His eyes lock with mine, and all I can do is work my mouth open and closed as words elude me.
“I told you that you were mine, and I meant it,” Ash says, his gaze piercing through every chink in my carefully constructed emotional armor. “Look me in the eye and deny you belong to me.”
The feminist in me wants to lecture him about claiming gender-based ownership, but my inner hussy has the feminist hogtied and gagged.
Ash grips the back of my neck again. “Say it.”
His hold is firm but not painful, and something deep inside me is compelled to obey his command.
“I belong to you,” I whisper.
“Again,” he orders, and I feel myself get wet again.
“I belong to you,” I say with more surety.
He smiles. “Good girl.”
Chapter 29
Gray
We watch the rest of the movie, but I couldn’t tell you what happened if my life depended on it. I spend the time tucked up against Ash, wearing his shirt, and watching his cock slowly harden in his underwear until the credits roll. When they do, Ash turns off the TV and begins to kiss me.
“Longest fucking movie ever,” he says as he pulls his shirt off me.
I gasp as his mouth fastens on my breast, and I thread my fingers through his hair to hold him in place against my chest. He starts to tug at my panties, which he let me put back on for the movie, but the position is awkward, and he’s having trouble getting them off.
“Shouldn’t we…maybe…go into your bedroom?” I suggest as he continues to work at the panties while suckling my breast.
Ash stills, and I immediately know I’ve said something wrong. He doesn’t want me in his bedroom.
He lifts his head to look at me.
“Forget I said anything. Here is fine.” I try to play it off, but the fact he doesn’t want me in his room stings a little.
Ash shakes his head. “You don’t understand,” he says as he stands up and starts to pace.
I want to take back the words and apologize, but pride won’t let me. There was nothing wrong with suggesting we go to his room.
“It’s fine,” I say again because it’s all I can manage.
“No, it’s not,” he says. “Come with me.”
Ash grabs my hand and pulls me up from the couch. We’re both only wearing our underwear as we head across his living room and down thehall to his bedroom.
“Ash-,” I try again, but he cuts me off.
“There’s a reason I don’t want to go into the bedroom tonight,” he says, “but it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“And what am I thinking?” I ask.
“Probably that I don’t want you in my bedroom because I don’t want you to stay, or some bullshit like that.”
“And that’s not it?”
Ash stops at the threshold to his room and looks down at me.
“Definitely not,” he says. He lets out a deep sigh. “I have…particular tastes I indulge every so often, but I don’t want to get into them tonight, and if we go in the bedroom, I’ll be too tempted.”
