Beast's Demands (Crude Hill High 3)

She reached her pussy, her fingers grazing across the small nub of her clit. That one touch, and she arched up just a little. A single jolt of a reaction, but it was enough for me to want more.

Quickly, she pulled her hand away as if she had been scolded, and that simply wouldn’t do. Not for me.

“Touch your pussy. Stroke your clit.”

“I don’t know what your game is.”

“Have you ever thought, Ashley, that you just need to come?” I chuckled at the death glare she gave me. “You can hate me all you want, but it’s not going to stop the fact you’re going to be playing with your pussy until you come. The moment you stop, I’ll get my cock out, and I’ll find more ways to enjoy myself.”

She stroked her clit.

The inexperience of her touch was clear to see.

I wanted to taste her. To slide my tongue through her pussy and taste her exploding on my tongue. Instead, I held myself back, allowing her to become accustomed to her own touch. Waiting for the pleasure to take over.

Ashley kept closing her eyes. Only for a few seconds, but it was enough for me to know she felt the tension build. The desire curling within her gut. The deep-seated need to take what she wanted.

She was angry. Alone. Helpless. There was power inside her, and I wanted her to learn to tap into that, to be able to take what she wanted without thinking.

Seconds passed.

Minutes.

Finally, she sank against the sofa. Her head flung back, eyes closed as she rocked against her hand.

I allowed myself the pleasure of watching her. The way her cunt went slick. She was soaking wet as she released a moan. I wanted to hear my name on her lips, but I waited. This was about her.

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.