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She nods again.

“Do you think I’d ask for sex?”

She shakes her head. “No. That’s the last thing you’d ask for. Either I give it willingly or you don’t want it.”

“How do you know me so well?”

She puts her hands on my shoulders and then rests her head on my chest, like we’re slow-dancing to the music of a captured sea. “We’re complements, you and I. Aren’t we?”

“Yes, you bring me to perfection.”

“I love my date.”

“It’s not over yet. We’re still in the first tunnel. Should we keep going?”

“Yes, but I’m afraid of what comes after.”

“Of me?”

“No.”

And that’s all she says as she pulls back and takes my hand. I let it go because she was referring to tomorrow. She walks forward, leading me away from our moment and back into our date.

We marvel at the fish. We walk through the tunnel and stop at all the tanks, and we look up at the sharks swimming above us with our mouths gaping open like children. We talk about the ocean and beaches we’ve visited and how many gallons of water are in these tanks. I hold her hand the entire time. She points at sea turtles. She makes a face at the Komodo dragon and quakes a bit when I point out the golden crocodile and the giant snake swimming in the water. She sits in front of the luminescent jellyfish for so long I have to pull her away. She lies on her stomach over the concrete bench around the stingrays and reaches down to touch them and then squeals and pulls back exclaiming they are slimy. I get her a stuffed pink dolphin and Kate an orange and white Nemo clownfish from the gift shop and leave a fifty-dollar bill on the counter.

She is happy.

Tomorrow isn’t even a blip on her radar when we leave the gurgling sounds of the underwater oasis behind and climb back into the car so we can be shuffled back to the Four Seasons. She leans into me the entire ride up the elevator, and then we stop and check in on Kate, but she’s sound asleep after drinking herself into a breast milk coma.

“I’ll come back and get her in a few hours,” I tell the babysitter.

And then I lead Ashleigh across the hall, pull her into our suite, and push her against the wall. “It’s time to end the date, Ash. Tell me what kind of promise you can give and I’ll hand over a kiss.”

She takes a deep breath and tilts her chin. The light is low in here, but her eyes sparkle a bit as she studies my face. “I can do a phone number.”

I lean down and touch my lips to her cheek, lingering for a moment, letting her warmth radiate into me, then pull back. “I can manage a peck.”

“Is it good enough for now?”

“It’s more than enough. Do you trust me, Ashleigh?” I ask her one more time.

“Yes,” she replies immediately. “I do, Ford.”

“Good,” I tell her as I stroke her cheek. “I’m so glad,” I whisper in her ear, sending a shiver down her entire body. I untie the ribbon around her throat that’s holding up her dress and the red fabric flutters to her waist, exposing her breasts to me. I squeeze, but this time I am kind and considerate and gentle. They are hard and full and the milk drips out. She moans because they are tender, even though my touch is light. “I will be very careful with you tonight, Ashleigh. The spankings might hurt for a moment, but I promise to fully satisfy you many times.”

I kneel down and slip my hand over the top of her foot. She bites her lip and sucks in some air. I unbuckle her straps and slide it off, my fingertips lightly caressing the high arch and then her heel. She gasps again when I repeat the whole act on the other foot. Her dress is being held up only by the curve of her hips. It takes nothing more than a slight tug to make it whoosh to the floor at her feet. I lean forward and nibble her inner thigh and slip my hand around and cup her ass. I move up to the v between her legs and I bite her there too, gently, just above her most sensitive spot.

This time she moans.

“Do not come, Ashleigh.” She’s very close and I’ve barely touched her.

She bites her lip and nods her head, but her eyes are closed. I stand up before she loses control and brush the hair away from her eyes. “Your nightwear is in the hall bathroom. Go put it on and join me in the bedroom when you’re done.”

I watch her as she walks off, her hips swaying gently, her thighs brushing against each other, like she’s trying to stimulate herself. I smile at that. Because the first one will be easy. The first one will come out in a gush. She will writhe and scream. She will buckle her back and open her legs wider as she says my name over and over when I suck on her pussy. And then she’ll be primed and ready for the more adventurous things I have planned for her tonight.

