Kinky Fuckery With The Outlaw

I wake up in a empty bed, the sun shining brightly thought the windows. Ashley! Why the hell has he opened the curtains. Speaking of which, where is he? I sit up, looking to my left to find a note.
HEY PRINCESS I'VE GONE TO THE STUDIO FOR A WHILE. YOUR OUTFIT IF ON THE CHAIR ALREADY FOR YOU. GET WASHED OR WHATEVER AND CHANGED. I'LL BE HOME AT DINNER SO GET IT READY - ASHLEY :) XXXXXX
I glance over at the clock. Shit! It's 11:30 and Ashley's going to be home soon. Shit!! I scramble out of bed at lighten speed, quickly slipping on Ashley 's shirt and boxers he's left on the floor, running downstairs. I turn the oven on and throw a ham and pineapple pizza in. Pizza has to do, I don't have enough time to do anything else. I quickly dart back upstairs, grabbing my clothes along the way, and into the bathroom. Once the water was running at the correct temperature I strip of and hop in. The warm water runs down my back instantly relaxing me.
I finally step out the shower a good 10-15 minutes later. I grab one of Ashley's black Egyptian cotton towels, a large one for my body and another smaller one to wrap around my hair. Once I finish securing the towline around my head and body, I walk to the sink where a makeup bag sits on top of a small cabinet.
I spend another good 10 minutes doing my makeup before changing into my maid outfit. I walk into the bedroom and blow dry my hair so it's almost dry, before jogging downstairs to get the pizza out.
Killer barks, startling me.
"What?"
He barks again and runs off. I shrug and pour Ashley a glass of Jack Daniels Tennessee whiskey.
Killer runs back in with a play toy in his mouth, dropping at my feet causing me to nearly trip over it as I place Ashley's food on the table. I pick the toy up and throw it. Killer barks and darts after it, Tokyo notices and chases him behind.
"I'm home," Ashley calls as the door opens before slamming shut. "Hey boys."
Ashley comes into the kitchen moments later, with both dogs trotting at the side of him.
"Hey Kitten," Ashley greets me with a peck on the lips.
"Hi."
Ashley suddenly slap my thigh. Hard. "Hi what?" he snarls.
"Hi Master," I squeak.
"Good girl," Ashley praises, sitting at the table where his food is. "Have you had anything to eat?"
"No Master," I murmur.
"Speak up Haven," Ashley informs me.
"No Master," I repeat a little more clearly.
"Get yourself something and you can sit with me," Ashley starts digging into his food.
I nod and head over to the fridge and cupboards, making myself a quick cheese and pickle sandwich. I join Ashley at the table, sitting across from him, wondering what he's thinking. Wondering what he might have planned for tonight.
"How was your day?" Ashley asks, breaking the long dead air between us.
"It was alright Master," I reply, remembering the Master part. "How was your day Master?"
"It was good thank you baby," Ashley smiles politely. "Did you get up to much today?"
"No Master. I slept in late."
"Bad girl," Ashley smirks darkly.
I bite my lip, going back to finishing off my dinner.
"Finish your food and wash up. I'll meet you upstairs in fifteen," he places his stuff by the sink before disappearing upstairs.
I quickly finish my dinner alone and wash and tidy the kitchen, including the dirty marks Ashley left on the floor with his boots. Throughout the whole time my mind wonders to what he's got lined up for tonight, maybe some kinky stuff.
"Haven!" Ashley calls.
"Coming," I murmur, quickly running upstairs.
I find him standing in only his jeans hanging loosely from his hips, supported by his 'Purdy' belt which hasn't been out for ages. He never wears it anymore. His perfectly tanned body and Outlaw tattoo on full display, definitely been working out. In his hand are a pair of handcuffs and a whip.
"Strip now," he commands.
"Yes Master," I tug my uniform over my head, tossing it onto the floor which learns a slap from Ashley with his whip.
"Pick it up."
I bend down, picking up my uniform, passing it to Ashley's extended arm.
"Good girl. Bed now," Ashley points over to the bed in the room where I was at the beginning of this relationship.
"Yes Master," I walk over to the bed, climbing on top.
Ashley follows, slapping the door on the way causing me to jump. He turns the light off, leaving only the bedside light on, leaving most of him in darkness. I bite my lip, watching as he walks over, yanking my arms up and tying them to the bed with the handcuffs.
"M-Master?" I whisper in a shaky voice.
"Yes Angel?"
