When we got out in the street Ash called for a cab and I asked if we could swing by my place so I could pick up some clothes. I had no intention of walking around in the same clothes three days in a row. But I couldn't drop the fact that Ash had grabbed my hand in front of my sister, and I told him that. He just replied that she had already figured it out at the dinner table, no harm was done according to him.

"But did you have to be that fucking obvious?" I said when we entered the elevator to my floor.

Ash pushed me against the elevator wall with his entire body. The heat from him vibrating between us and I breathed in quickly when he leaned his arms on either side of my head. His face was so close that I could feel his lips moving against my mouth when he spoke.

"I didn't have to. But I wanted to. What are you so damn afraid of?"

Those sapphire eyes were watching me closely and he was still just inches away. I had no idea now that I thought about it. And right now, it was hard to even come up with a reason, even if I had one. His proximity made my knees weak.

"I don't fucking know," I mumbled.

"Then quit being afraid."

The elevator came to a halt and the moment was over. Ash followed me to my door, but waited in the hallway while I searched through my bedroom for clean clothes and something to put them in. It hit me that I hadn't even reflected on the fact that I was spending another night at Ash's place. It had felt so natural when he had said it at the dinner table, and it was hard to hard to even comprehend that I was feeling so calm about it. Then I remembered the rest of the sentence and a shiver ran down my spine, ambivalence and excitement mingled together. I was supposed to make it up to him. Whatever that meant, I wanted to. Hastily I shoved my clothes into a plastic bag that I found crumpled in a corner and turned around to walk back.

The door to the bedroom was blocked by Ash, who was playing with a black neck-tie in his hands. Where did he get that from? It was from the coat rack, I realized. I had one hanging there in case I needed it for work. He looked me up and down and a devilish smile grazed his lips.

"Drop the bag," he said calmly.

"What?" was the only thing coming out of my mouth.

He took two steps towards me and took the bag from me and dropped in on the floor.

"I found this in the hallway," he said, holding up the tie in front of me. "So I thought why not have some fun with it?"

He took another step, and another, making me walk backwards until my knees hit the end of my bed. I was stuck between the bed and Ash, and he placed his index finger under my chin, angling my face up to him.

"Cross your wrists in front of you."

His voice was like honey. I obeyed in an instant and Ash wrapped the tie around both my wrists, finishing with a double knot. Things started to quiver inside me. He looked at me with a gaze that would have burned me to ashes and licked his lips. Then he pressed me against him with one arm around my waist and kissed me, fierce and intense. My hands were squeezed between our bodies, and I could feel both my own hardening cock and his erection press against them. My desire for him blazed up inside me and I wanted him to touch me, wanted to feel his skin, the strength of his hands. He bit my lip hard, making me moan and I grinded myself against him. If he touched my cock now I would cum in seconds. The tie was chafing, and it made me turned on and frustrated all at once.

"Please... touch me," I breathed.

"Aww, you ask so politely," Ash purred, licking the skin just beneath my earlobe and a flash of pleasure shot right down to my aching cock. "But we have a cab waiting."

He let me go and picked up the bag from the floor, digging out at hoodie and draped it over my bound hands and handed me the bag. So, I was actually supposed to ride the cab with my hands tied?

"You're a fucking tease," I growled panting, and tried not to get the bag to bounce against my poor dick as I tried to walk.

"I know," he smiled innocently and stepped into the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, he pulled me close again, pressed his thigh in between my legs and began to rub my erection so intense that I groaned out loud. He was relentless and seemed completely focused on teasing me, because as soon as the doors opened again it was like nothing happened. He calmly stepped into the backseat of the cab and I sat down unsteadily next to him, making sure that I was hiding both the bulge in my pants and the fact that my hands were bound with a damn necktie. The car made a turn and sped up on the freeway and Ash looked out the window, seemingly detached. I tried to calm myself.

Then I saw his hand discretely wander over the seat, slide under the hoodie in my lap and his hand grabbed the inside of my thigh so hard that I muffled a curse. He was still looking out the window, but with a hint of a smile in his eyes. His fingers slithered upwards to my groin, digging into the fabric. I wanted to scream at him to grab my cock, to hand-fuck me right then and there, but I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes tightly as he let his fingertips glide over my hardness in light motions. This was pure torture.

When the cab pulled up at our destination and we got out I was so horny my head spun and with every step the bag bounced against my cock, making it hard not to moan.

"F-fuck you, Ash," I grunted, wishing the elevator had light-speed so we could finally get to his place, and I was free to pounce him to get what I wanted.

He just laughed his dusky laugh, and when he opened the door I all but fell inside. I thought he would loosen the tie. That he would finally let me touch him now that we were alone in his apartment. But he didn't. Instead, he came up to me, tossed the bag and the hoodie I was holding on the floor and pinned me against the wall. I tried to touch him with my tied hands, but he just smacked them away.

