know how much he told you.”
“The drug use. I knew about that.”
“It’s so much more. His life has been hell, to put it bluntly. I feel so guilty. Here I grew up with a loving, doting father feeling sorry for myself because my mother left me. Turns out, leaving me was the kindest thing she ever did.”
I twirled my hair around my finger as I studied his face.
In graphic detail, he related Ayden’s terrible story to me.
“Oh my God, that’s awful. I’m sorry to hear he went through so much, but that doesn’t excuse what he did to me.”
“I know, Amber. I’m not asking you to forgive him. I’m not saying I do yet either. It just really helped me to get to know him. He is my only brother.”
I gestured to the box next to him. “What’s that?”
He pulled the box over to me. “Look. That’s the other thing. Amber, I have to get out for a bit. I’m going down to the beach for some air. If you’d like to join me after you look through there, I’ll be waiting.”
His face was ashen. I’d never seen him look so lost, forlorn.
After I looked through the box, I walked outside to find him standing on the beach with the wind whipping his hair back. The air had turned chilly and he was wrapped up in a heavy jacket.
I touched his arm. “Ash, I can’t believe it. Your father….how could he keep all that from you?”
His eyes were filled with tears. “I don’t know, Amber. My whole life has been a lie. Everything I knew and trusted has been obliterated.”
My heart ached for him. I knew exactly how he felt. “I’m so sorry, Ash. I know how you feel. Everything with my brother….” I trailed off.
He turned to me and slid his arms around me. “Oh God, I sound so selfish. You’ve been through hell, too.”
I snuggled against him loving the way he smelled like an exotic, sexy cologne and the salt of the sea. “We’ve both been through hell, Ash, but we’ll get through it together.”
His hazel eyes shone with love. Pressing me close to him, I melted against him. “Always, Amber, always.”
Taking his hand, he let me lead him back to the house. I wanted to make him feel better, so, I took him into the dungeon. I slipped my clothes off and pulled at his pants.
A slow smile spread across his face as he took the hint. “Get on your knees, baby, and open your mouth.”
I instantly fell to my knees. I waved my princess plug in front of him.
“Can you put this in first?” He took the plug from me and shoved it deep inside my ass.
I moaned loudly as the pain and pleasure shot through me.
He then spun me around to face him. Taking his cock into his hand, he pushed it towards my mouth. Ash groaned as he held my head firmly against his cock face fucking me.
As his cock swelled ever larger, my own hand rubbed against my clit feeling myself closer and closer to coming. The plug was still embedded deep in my ass stretching me to the hilt.
He yanked his cock from my mouth. He pushed me down and knelt behind me.
Rubbing the head of his cock against my wet pussy, I moaned loudly. This was what I’d been craving. This wasn’t filled with the sweetness of our first time together, but rather it was dirty, depraved, and downright filthy on the floor of his dungeon with my princess plug shoved up my ass.
This was how I wanted him to take me.
Hard.
Fast.
Dirty.
“Fuck me, please, Ash.” I begged.
He pressed the plug deeper into my ass.
My pussy pulsated with need as he then thrust his hard cock right up inside me. I cried out as he entered me. His cock felt hot and huge inside me stretching me until I thought I would tear. Having both holes filled at once by him felt earth shattering. I thought I would explode from the pain and the pleasure.
Every time he thrust inside me, he would alternate between slapping my ass hard and driving the plug deeper.
I fell forward my face pressing against the cold wooden floor of the dungeon. “Oh God, Ash,” I cried. My hands reached for something to hold onto, but I could find nothing. My nails scraped the hardwood floor.
Feeling my orgasm imminent, I tried to hold off as long as I could. Ash’s hands burned like fire upon my flesh as he drove himself into me. Even though the pain was great I never felt as complete as alive as I did in that very moment with him inside me tearing me open. It was as if by filling both holes at once he was filling the emptiness I’d felt all my life. Even though I’d been double penetrated before, it wasn’t the same. This was love and lust all in one.
He was my other half. He was the one who completed me. I felt myself coming harder and stronger than I ever had before. My pussy gushed as it contracted around his cock squeezing him even tighter.
“Oh Ash!” I screamed.
His fingers dug into my flesh as he held me by my hips. He ground into me as he came jerking hard pumping me full of his come. “Amber,” he groaned as he pulled out of me. His cum dripped from my lips as I fell forward.
Gently, he eased the plug out. “How was that, baby?” He laid on the floor beside me.
I couldn’t speak. I was still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. I reached between my legs feeling the wet soreness. “I have no words.”
As we curled up together, everything was as it should be between us.
The next morning, I awoke to find a voicemail from Kristen Kramer, the anchor for the popular local morning news program, Good Morning, New York.
I raced upstairs to find Ash getting dressed for work. This would be his first morning back at the office.
“What is it, Amber?”
I jumped up and down excitedly waving my phone. “Kristen Kramer just called me. She wants to do a piece on me about my making partner at our firm.”
“That’s terrific, Amber!” Ash swept me up in his arms.
“The voicemail said it’s a special on women in positions of power. I suppose they consider you naming me as your partner as me breaking the glass ceiling.”
Ash continued tying his tie. “Well, you did, didn’t you?” He smiled at me. He looked so happy this morning. I guessed learning everything Ayden had to say and all his father’s secrets had gotten to him.
I sank down on the bed. “I just had a thought, Ash. You know how you said I should take the terrible things that Mark did to me and turn them around for good?”
“Yes.”
“What if I…no, I couldn’t do that.”
“What, Amber?”
I fingered the comforter nervously. “What if I asked if I could talk about being an abuse survivor?”
Ash contemplated what I was saying. He walked over and knelt down in front of me. “I think that’s an amazing idea, Amber. Very courageous of you.”
I felt a sense of peace wash over me. “I think I’ll do just that, Ash. I’m going to call Kristen now.”