"W-What are you going to do?" I whisper barely audible .
He sighs. "Haven just relax," he runs his hand smoothly over my stomach where the bruises from the other day are still visible. "Now open your legs."
I bite my lip harder, drawing a bit of blood, and obey his wish. He takes each ankle and ties them each to the bedframe so I'm like how I was on the first night I came into this room. Suddenly a harsh whip comes into contact with my stomach.
"Fuck!" I hiss. Exact same spot as the bruise. I groan in pain.
"Language Haven," Ashley growls, whipping me again on the same spot.
I groan loudly, arching my back in pain.
"What do you say?" he snarls whipping me 5 times on my body, twice of my stomach and two on my thighs before hitting my stomach one last time.
"Sorry," I hiss in pain.
"Hmmm," he drops the whip before leaning over my body, leaving small kisses everywhere. His hands roam up and down my sides and grabs my waist. "Hmmm."
"Master," I whisper. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Play with you babe," his lips move up to my nipple. "And tomorrow we have a doctors appointment. You're going on birth control and then we're going to come home and do some role play."
"What's role play?" I whisper.
"Hmm I love how clueless you are about all this. Role play is where we dress up and fuck, my favourite is the kitten. You dress up as a kitten with the ears and the tail and I'll be your Master and you have to do what I say. Or my other favourite is where you dress as a nurse or a police woman," Ashley runs his tongue over my breasts.
I shiver in pleasure. "What do I do if I'm a nurse or police woman?" I ask.
"Hmmm think about it darling. When your a nurse you have to make me better and when you're a police woman then you have to punish me for being a bad boy," he firmly bites my left nipple.
Punish him? As in getting to whip him and being in charge. Oh my... Then things could go the way I want and not do what he tells me. Hmm endless possibilities of what I could do to him suddenly flood into my head. Tie him up with the handcuffs, whip him, get him to follow my orders. The nurse might not be so much fun, I don't think I would get away with whipping him and giving him bruises, nurses make people better more than likely it would be giving him a blow job or something.
I groan softly.
"You'll love it Haven. Trust me," Ashley tells me.
"What are you going to do now?" I whisper.
"Fuck you with this," Ashley holds up a purple vibrator, which I can just see in the dim light.
I feel his fingers rub my clit.
"Hmm does taking about role play turn you on babe? Or does thinking about what you're going to do to me when your a nurse or cop turn you on?"
I let out a weak moan.
"I'll take it as a yes," he chuckles, squirting something cool into me.
I gasp. "What is..."
"Lube babe," Ashley answers my half spoken question.
"Why do I need that?"
Ashley groans. "Seriously babe?" Ashley unfastens me from the bed. "Get on that fucking laptop and fucking research all this and give me at least 1000 fucking words on sex and sexual shit," he puts the laptop at my side.
"What's the...."
"Porn star. One word, capital P and S," Ashley turns the light on and clears the room of the toys and clothes that covers the floor.
What the hell has gotten into him all of a sudden? One minute he was just about to fuck me and now he has a temper? I slowly sit up, looking around for some clothes which Ashley has in his hand.
"Master?" I whisper softly.
Ashley lets out a long breath before turning around to face me. "Yes?"
"Can I have a T-shirt or something please?" I mutter.
"Sure," he throws me his shirt.
"Thanks," I mutter quietly, slipping it over my head. I turn the laptop on and type in the password. Suddenly the door closes and locks. Has he just locked me in here? What the hell has gotten into him? I decide to leave it and get on with the work that Ashley has asked me to do, but not knowing where to start I send Andy a direct message via Twitter asking him for some help.
To: AndyBVB - "Ash asked me to research sex and stuff like that. What do I type into Google? I need at least 1000 words on the subject."
To: HavenRyde69 - "Pissed him off huh? I'll explain later. Just type in sexual intercourse or something like that. Or maybe kinky sex, BDSM. Oh and don't say sorry to Ashley, its not your fault. Its his but he won't apologise because he doesn't."
To: AndyBVB - "Ok thanks Andy c:"
What the hell? It's Ashley's fault and just because he's in a bad mood, I get punished for it? Well I don't think I have a choice, and I'm certainly not bringing this argument up, I'll end up getting punished.
A good hour or so later, I don't quite have 1000 words, but I've been learning a lot. I got linked to YouTube and found videos about sex and everything I need to research. After every video I managed to always find another video. I don't know how long Ashley has given me to do this work but I certainly hope that it's not an hour or else I've failed.
