Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC (12 page)

I will give Dani this -- saying out loud was a huge act of bravery. Even more so, her doing it to my face, in person, is even bigger. I have never met a girl who would put her life on the line for answers. She wants to know who did these fires even more than me, and her stake in it is purely revenge.

I lean over to her as she sits nervously with her fingers twisted in knots on her lap. I take both of her hands and place them on either side of her. She doesn’t move or even shy away. She stares up into my eyes as I hover above her. Her lovely red lips part slightly, her eyes twinkle in the candlelight, and her warm skin goes flush and pink. I can’t stand this game any longer.

My lips move close to her ears so they are just inches from touching her skin. I whisper quietly, so low that my chest rattles from within, “I’ll tell you who started the fire.” One of my hands rests on her milky white thigh. I can practically feel the warmth of her radiate out from the slit between her legs.

Dani licks her lips as she turns to me, almost colliding with my face. Her body leans slightly into mine, her hips lifting off of the ground. “Yes?” she says, nodding her head.

“But first, I want you to do something for me.” I pause dramatically before I finish my request, letting her gaze at me with a quizzical look. I smile devilishly. “I want you to beg.”

What. The. Hell. Beg? Beg for what? Well, I know
what
he wants. That hand resting between my legs is a pretty clear indicator of what he has in mind for me. But what am I supposed to beg for? I mean, who actually
does
that? (Do people actually do that?)

Still, I turn back to him, his dark eyes deep as a river with no bottom to it. Even in this dingy, dusty room, the smell of him overcomes me -- I don’t know if it’s pheromones or scent memory or what, but, as much as I hate to admit it, I want him. I want him so badly that my lips open just a crack to let the words escape. “Please,” I whisper with so much darkness and desire vibrating through my vocal chords that I almost cum at the word itself. “Please,” I say again, even more urgency making its way into my voice.

He doesn’t crack a single smile when he responds. “Please what?” he demands, his face dark and almost feral. He has all the power, and he knows it.

I’ve never, ever wanted to be controlled before in my entire life. I’ve never had the desire to be the kind of sex kitten who just gets on her knees and opens her mouth when a man tells her to. That kind of crap was part of the problem with my last boyfriend. He wanted to dominate me while I wanted to just be me. And ‘me’ Dani hated when that jackass demanded sexual shit -- particularly oral sex that was never reciprocated.

The difference between that douchebag and Ash, though, is that Ash actually means it. He radiates this energy, an exciting mix of danger and safety that I find intoxicating -- and, much to my chagrin, incredibly sexy. He means every word he said without a trace of slyness or pretending. This isn’t a role play; this is real. When he said he wants me to beg for him, he meant he wants me to
beg
him -- to plead with him. And he meant now. You couldn’t hear a pin drop between the two of us as I try to reconcile this reality. Being with him means giving up a massive part of my pride and my willpower. Already, my hands are shaking as they struggle to hold my body up.

I realize I’ve been thinking about this for too long. I am hesitating. He can sense that about me. So he repeats himself again, and this time, he places his hand upon my chin and lifts it to face him. He forces my eyes to focus on his. There’s nowhere else for them to turn anyway. In this pitch-black world he has created for us, the universe revolved around our bodies sitting across from one another on this old, ratty blanket.

Finally, I swallow that knot that’s formed in my throat and wash away the cobwebs that have formed in my throat. There is no turning back. I answer softly, “Please, Ash,” I say in a small, school-girlish voice, “Please tell me who started those fires.”

Ash narrows his eyes at me. “That’s not what I wanted you to beg for,” he says flatly, without even a shade of irony. He is right, and I obviously know that. But outside of the part of me that is crawling out of my prickled skin for his touch, kiss, and wetness, there is the girl inside who understands that there is a deal to be made here. I give him (and me) what he wants and he gives me the answers he’s been avoiding since we started this conversation.

“I know that,” I reply quickly. “But if I’m going to do this, if I’m going to beg you, I want to know that you will keep your promise and give me what I want.”

“I think we both know you want me as much as I want you,” he says seductively.