I’m going to take Ashleigh Li. I’m going to own her body in every way imaginable. I’m going to take her from behind. From above. From below. She’s going to beg me for more, beg for my cock in her mouth, and beg me to do it again and again and again.

She will
never
forget me, even if she does walk out of my life tomorrow.

Chapter Thirty-Two

The master bedroom in our suite has a vast view of the Strip. I turn out all the lights and enjoy it for a moment, then flick on two small sconces above the headboard. The light is soft and amber in color. It will shower Ashleigh’s beautiful body with golden light. At the foot of the bed is a bench upholstered in a plush light blue fabric that accentuates the aqua and cream color scheme of the room. There are some small throw pillows on the bed and I put a few within easy reach of the bench.

When I turn around to check on her, she’s already there. Standing in the doorway wearing a black baby doll top that presents her full breasts, then flows down and stops just at her hips. Her panties are also black and are fully exposed.

I smile. A dimpled smile, but not a creepy one that says
I’m gonna fuck you
. It’s a sincere one that says, “You are fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she says softly.

I look down at her feet and notice she didn’t put the shoes on. “I don’t like them,” she explains when she notices my gaze.

“I have no complaints, Ashleigh.” I beckon her with my fingers. “Come here.” She bites her lip and then takes a deep breath and walks over and takes my hand. I lead her over to the bench at the foot of the bed. “Sit down.”

She sits.

And she is the perfect height to do fun things with my
package
, as she likes to call it. She looks at my dick as it grows under my suit trousers, and then tips her head up to me.

Holy fuck, she is stunning. Her eyes are dark with makeup, but not too dark. Her lips are not glossy with lipstick anymore like they were at the start of the evening, but they are still stained a nice red color and that plump pout she has makes me want to nibble on them.

I control myself. I’ve lasted this long and I’ve planned her first real experience with me perfectly. Taking her in a fit of desire comes much later.

I pull one side of the bench away from the foot of the bed and straddle it. She watches everything I do, her chest moving up and down a little faster now. I imagine the adrenaline coursing through her body perfectly matches my own. “Get on your knees, Ashleigh. Place your chest on the bench and face me so I can see your eyes.”

Her tongue flicks her upper lip and her breathing quickens, but she obeys without talking and lowers herself down to her knees and does exactly what I ask.

That turns me on so fucking bad, the fact that she will submit without me asking. It’s like a gift. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, then opens them again because she knows I want to watch her watch me. “Are you ready?”

She nods first. “Yes. Ten spankings.”

“Pull your panties down, Ashleigh. And leave them around your knees.”

She keeps her chest on the bench and reaches back to pull down her black lace panties. The baby doll lingerie flutters below her stomach as she moves and then her ass is bare. I push the fabric up her back to get the full view of her curves.

“Would you like me to count for you? Or can you manage that tonight?”

She licks her lip again and if she doesn’t stop that, I’m gonna lean down and bite her. “I can manage.”

“Put your hands wherever you want, but once they’re there, you may not move them. Understand?”

“Yes.” She brings them up and then clasps them together at the small of her back.

I love her.

My left hand drags a few stray wisps of hair away from her face so I can see her better. She senses the pleasure she’s giving me and smiles just as my right hand comes down on her right cheek with a loud smack.

She moans as I watch her ass turn red. “One.”

She is perfect.

I massage her ass where the handprint forms and just as she relaxes a little I bring my hand down again on her left cheek.

“Two,” she says before the moan this time.

Now both cheeks are red and I massage them in firm circles. My fingers slip between her legs and she opens up a little, moaning even more as I play with her folds. I slip a finger inside her and she is so wet I withdraw immediately so she won’t come. “Did it hurt, Ash?”

“No,” she says immediately. “Not this time.”

“Tell me, Ashleigh. Tell me how it made you feel.”

“Oh,” she moans. “It was like last night in the bathroom. It felt so good, the pain was left behind.”

“Get up off the floor and stand in front of me. I owe you a reward.”

