Taming Ashley Page 5

  Morgan furrowed his brow at the unexpected news. It was a bad time for a breakdown. He looked at the sleek white jet, its engine dismantled, parts arranged carefully on a workbench just beneath it.

  "What about the helicopter?" Morgan asked. The mechanic shook his head slowly.

  "Sir, that thing hasn't been fit to fly in a while. We haven't bothered keeping up its certification since the runway was put in." Morgan ran a palm over his stubble and inhaled through one side of his mouth. It was at least an eight hour drive to the nearest airport. That meant eight hours in the car with Ashley Aston. Eight hours wondering whether he should turn back and take her back to the ranch and never let her go. He pushed the thought away. "Call me as soon as the part is in. I need this bird to fly."

  The mechanic gave a slight nod before Morgan turned and walked to the Jeep he had driven down from the house. Hopping in he started the engine and peeled away.

  As the wind tousled his hair over the windshield, Morgan wondered how he was going to endure the next few days. With no way of getting off the ranch except to drive he couldn't very well leave Ashley here on her own. But the prospect of fighting off his desire for her for the next forty eight hours was more than even he could endure. Slamming on the brakes, the Jeep ground to a halt in front of the house sending a cloud of dust sailing up into the air from behind it.

  Morgan looked up at the window of his guests bedroom. The light was on. He'd have to explain the situation to her somehow. She deserved that much.

  Walking calmly up the stairs, Morgan rehearsed his speech carefully, considering every possibility, every turn the conversation could take. When he reached the door it was slightly ajar, but he knocked loudly and waited for a response.

  When Ashley opened the door, Morgan had to catch his breath. It was as if he were looking at a completely different woman, not the one he'd brought to his ranch those short few days ago. Her face had softened and her eyes, still filled with her stubborn spirit, now gazed up at him with a humility that he hadn't seen there before. Morgan took a deep breath in the hopes that it would strengthen his resolve.

  "The plane..." Morgan began, the second part of his sentence stolen by the beautiful look of submission he saw on the young woman. Tearing his gaze away, he looked to one side while finishing what he had to say. "There's a part problem. It'll be a couple of days. I can drive you to the airport. It's eight hours away. Or..." he looked back up to see that Ashley Aston's eyes had widened in anticipation at there being another option, "...or, you can stay here until the part arrives. Like I said, it'll be a couple of days."

  Ashley's expression shifted, her face swimming in the pleasure of the knowledge that she would have two whole days to show Morgan Kennings how obedient she could be.

  "I'll stay. Sir. I'll stay." She lowered her eyes towards the ground, tilting her head forward slightly. Morgan felt the surge of a long forgotten thrill at seeing a woman, one who'd been so head-strong, bending to and begging for his will.

  "There are some rules we haven't yet talked about," Morgan said, watching Ashley's eyes come back up to his with eager interest. "You are not to wander about the house yourself. You are welcome to be in the living room, the kitchen when I'm there with you, but when I'm out of the house you are to be in your room and your room only. Is that understood?"

  Ashley nodded her head silently at Morgan's command.

  "Good. Now go to your room. I'll let you know when it's time for dinner."

  "Yes sir," Ashley whispered as Morgan turned to walk through the room. The two simple words sent another swell of desire pulsing through his body but he resisted the impulse to turn around and take the young woman right then and there and walked out the door.

  As he walked into the kitchen, Morgan reached out a hand to steady himself on the kitchen counter. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, steadying himself and fighting the urge to return to the young woman who was waiting for him upstairs. He turned his head slowly and looked at the door leading to the basement. Another surge of adrenaline coated fear at what lay beyond.

  Morgan straightened up, his hand leaving the counter top and clenching into a fist at his side. It was time to open the door that had been closed for twenty years. Something about it just felt right. He walked towards the drawer at the other end of the counter, opened it and slipped his hand beneath the stack of old papers lying there. The familiar shape of the small key beneath his fingers sent another jolt through his body, making the nerves dance in his fingers and toes.

  He walked slowly towards the door, each step more difficult than the last, until his fingers were wrapped around the cold metal of the round knob. The key slid inside easily and Morgan closed his eyes as he turned it and heard the long forgotten click of the lock on the other side.

  His hand reached for the light switch and soon the stairs leading down to the basement were bathed in the dim light of the weak bulb in the lamp on the ceiling. The stairs creaked slightly under his weight and as he walked down them his body swam in the memory of the excitement that lay at the end.

  When he had made it down, Morgan took another deep breath and scanned the walls. Everything was exactly as he had remembered it. Long, thin, black whips arranged neatly in a row hanging from the wall. Cuffs, dusty now from years of being left untouched hung beside them and in the center of the room was the massive bed, ties attached to each of the four posts lay in perfectly straight lines.

  Morgan felt the memory of every intimate encounter he'd had with his wife clutching at his throat, the sting of hot tears welling in his eyes. Then, a sound behind him, footsteps, made him spin around.