It sickens me that he’s right, but…he’s right. I feel his rough, textured hand creep up higher under the rolled up hemline of my pencil dress. My eyes roll slightly back in my head as I think of all the things he could do with those bruised and battered fingers and my body.

“That’s not the point, Ash,” I say as I somehow muster up the composure to move his hand back to where it was. It is still in the danger zone, but at least I can do business without being too distracted. “Do you know who started the fires or not?”

“The point is, Dani, that you trust me. I’m a man of my word. You can ask anyone on the streets and even some of your copper friends that. When I say I know who started those fires, don’t you dare question me.”

Is he threatening me? This went from incredibly sexy to a power struggle in under two minutes. I don’t know which way to take this. My gut is telling me to just let it go and listen to what he says. After all, if he did start those fires, bringing me here just put him and me in a major risk. He wouldn’t go all out like that. He’s not that stupid to play this game.

On the other hand, I already know what kind of man he is. I know that beneath the surface of his tan skin, his childish curls, his bulging body, is a cancer that can’t be killed with anything. He doesn’t make his living being nice or playing by the rules. He has already hinted that his life is all kinds of fucked up. Why can’t I reconcile the two Ash Coopers?

Color me surprised when I decide to play along against every rational part of me telling me to run as fast as possible from this man and this house. “Fine, Ash. What would you like me to beg for? You?” I try to lighten the stiff, tension-filled mood that has suddenly overtaken us.

He pushes himself closer to me, his hand once again sliding up the inner side of my thigh. His thumb rests just against the line of my panties and just the slight brush of his hand on my privates sends deep chills up my spine. It only gets worse when he reaches up and brushes my long hair to the side and leans in to whisper in my ear once again, “That’s a start. But I’d rather hear you beg for my cock.”

There goes my mind again. It feels as if that water in the Titanic has taken up space as it floods each and every crevasse. I can’t make sense of it when he says that magical word. His cock. That cock I just got to experience three or four hours ago. Maybe more. Time doesn’t seem to have meaning when I’m with him. All that matters is that hand in between my thighs rubbing slightly between the two folds.

I bow my chin to my shoulder as I try to cough out the words, “Ash, I want your cock.” Those words seem so weak, so impersonal, but it’s all I can muster out. My mouth is as musty and dry as this farmhouse.

“That’s not begging, Dani,” he says. He’s almost petulant, which would be kind of adorable if he weren’t also so menacing. It’s a weird juxtaposition, but he soldiers on: “I want you to really beg. Maybe even get on your knees for me.” He removes his hand from my thigh and jumps to his feet. His body lands with a thud and I look way up at the giant towering above me. In the candlelight, I can barely make out anything past the large silver buckle of his belt and his package slightly appearing in the crease of his pants.

I tug slightly at the hem of my dress, unsure why I was so worried about exposing myself now. But as I push myself to kneel before him, something changes in me. That heat that is stuck in my chest and the butterflies flying rapidly in my stomach, they are both converging together to form this pool of confidence. I can do this. I can get something out of this outside my answers. I can make him bend to my wishes. I just have to play along.

“Ash Cooper…”

“Yes, Dani?”

I place both hands flat on his jeans and stand a bit straighter. They float up to his belt and wrap under the sewn seams of his pants, just above his zipper. “Please, I beg of you. Give me your cock. Now.”

“Say it louder, and I may make your wish come true.”

With my hands on his body, caressing his smooth skin till I feel the hint of his pubic hair, I can feel his words through his body. They border on serious and lustful. He doesn’t know if I can go through with this, but I’m prepared to show him how far I will go.

“Ash, I want your cock inside my mouth,” I say, surprising even myself with my lewdness and forwardness. “I want to taste your skin and lick every inch of you from tip to base. I want to wrap my tongue around it and wet it down so that when I’m ready to swallow you whole, you’ll feel every bit of my mouth massage your throbbing cock. I want to taste every inch of that big, throbbing piece of man-meat. I need you.”

