“Uh-huh, and…” he presses a button on the side of his door, and there’s a buzzing sound as a divider appears, cutting us off from the front of the car. “I want to try something. You up for it?”
“Yes.” It doesn’t matter what it is. If it’s with Ashton, I’m up for it.
God, when did I become so cringy?
“Spread your legs, Allie.” Not wasting any time, I do as I’m told, letting my thighs fall open.
“Lift your skirt.” I bend over and grip the edges of the tulle, bringing it back up with me so my black lace thong is on display. I glance toward the divider. “Is that soundproof?”
Ashton lets out a dark chuckle. “I love that you know I can make you scream, but I wouldn’t worry about that right now.”
Ashton runs a finger over my clit, still clothed in lace, and I shudder.
“So sensitive tonight,” he points out in a mocking tone. So that’s the mood he’s in. We’ve explored the power dynamic between us and discovered we both like to dominate and submit during sex, but lately, I’ve wanted him to be in control. He’s the only person I’ve ever been submissive with, and I’ve become addicted to it. He doesn’t seem to mind, either. We’ve played around with light humiliation. I love mocking him, but I think I like it even more when he does it to me.
Ashton adds another finger and pushes down, rubbing circles on my clit. It feels good, but it’s not enough. I go to reach down to move my panties to the side, but he stops me with his other hand.
He tsks. “No touching. Put your hands behind your back.”
I do what he says, scooting forward so I can cross both hands behind me. I look out of the window at the trees blending together. We’re still on the highway. The benefit is in Baybridge, of course, so we probably have another twenty or so minutes before we get there.
Satisfied with my obedience, he continues his task, this time applying more pressure and moving faster. Heat spreads up myspine and my hips rock forward to meet his movements. Holy shit, I feel like I could come from this. I’ve never had an orgasm with underwear on. He stops what he’s doing and shoves two fingers in my pussy, bringing the lace material with them. It’s slightly rough, but the friction feels amazing. My panting turns to gasps as he continues to push the material in with his fingers.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Taking whatever I give you.”
His words nearly push me over the edge, but when he brings his thumb to my clit, I buck off the seat.
“Shit, Ashton, I’m gonna?—”
One more thrust of his fingers, and…
He stops.
Removing his hand, he gently pulls down my skirt and brings my knees back together. Then he tugs on my arms, releasing them from behind my back. I’m so stunned that I let him move me around like a rag doll.
When he presses the button on the door and the divider slowly rolls back down, it finally hits me, and I turn to him. “What the hell was that?”
“Control, remember?”
I blink. “Excuse me?”
“You wanted to be controlled. This is that.”
“You said you weren’t into denial,” I argue.
“Yeah, I thought I wasn’t, but I wanted to try something new, and it was fucking hot as hell. To think, you almost came in your panties.” He shakes his head and blows out a breath. I don’t miss his erection straining against his dress pants. He looks down then back up at me, smirking before coming closer to speak into my ear again. “All night, you won’t be able to focus on anything else. People will speak to you, but you won’t hear them. You’ll eat, but you won’t taste anything. All you will be able to think about is coming. You’ll be so desperate that you’ll beg me to leave or maybe even take you in one of the bathrooms. Maybe Iwill. Maybe I won’t.” He shrugs. “We’ll just have to see how good you can be.”
Desperate doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling in the pit of my stomach. And the worst part is I love it. I want everything he just described. I want to not be able to focus. I want to beg him. I want him to laugh at how poor and desperate I am. Humiliate me. Drive me mad. Turn me into nothing but need itself. Rewire my brain so that I don’t know where the desire begins and my mind ends. Because this feeling swirling around my ribcage? It’s freedom. And I’ve never felt more free than when Ashton Tyler is controlling me.
26
ASHTON
I step aroundto the other side of the car, intercepting the valet, and open the door to help Allie out. She’s still a little dazed from being so close to an orgasm a few minutes ago. We sat in silence after that, but she let me hold her hand like we did the night after we had sex for the first time in my office.
It’s true, I never thought I was into edging or orgasm denial, but I liked being on the receiving end of it, so I figured, why not? Right before this tedious event seemed like the perfect opportunity. It will get both our minds off being here.
I wasn’t planning on asking Allie to come with me to the Brookline charity dinner, but I made a promise to Declan and there’s no way I was going to bring another woman at this point. Despite my commitment to being here, I have no intention of bringing her around Marshall Astor so he can flirt with her. Not that she can’t hold her own. I have no doubt that if he tried something, he would leave with a black eye and she’d walk away with a self-satisfied smile tugging at her full lips. I’d rather just not have to deal with any of that, so it’s best if we avoid him altogether. Declan can deal.