  Ashley Aston stood there at the foot of the stairs, staring at the implements on the wall, her eyes wide with panic or excitement or surprise, he couldn't tell which.

  "I told you to wait in your room!" Morgan thundered. Ashley cowered at the sound of his voice, the first time she'd heard anything but calm, even tones coming from his mouth.

  "I'm sorry, sir," she whispered, turning her eyes down to look at the ground. Her body hummed with nervous excitement and fear at having disobeyed his order. She had gone to get a glass of water and saw the door to the downstairs opened and the light beyond and despite her desire to submit to his will, to obey his commands, her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Now, the prospect of his discipline made her even more excited, the raw power of his anger filling the room.

  Morgan took a step forward, anger at the girl's disobedience settling over him in a thick fog of rage. He lifted a hand to grab her and punish her for her insolence but something inside made him stop and steady himself. She was here. She had seen it, seen his deepest secret. And she was beautiful, standing there ready for her punishment, ready to obey. He took a deep breath, then another, the cool air of the basement soothing his rage. He could not punish her like this, in this state. He had to be in control.

  Control. A sudden surge of lust swept through him at the thought of Ashley in this room, ready to submit to his desire. Ready to be used for his pleasure. The boiling rage that had bubbled to the surface ebbed at the thought and he felt himself growing as he looked down at the girl.

  "Undress." The quiet word made Ashley look up with wide eyes. But her hands went almost immediately to the hem of her shirt and she pulled it up and over her head, letting it fall in a crumpled heap on the floor. Morgan's eyes roamed the young woman's curves and his cock swelled with excitement at what he saw. She pushed her pants down over the curve of her hips and let them fall to her ankles, stepping out of them and to one side.

  Morgan took a step to one side and began a slow circle around Ashley, who stood there staring straight ahead and enjoying the heat of his gaze on her body. She felt the same rush of pleasure she'd last felt when he'd been disciplining her by the lake after she'd seen him washing himself, naked. A thick wetness began between her legs and her body craved the older man's firm touch. Having moved around her, Morgan came up behind her. The sweet scent of her creamy white skin made him h
arden even more.

  "Take the rest off."

  Ashley slowly peeled off the white underwear she was wearing. As she bent down, Morgan almost growled at the way her ass opened, revealing the flesh of the crevice between her legs. When she stood back up, it was all he could do to keep his hands off her, to keep from throwing her onto the bed and piercing her soft flesh. She reached back, fumbling slightly with the strap of her bra, her hands shaking with nervous excitement. After a few seconds, the older man grew impatient, swatted her away, then with a hand on each side of the strap, tore it apart.

  Ashley gasped as she felt the cool air of the room now on her whole body. She looked down to see her nipples stiff with anticipation of what was going to happen next. Morgan Kennings stepped closer, feeling the heat emanating from Ashley's body, his conflicted emotions suddenly cast away at the sight of the beautiful, curvy woman standing naked in front of him. His body knew what it wanted and he slipped into the moment and let instinct take over.

  Tearing his shirt off his chest, he spun Ashley around. Her eyes, wide now with excitement, met his but closed as he moved closer to the woman. Their lips locked, Morgan plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, searching for hers. His strong hands came up and grabbed her arms, moving her slowly backwards towards the bed.

  Ashley's pulse thundered in her chest as she felt herself being lowered onto the mattress behind her. When she opened her eyes again, Morgan stood before her his muscles rippling, his cock engorged and ready to take her innocence.

  He bent down and began crawling towards her, pushing her thighs apart with one massive hand. As his legs moved between hers, Ashley stared at the head of his massive member. A shiver of fear mixed coated in excitement ran through her at the thought that soon it would be inside her, spreading the moist walls of her sex and pushing deep into her body.

  As Morgan's mouth moved towards her breasts, he bent down low and grabbing one of her large breasts with his hand, he put his lips to the taut nipple. Ashley winced at the unexpected pleasure the pain of his touch brought, then felt herself get wetter as his tongue spun long, lazy circles around the bud. He moved to her other breast and did the same, and she couldn't help but reach up and run her hands across his broad shoulders, the feeling of his flexed muscles sending surges of heat from her fingers to the rest of her body.

  The sensation of her touching him made Morgan look up. With a guttural grunt, he let go of her breast and put a fist on either side of her, pulling his body up further until the head of his cock touched her soaked lips. Ashley let out a whimper as her body felt, for the first time, what it was like to have a man this close to it. She felt her knees moving up as her instincts took over and her body spread open for the man she'd learned to call 'sir'.

  Morgan, sensing her willingness, lost himself to the moment completely. A hand reached out and grasped a fistful of Ashley's hair, tugging at it so her head tilted back, exposing her neck. Leaving his stiff cock hovering at her sex, he bent down and locked his lips on the creamy skin of her neck, sucking and kissing at it loudly.