“Hmmm…that sounds---”

“I’m not done,” I say, cutting him off. He looks at me surprised but doesn’t say another word. “When you’re ready to cum, I don’t want you to make me stop. In fact, I am begging you to not let me stop. Grab on my hair and push me down until you explode in my mouth. Choke me with that beautiful cock. I want to taste how delicious your cum is. I want to swallow every little bit of it, every last drop. I want to feel it sliding down my throat and into my belly.

“And then, when we’re done, I want you to do the same.”

He looks back down at me totally surprised. This isn’t what he expected. But I don’t wait for his reply. Instead, I unbuckle the metal clasp and toss it to the side along with his belt. The baggy jeans practically fall off of his thick waist and onto a pile on the floor. I lift each of legs off of the ground, freeing him of the rest of his clothing and shoes until all I have left in front of me is Ash Cooper in his tight black boxer briefs. His cock sticks nearly straight out as I duck to pull them down slowly like a present I want to savor.

I don’t dare touch his package for a long moment. I want to take it in to get myself in the right headspace for what I am about to do. His dick is long, at least eight or nine inches. Maybe more. The hair around it forms a light bedding to which I place my hands around. I clasp my warm hands around the base, my thumb and pointer finger just barely touch as I put pressure on one of his main veins.

He lets out a long, dramatic sigh as I get to work massaging the soft skin between his balls and cock with a few fingers. The rest of my hand makes half circle turns around his shaft. When he’s good and hard, the stiffness causing him to point out and up like an arrow, I get to work by sliding the hand up to his very top and then slowly inching back down to the bottom. It’s torture. I know that, but it’s almost delicious watching him squirm and tighten under my expert grip.

My strokes grow tighter and stronger with each hitch of his breath or a heave of his chest. I can sense him getting hotter as I briefly take a break to stand up slowly, taking his shirt with me so he stands before me, a statute of a man, naked and exposed. “Get back down there, Dani.” He commands, but I’m already on my knees positioning his cock to my lips.

I kiss the tip first, already damp from a mix of sweat and pre-cum, I get a salty taste of what is to come. It reminds me of sea salt and caramel. I go in for more, this time opening my mouth a bit wider so I can circle my tongue around the center of his length and then pull up back to the tip resting in my mouth.

His hands rest on my shoulders as I can sense just how much he wants me to go all in and lose control. I oblige this time. My hands wrap around his thighs, my nails slightly carving into his skin. When I’ve got my balance I look up at him, catching his eye as I show off my powers. My mouth takes his entire cock in until I can just barely plant a red lipstick kiss on the very tail end of his shaft.

Ash looks at me in total wonderment and awe before wrapping his hands around my head and pulling me back up. When I’m on my knees, I’m totally at his mercy. And, frankly, I love it. Letting go right then and there on his cock, unleashing the power of my lips, tongue, saliva, fingers, hands is like finding a new superpower. Even with him in command, setting the tempo and rhythm, I, too, go wild by moving even faster than what he wants.

He lets go, his hands floating next to him, unsure where to rest. They ball up into fists as my mouth moves rapidly the length of his cock. The salty caramel taste only gets stronger as his cock continues to grow and pulsate in my mouth. Even with my jaw getting sore, I push on to the sound of his voice practically calling out.

I can tell he’s close. His whole body has tensed up under me and there’s this unspoken and unseen feeling of a build up. It’s the volcano ready for eruption, and I cannot wait for it to unleash. At the end of one of my sucks, he pulls me back slightly with his hands while I nibble toothless at his skin as he says, “You don’t have to do this.”

With his cock still in my mouth, I answer as clearly as possible. “I’m not going to stop. I want your cum. Please. Give me your cock...” I can tell he loves that as he forgets all his trepidation and worry and returns to guiding my mouth to his pleasure.

Finally, I feel the force of his cum first on my lips and then the pressure build up at the roof of my mouth. When he cums, it’s with a sound of a wolf’s howl. Long and hard, he cries out into the night as he unleashes it past my mouth and teeth and to my tongue. When he finishes, he lifts my head with his hands and says almost tiredly, “I want to see you swallow it all down.”