Her tits shook with every thrust and indrawn breath.
My cock pulsed in my pants. The urge was even stronger to take myself out and stroke to completion, but I held back. I wasn’t going to spoil this.
Ashley came, and as she did, my name spilled from her lips. It sounded almost like a promise of what was to come. I was going to be the one driving her orgasms.
The release ebbed away and she lay back, gasping, happy, and I watched, smiling.
She opened her eyes, and the reality sank back in.
“Whenever you’re angry or pissed off with your circumstances, I want you to play with your pussy until you come, screaming my name.” Getting up from my position on the sofa, I didn’t hide my obvious erection.
I closed the distance between us, took hold of her wrist, and licked her fingers, tasting her cum.
Delicious. Just like I knew she would be.
Chapter Eight
Ashley
The anger faded.
I didn’t like the idea of bringing myself to orgasm to help calm me down. After Earl demanded I strip naked and play with myself, I hadn’t seen him. He’d left. I didn’t want to face him.
Not with how easy it was for me to fold to his whim.
I could pretend it was because of the threat he held to my friend, but the truth was there was a tone that made me ache. I didn’t like it.
He wasn’t a good man.
I knew this.
I knew that if I didn’t do as he said, he’d hurt her.
Stepping outside of the house, I moved toward the edge of the beach. The lapping waves danced at my ankles. The water was so cold, and it was late. The sun was setting, and I was so tired. Resting my hands on my shoulders, I stared up at the sun, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do.
Earl Valentine was such a confusing man. One moment, I couldn’t stand him. The next, I couldn’t get enough of him.
I hated him and wanted him with equal measure, and that wasn’t good.
Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes, tilting my face up to the setting sun, trying to get as much vitamin D as I could. The island was beautiful. I hadn’t said anything to Earl because I didn’t want him to think I liked this.
Ever since my conversation with Caleb, I’d been pissed off.
I didn’t even understand it myself.
This, in part, was my choice. I could have asked the Monsters to take care of this. To stop me from being at the mercy of him, but again, I didn’t. I kept my thoughts and feelings to myself.
They didn’t need to know the deal I’d made with him. The money that waited for me.
The very thought of the wealth made me sick to my stomach. Was I turning into the same person my mom once was?
“You’re out here all alone,” Earl said, coming to stand behind me.
I didn’t need to open my eyes to know how close he was. He was an impenetrable force.
“I’m not alone. We both know you have men guarding this place. You wouldn’t allow it to be any other way.” I wasn’t under any illusions about my freedom.
I could attempt to walk as far away from his home as possible, but someone would be there to stop me. Earl hadn’t gotten where he was in the world by sloppy antics.
His hands on my hips made me jump. I couldn’t help but open my eyes when his chin rested on my shoulder.
This was too intimate.
I was his captive.
He was my captor.
“It’s a beautiful night.”
“Please stop this.”
“Stop what? Treating you normally?”
“Treating me like I’ve got a choice.”
“You can make this easy or hard, Ashley. The decision is yours.” His lips brushed across my neck.
It felt good.
My stomach chose that moment to rumble.
I tried to pull out of his arms, but he held me still.
“Enjoy the sunset.”
I was enjoying it. Being back in Crude Hill, it reminded me that all of this was a lie. He wanted something from me. All he cared about was popping my cherry. If he didn’t get to do that, he was going to kill my best friend. There was no romanticizing this. I was a business deal. One piece of my flesh was the cost.
On the boat, I’d started to think it was more.
I couldn’t allow myself to sink into the fantasy of love, of something more.
This was sex.
Fucking.
Pure and simple.
I had something Earl wished to claim.
I wasn’t a keeper. He didn’t see me as being the mother of his child. I was a product. I was like the women he purchased and sold as if they were cattle.
The sun set, and with it, reality was back full-blown.
Earl didn’t leave me alone. He held me tightly, and I couldn’t help but feel like there was a threat within his action. He wasn’t going to let me go.
“Give me the woman on the yacht back.”
“I can’t.” It was almost impossible for me to go back.
“Ashely, I don’t want this person.”
I didn’t turn, holding myself perfectly still within his grip. “What do you want?”
“You.”
“You’ve got me.”
“No, I don’t. I’ve got the martyr. I want a woman.” His hands unwound. It was slow, but as he took a step back, I felt the loss right down to my core. “Look at me.”
This was a trap. I knew it was.
I turned to look at him, wishing I had some magical power or some kind of ability to stop myself from being drawn to him. There was nothing.
“Tell me what is going on,” he said.
There was nothing I could say to help this. He was immune to true human feelings. He didn’t get how this felt.
“Have you ever been bought because of one simple thing?” I asked. There was no use in beating around the subject.
My virginity was on the line.
“No.”
“Then you can’t help me, which means there’s no point in talking to you about it. No point at all.” I tried to step back, but he held my arm.
“Do you think after everything I’m just going to toss you aside when I’m done?”
I couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling up in my chest. “That’s exactly what you’re going to do.”
“And you believe it?”
“Why would I have reason to not believe it? You’ve made it completely plain to me all you want from me is sex. No, not even sex, just my virginity. That’s all.” I shrugged. “What more could you possibly want from me?”
Now it was his turn to smile, and I started to realize why they called him a beast. It looked sinister. Almost like a promise of what pain would be coming.
“Ashley, you’re a young woman. I gave a potential end in sight to help you, but at no point did I say you were going to go.” He invaded my space.
His hands came up to capture my face, holding me in place. At first, I was a little scared, but he was gentle, caressing. Sweet. I couldn’t get enough of him when he was like this. I was addicted to his touch. Desperate and hungry with equal measure. All I could see was my need for him. How desperate I was to have more.
He was so close, but he didn’t kiss. The only part of him touching me was his hands. Nothing more.
I waited.
“Do you really think I’m going to let the one woman I’ve been searching for, for a lifetime, go? No, that shit’s not happening. Not to me. You’re mine, Ashley, and it’s going to stay that way.” His lips brushed against mine.