She stands up and the panties around her knees fall to the floor.

I change my position so I’m not straddling the bench anymore, but sitting normally, right in front of her. “Come here,” I say softly as I open my legs up to give her room. She inches forward and her legs are brushing against mine, causing a flicker of excitement to erupt through my whole body. I reach up to the strap on her left shoulder and pull it down, then do the same with the right. Her breasts are far too full to allow the lingerie to fall freely, so I use both hands to pull the soft fabric down her arms and watch it flutter to the floor at her feet.

Her breasts. Holy fucking God, her breasts are spectacular.

I cup them, very softly. But she’s so full of milk they drip.

I growl with desire. “Is it too uncomfortable? Do you need to take care of this?” I ask in a low throaty voice that betrays every dirty thought running through my mind.

She shakes her head. “I’m fine.”

I squeeze a little harder then and she opens her mouth but it’s a whimper that makes my dick so hard I might explode before she does.

I get up off the bench and loosen my tie. She watches every move I make. I take it off and put it around her neck, then slide the knot up to her throat, not tight, but enough. It curves over her breasts and falls down her torso where it flirts with her belly button.

She takes a deep breath.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.”

She’s amazing.

I step out of her way and beckon to the bench. “Your turn to sit.” She turns around and takes a seat, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she swallows and finally tilts her head to look up at me. I put a few throw pillows behind her. “Lie back, Ash.”

She actually blushes a little and lets out a nervous giggle, but she bites it back as she chews on her lower lip and leans back, exposing herself to me.

“Open wider.”

She obeys, but she moans as she does it. I laugh. “I swear to God, Ashleigh, I will spank the shit out of you if you come before my tongue touches your clit.”

“Oh—”

I reach down and grab her nipple and squeeze. Milk shoots out and she gasps, but she stops moaning. “That was close. You are way too easy.”

“I’m desperate, Ford. Please, just lick me already!”

I kneel down in front of her legs and she moans again, so I get back up and go to the basket of essentials I asked the concierge to provide in the bedroom basket. There’s two black silk scarves in there and I bring them both over to her, setting one on the bed, and holding the other up to her face. She watches carefully. “I don’t want you to come until I tell you to, understand?”

She nods. “Yes,” she says as she tries to stay in control.

“You’re never gonna last, Ashleigh.”

She laughs. “I’m sorry, you—I just—Ford, just looking at you makes me come. I can’t help it.”

I shake the scarf. “Which is why we need this for now. I’ll take it off in a little bit, but for now, you need it. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.” She smiles up at me and I wonder if putting it on will make her release even quicker than leaving it off.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Just try your best.” I tie it around her eyes and let the long ends drape over her shoulders with her dark hair. I kneel down and her moaning starts immediately, I reach up and pinch her nipple again and this elicits a real whimper. A pain whimper and not an orgasmic one.

Round one to Ford.

I let go and part her legs, then lift them up and push her knees into her chest. Her scent is so erotic, I have to stop and breathe it in. It’s sweet and intoxicating. “Hold your legs open, please,” I ask her in a soft growl that betrays my hungry desire.

She obeys and I have to pinch her again to keep her focused.

She’s not gonna last another minute, so fuck it. We might as well get this one over with so we can move on. I lower my mouth to her pussy and she gets the kiss of her life as I suck on her clit.

She comes immediately. She gushes into my mouth. Her whimpers and moans are not about pain, even though I’m squeezing the shit out of that nipple. Her whole back buckles and her thighs clamp down on my head as her fingers fist my hair.

I push her legs apart forcefully and caress her inner thighs for a few seconds before pulling back and standing up. “You could’ve put off the next two spankings for quite a while if you held it in, but it’s too late now. Bend over the bench, Ashleigh. That’s two spankings for me and one orgasm for you.”

She whines as she pulls herself up from the bench and then kneels down, her hands behind her back, her face turned to the side. I straddle the bench again and pull her face closer to my crotch. Her breath is hot against my dick, even through the thick fabric of my trousers. “Do you know what number we’re on?”