The lock on the door clicks. Shit. That's him. That's Master. I've not heard from him since he locked me in here. I just hope his temper has gone down.
As he walks in, I keep my head down, not making eye contact with him. Something I learnt from Wiki. Never to make eye contact with your Master unless he gives you permission.
"Look at me Haven," he commands.
Slowly I look up, meeting my eyes with his chocolate brown ones. He's still the same as he was when he left, no shirt and tight black skinny jeans with his 'Purdy' belt on.
"Have you don't the 1000 words yet?" he asks rather calmly. Probably won't last when I tell him that I haven't done it. And it's not like I could lie to him. That would get me in even more trouble.
"No Sir," I look away, scared of what's going to happen next.
"Why not?"
I'm surprised his voice is still calm and I cautiously look into his eyes once again.
"Well I started it but I found some videos on YouTube and lost track what I was doing," I explain.
"And did you learn anything?"
"Yes Sir."
"So if I quiz you, you would be able to answer every question with the correct answer?" he smirks.
"I think so," I whisper.
He chuckles. "Don't worry about it Doll. I don't expect you to know everything but just a bit more than you know now. So ready to give it another go?"
"Yes Master."
"Good girl. Shut the laptop down then," he tells me.
I obey his orders and quickly close everything down, making sure I saving the document in case Ashley does want to see it. Ashley takes the laptop from me, placing it back on the side, then opens the draws where he keeps all his sex toys. Slowly I remove his shirt from my body, folding it up and placing it on the bed. Ashley turns around, staring at me sat on the bed.
"Lay down," he commands, striding over to me, placing the toys and whips back on the bed before tossing his shirt onto the floor. I obey his orders and lay on the bed, holding my hands above my head, waiting for him to handcuff me.
"Good girl. You remembered," he praises before tying my hands to the bed frame. He grabs the bottle of lube and squirts it onto his fingers before pushing them inside me. I let out a soft moan as he spreads it around. "Do you know what these are?"
"Nipple clamps?"
"That's right," he places them on my nipples and tightens them.
I bite my lip as he tightens them even tighter.
"Master," I whimper.
"Shh it's alright Haven. They'll feel good soon. Trust me," he turns the vibrator on and rubs it up against my clit.
I let out a soft and weak moan.
"Hmm that's right baby. Let me hear you moan," he shoves it into me.
I gasp loudly and let out a moan of pleasure. Holy shit. Definitely wasn't expecting that. Soon enough the vibrator lives up to its name as Ashley turns it on high. Fuck, my back arches as I tug at the restraints.
"Oh God, Haven," he runs his hand down my body. "You look so hot right now," he pushes the vibrator in further.
"Oh God," I gasp loudly.
"Oh you like this?"
"Yes Master," I gaps loudly.
"Hmmm," he pumps the toy faster, hitting near my spot but missing it every time. Fuck! He better not be doing this to get his own back for what happened a few moments ago. Suddenly he rubs my clit in small fast circles. Oh fuck! My back soon arches higher off the bed. "You close?"
I nod, letting out another moan.
"Hmm," he stops with the rubbing on my clit and grabs my breast, squeezing it along with the clamp.
I close my eyes, biting my lip a mixture of both pain and pleasure rides though my body.
"Come for me Haven," and he finally hits my spot causing loud moans/ screams to come from my mouth.
I tug even harder at the restraints as I release around the vibrator, moaning loudly as I do so. My back rests back on the cool bed sheets as Ashley removes the purple vibrator out and releasing the nipple clamps. I breath heavily trying to recover from what just happened. His hand runs softly down my body.
"You really don't know how beautiful you look when you scream and come," Ashley whispers softly in my ear.
"Can you remove the handcuffs please Master?" I breath.
"Of course darling," he unlocks the cuffs, freeing my arms.
I glance at them where a red mark from where I've been tugging harshly at them throughout the whole time Ashley was fucking me with a vibrator. Ashley grabs my wrists softly kissing each of the red lines.
"Anyway Haven I thought Andy has told you all about this sort of stuff," Ashley murmurs, running his finger across my jawline.
"He has but he wasn't really good at it. It was kind of an awkward conversation."
"Oh. Well that sounds like Andy," he chuckles. "Oh and about the relationship. I won't call you in on Sunday or Monday. They are your days you can do what you want, plan stuff, do stuff."
"Ok. Thanks," I smile a little.