"I'm the one touching you now," he mumbled darkly and grabbed my wrists in one hand, pressing them to the wall over my head.

His voice alone almost made me cum. That glimmering heat just under that calm demeanor was like gasoline. He gazed down at me and smiled greedily and bent down to bite my earlobe. I whimpered at the amazing feeling.

"You sound frustrated, kitten," he hummed in my ear.

"Damnit, Ash, I'm going crazy here," I said in agony and rolled my hips towards him.

His other hand landed on my hip and pressed it backwards hard against the wall so I couldn't move an inch.

"I told you you'd be making it up to me for not believing that I could behave. So that's what you're gonna do now. You're gonna let me have some fun with you. Be my plaything."

I was so turned on my brain didn't work anymore, I didn't care that I didn't understand what he meant. He could do whatever he wanted with me, as long as he made me cum. He met my gaze again and licked my lower lip hungrily, pressed his tongue between my lips and ravished my mouth. It was wet, reckless, and so intoxicating to feel the saliva smear all over my mouth and I gasped.

"I'm gonna let your hands free now," Ash growled into my mouth. "But if you move, you go home, understood?"

I nodded feverishly and my hands were lowered in front of me, and he untied the necktie with one swift move. When my hands were loose, I let them hang along my sides and glanced up at him for acknowledgement that I was doing it right. He looked pleased and cocked his head while pulling a hand through his black hair.

"You got way too many clothes on, you know that? I gotta do something about that, otherwise I can't do what I want. Do you wanna know what I'm gonna do?"

"Yeah, I do," I said, my voice shaky, my body buzzing with excitement.

He let both his hands glide under the hem of my t-shirt and slowly pulled it up.

"I'm gonna touch you. Feel your muscles tense up under my fingers when I do this."

He rolled my nipples between his fingers, and I whimpered with desire. The t-shirt was pulled over my head and landed on the floor. He continued down to my pants and unbuttoned the first button.

"I'm gonna touch your cock."

Button.

"Lick it."

Button.

"Feel the taste of your pre-cum when I suck you."

My legs were trembling when the last button came loose and he pulled down my jeans and underwear.

"Ohh... fuck..." I let out slowly.

I was naked in front of Ash with my back against the wall and I was so turned on that my vision was blurring. He leaned in closer again and placed his cheek against mine.

"You're so fucking sexy standing here, with such a superbly hard cock," he whispered in my ear and his fingernails trailed my shaft. "You want me to take it in my mouth, pretty one?"

"Yeah..." I groaned aloud and forced myself to not just grab him and push him down.

Instead, I watched as he sank down to his knees and I held my breath not to cum just by the mere sight of it. With a firm grip he placed his fingers around the base of my cock, and I grunted in satisfaction when he spat on it, saliva running down the tip. That brutal and raw act was just so insanely hot. He licked the clear liquid, a string of saliva hanging between my cock and his lips as he looked up at me. Then he took me slow, unbearably slow, all the way down his throat, just to let my cock glide out again equally slow.

"Nnh... Ahh.. s-so f-fuccking good..." I gasped and cursed incoherently. "Y-you're... killing me... H-harder..."

Instead of heading to my plea he just sucked me even slower and started to massage that wonderful spot just behind my balls. His piercing circled my tip and suddenly he took me hard and fast into his mouth. But as soon as my legs started to shake of the impending orgasm he stopped, licked me calmly along my shaft and I banged the back of my head against the wall in frustration and held-back ecstasy.

"Fuuck, Ash, pleeeease..." I whimpered, clawing my fingernails over the wall.

Hard, deep sucking and I was balancing on the edge again, begging. Then the slow licking. Ash hummed loudly, the vibrations resonating in his mouth and into my cock.

"L-let me c-cum, damn you..." I stuttered between my teeth.

"No... not yet..." Ash murmured and kissed the tip of my cock.

He suddenly got up from the floor. I caught a glimpse of the dark glow in his eye just before he quickly turned me around, so I faced the wall. What was he up to? His hand found its way to my aching cock, stroking it slowly, and he placed his other hand on my hip and kissed my neck. Desire was burning inside me and when he pulled my hips towards him, and I felt his rock hard erection glide over my ass my breath hitched.

What had been a dirty word, something unthinkable that I would never ever try, was right now the thing that made me mad with lust for him. I wanted him inside me, wanted him to claim me. Fuck me. The realization was so deep that the moan that came out of me was barely human. Ash slowly stroked his cock up and down between my ass cheeks, as if he knew what I had just realized.

"You want me now, don't you?" he whispered low in my ear, his breath hot over my skin.

"God, yes..."

"Then you'll get me."