Chapter 30

He ignored her, continuing his assault. She barely noticed when his wandering fingers moved up her ass to the puckered hole of her anus. She tried to move when she felt him begin to massage her there, but he held her immobile. His feet, on the inside of hers, stopped her from closing her legs and the heavy hand on her back prevented her from standing. She was forced to submit to whatever ministrations he chose to play out on her body.
"Ash!" she gasped as pleasure streaked uncontrollably through her. "What are you doing to me?"
"I promised," he grunted, forcing his thumb through the soapy outer ring of her asshole. "That I would make you come harder than ever before. Now, come for me, baby."
As his thumb slid into her ass, his other fingers continued to torture her engorged clit. Anya keened wildly, her hips bucking under his hands as she came for him, harder than she'd done ever before. Her body collapsed forward in a boneless heap. He caught her, sliding an arm under her waist. With his other hand he reached past her and picked up a condom wrapper from next to the shampoo dispenser.
Anya whimpered, knowing her battered body was about to take another round of intense pounding. She craved it with every fibre of her being, knowing it was going to be a wild ride.
Ash chuckled darkly and kissed the spot between her shoulder blades after he'd rolled the condom on. "You're so tiny compared to me, we aren't going to be able to do this the old fashioned way."
Anya straightened and tried to turn around.
"No, babe, I want you from behind. I want access to that perfect little asshole."
Anya blushed and allowed him to push her back around. He lifted her onto the bench, until she was kneeling on the smooth stone tile. He pushed her upper body back down. She was facing away from him, her head down, cheek pressed against the bench. He widened her stance as much as he could in the close confines.
Suddenly nervous, Anya tilted her face up and whispered, "You aren't going to you know? Put that thing in my"
He grinned at her. "Eventually I plan on taking you there, but not today. You aren't ready for that yet. I am going to take that delicious pussy again, Anya. And I'm going to put my thumb back in your ass, because I love the sounds you make when I do that."
"Oh" she trailed off, her face flushed bright red. But she didn't protest. He definitely pushed her boundaries, but she loved everything he'd done to her so far.
She cried out when she felt the incredible pressure of his cock seeking entrance into her tight pussy. Her body stretched around him, taking him a little easier than before. She began to relax when the pain she had anticipated was more like a delicious pinch as he slid easily into her body. This time he fucked her with long, leisurely strokes. The slap of his wet body against hers rang in her ears, turning her on even more. She wished she could see what they looked like, as he took her from behind like that, but the steam from the shower obscured the mirror across the room.
She tensed a little when she felt cold squirt of shampoo hit her ass. Ash ran his fingers through the gel and then glided them up and down her ass crack. She moaned, knowing what he would do, anticipating the invasion, but fearing it too. He kneaded her ass cheek with his other hand, pushing and pulling the flesh, exposing her anus to his excited gaze.
Anya was so wet she could barely contain the explosive orgasm that was building up inside her. She reached between their bodies and began running her fingers over her clit. She reached even further and touched his testicles, where they slapped against her thighs with each thrust.
"Yeah baby," he groaned above her. "Touch yourself for me, make yourself come."
Then, as promised, he slid his thumb into her anal passage and began massaging her from the inside while he fucked her. Anya did as he demanded, touching herself, rubbing her clit with harder and harder strokes. She moaned and cried out at the sensations that spiralled through her body. She reached out and grabbed the edge of the bench and shoved herself back on his cock as hard as she could. His thumb twisted in her ass. She screamed, high and long as she came, white stars exploding in her vision.
"Fuck, babe," she heard him snarl. He took his thumb out of her body and, clutching her hips in both hands, began to pump his cock into her body with fast, hard strokes.
She lay limp beneath him, taking the pounding and enjoying the lingering orgasmic bites of pure bliss with each stroke of his body in hers. She cushioned her head in her arms and sighed. Finally, after another few minutes and another quieter orgasm on her part, he finished. His body tensed over hers and he gripped her hips so tightly she knew she would have bruises. He shuddered and emptied his semen into the condom wedged deep within her body.
He collapsed forward, his chest resting against her back, hand against the shower wall to keep himself from crushing her. After a few moments, when he regained his breath, he leaned back, pulling out of her. She lay passively, too tired to move, as he stepped out of the shower to dispose of the condom. She moaned in protest when he picked her up off the bench and insisted she stand on her own two feet while he cleaned her again. This time he also took the time to wash her hair and wipe the makeup off her face.
He even knelt at her feet, the way she had done with him. He lifted her small feet into his hands and carefully scrubbed each toe, watching her face as he touched each one.
"You're exhausted," he announced when he had lifted her from the shower, set her on the bath mat and proceeded to dry her.
"You know, I am a grown up woman, Ash," she said grumpily with a yawn. "I'm perfectly capable of doing things for myself."
He smiled down at her after he had dried her hair a little too enthusiastically for her liking. "Maybe," he replied, "but I like doing things for you. Maybe if you become dependant, then I won't have to worry about you taking off on me all the time."
She frowned up at him, her eyes starting to drift shut. "That sounds pretty much like Stockholm Syndrome, buddy. Am I being kidnapped here?"
He snorted. "Considering your brother knows where I live, has his enforcers sitting outside of my home, and most likely has the place bugged too, the answer to that would seem very obvious. Now hush, that kind of talk can get me killed. We're just going to bed. No kidnapping here."
Anya giggled and allowed him to swing her up in his arms and carry her to his bed. She snuggled deep into the comforter. She was in the process of planning a sassy comeback when she felt him climb into the bed with her and gather her up against him. She drifted asleep to the feel of his lips gliding across her forehead.