  The pain of having her hair pulled so tightly, together with the heat of his lips on her skin drove Ashley wild with desire and she reached behind the muscular man, grabbing his tight buttocks and pulling him in closer. She felt the tip of his cock as it spread the folds of her flesh, pushing them apart like the petals of a flower.

  Morgan felt the muscles in his pelvis tighten as he the moist walls of the young woman's folds opened for him. As his head slipped slowly into her, he resisted the urge to thrust in completely. As the rim of his massive head slipped into her further, he felt the soft resistance of the membrane, still unbroken.

  Ashley gasped again as the older man stopped short of piercing her completely. Her body craved nothing more than to be taken, broken and impaled by the searing rod at her middle. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up to see Morgan staring down at her. For a few seconds, the pair stared into each others eyes, as if searching for anything else the moment could offer. But Morgan couldn't contain himself any longer. With another throaty growl he yanked the young woman's head back again, revelling in the moan it elicited and pushed himself into her, splitting the soft flesh between her legs in two.

  A flash of pain tore through her as the thin flesh inside her broke and Ashley let out a yelp. But the pain quickly waned as more hot liquid spilled from in between her legs and she began to feel the full length of Morgan's shaft begin to glide slowly into her. Her body began to shudder as the lips of her slick slit were pushed apart and she began to moan loudly. Morgan, sensing her intense arousal, drove himself in faster, feeling the tight warmth of her pussy flexing around his cock.

  Ashley's hips began to move, her thighs crawling along Morgan's back, her body begging for more and more of him. Just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take any more, that he had filled her completely, she felt him touch the end of her canal and felt the warmth of his sack on her round ass.

  Morgan yanked her hair again, this time to the other side so she was facing him, and locked his lips on hers again. The warm wetness of his lips locked on her own and Ashley's moan was muffled in his mouth. Slowly, Morgan began moving between her legs, his cock sliding along her walls, making her his.

  Ashley's back began to arch as the pleasure of Morgan's member splitting her began to take over. The pitch of her moans grew as she approached her own climax and her hips began to buck, her tight opening clenching around the thick rod inside her, her body desperate to drain it of its gift.

  "Oh God..." Ashley breathed as the pace of Morgan's thrusts quickened. She could hear the wet sounds of him sliding inside her and it made her even more aroused. The muscles in her core tightened as she looked down to see his body driving against her flesh. "Oh...I'm going to..." the words trickled out of her mouth but she couldn't finish the sentence before the first waves of her orgasm began to crash into her body.

  Morgan grunted as he felt the young virgin tighten around him, his hot, white gift already coursing towards his shaft. Ashley's eyes opened wide for a split second and he looked down into them and saw the pleasure flooding through her.

  Ashley's hands crept back onto the older man's firm ass and she pulled at him, begging him to push deeper inside her body. Her mouth opened, her eyes closed tight and she threw her head back as a massive orgasm ripped through her, wetness coating Morgan's stiff cock and her scream piercing the silence of the room.

  The feeling of her tightening around him was too much for Morgan. As his hips thrust faster in between her generous thighs, he threw his head back and felt the first spurts of his seed begin to coat her insides. He opened his mouth and let out a massive roar as the orgasm shook him to the core, his cock draining into Ashley's slick slit.

  Just as she was floating down from the heights of her orgasm, Ashley felt the massive man begin to release inside her. A flutter of adrenaline coursed through her veins at the thought that there was nothing between his hot white seed and the fertile, untouched walls of her womb, but as he began to explode into her, her lips melted into a smile and she wrapped her legs as tightly as she could around his back, letting him drain his precious gift into her. As his thrusting subsided, she kept her hold on him until he stopped completely and collapsed onto her with a groan and a sigh, the sweat from his body running down hers.

  Ashley's smile grew as she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling in her middle. Nothing could possibly feel better than this.

  ***

  "Would you like your coffee now?" Ashley asked quietly, not wanting to disturb her husband as he perused the Sunday paper. Morgan looked up, over the rim of his glasses, and smiled.

  "Yes. Thank-you."

  "You're welcome. I'm going to get lunch started. Do you need anything else?" Ashley asked, placing the cup on a saucer on the table in front of him.

  "No. I'm fine," Morgan said, eyeing his wife as she cleared the breakfast plates. He couldn't help but smile. "Come here." The order was firm, but gentle
and Ashley immediately put the plates down on the table and walked over towards him, putting an arm around his shoulder and leaning down to kiss him on the lips. "Do you need help?" Morgan asked, his hand running down her round belly.

  "Absolutely not. You've worked hard all week. Read your paper. Lunch will be ready soon," Ashley replied.

  Morgan smiled up at her and she leaned down again and kissed him, then turned around, picked up the plates she'd left on the table and walked towards the kitchen.

  Morgan Kennings let out a sigh. It had been a long time since he'd felt this...right.

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