"Your welcome. Now get ready, Andy should be here any second for you," Ashley lightly slaps my thigh, sitting up. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9."
I slip my black converse on as the door bell rings. Ashley's dogs run towards the door, barking.
"I'll get it," Ashley calls from downstairs as I grab my belongings.
I throw my bag over my shoulder and quickly run downstairs where Andy and Ashley are standing in the kitchen, talking about the new album.
"Andy," I smile widely, seeing him standing at the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hey you," Andy smiles pulling me into a hug. And as usual the same smell of whiskey and cigarettes fill my nose. "You had fun?"
"A bit," I murmur into his leather vest.
"A bit? More like a lot. She's a little screamer this one," Ashley says, more than likely smirking.
I bite my lip, blushing a little.
"Oh. Haven's a screamer is she?" Andy holds me at arm's length, smirking. "You never told me that you was a screamer. If you did then that would of changed our relationship."
"Piss off," I hit his arm away before burying my head back into his chest.
Andy chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist again.
"Too late Andy. She's mine now," Ashley ruffles my hair. I swat his hand away.
"Well come on you. It's time we get going. We have some food shopping to do," Andy tells me, taking my bag.
"Ok," I mutter.
"See you later Ash."
"See you Andy," Ash waves Andy off as he walks out.
"See you Master," I smile at him.
"Catch you later Princess," Ashley pulls me into a kiss.
I let out a surprise moan, and kiss back, holding his shirt. Ashley pulls away and kisses softly down my neck. I moan softly at his touch. All too soon he pulls away.
"For your services," Ashley holds out a bundle of notes. "And don't hesitate Haven. It was the agreement."
"Ok. Thanks," I take the money from him.
"I'll pay you weekly if you want but that's starter money, it's a little more than what I'll normally pay you," he tells me.
"Ok."
"Now go. I'll see you tomorrow," Ashley presses his lips to my neck, biting roughly and it just happens to my soft spot and I moan. "Hmm I'm going to miss that moan."
I bite my lip. "See you."
Ashley walks me to the door, closing it once I'm out. I head over to Andy's car and hop in the passengers side.
"So I guess you want me to explain how Ashley is pissed off?" Andy asks, starting the engine and pulling off.
"Yeah. Has he done it before?"
"Once. Ash found a chick he wanted and it turned out she knew nothing about sex or anything and he got pissed off that he made her do what you had to do," Andy explains. "He likes his chicks to be fairly new so he can shape them to how he wants them but not so new that they don't know anything."
"Oh... So why didn't you tell him that I was new?"
"Have you tried telling him no when he wants something or someone so badly?"
"Yeah, it didn't really work out," I murmur, remembering that time when he wanted me to buy him a porn magazine. I told him no but that didn't work. "So what have you been up to?"
"Not a lot. Working stuff like that," Andy shrugs.
The rest of the car journey was spent in silent with only the radio on.
"Haven wake up. Ashley's going to be here soon," Andy shakes me.
"5 more minutes," I groan.
"No now Princess," I hear Ashley's voice.
I shot up seeing him standing at the doorway, smirking. I glance over to Andy who's opening the curtains, letting the sunlight shine brightly.
"Close the curtains," I groan, pulling the blanket back over my head.
"No. Get up," Ashley pulls the blanket from my bed.
"Ashley," I snap, shooting up as the cool air hits my body.
"Come on Haven. Have you been staying up late last night?" Andy asks.
"No."
"Haven," Ashley warns in his threatening voice.
"Fine I have," I finally get out of bed. "I'm up, ok? Now get out."
"Ok I'm going," Andy chuckles as I push him out the door, closing it behind him.
I look over at Ashley not sure whether I could push him out or not. Ashley sits on my bed indicating he's not moving while I get dressed. I walk over to my closest and pick out a pair of shorts along with a baggy black jumper before heading to my draws and picking out a pair of black lace bra and panties, before looking over to Ashley.
"What?"
"Can you leave? Please?" I ask nicely.
"No."
"Please."
"No Haven. I've seen you naked before. Now come on. I don't want to be late," Ashley tells me.
"Fine," I groan and strip before quickly getting ready in my clothes. I tie my long hair into a high, messy ponytail then slipping on my knee high boots.
"Haven come here," Ashley pats his lap.
I bite my lip and slowly walk over to him. He holds my waist, pulling me onto his lap.
"And do you I'll let you out like that?" he questions, stroking my thighs.
"Yes," I whisper.
"Hmmm I think the answer your looking for is no."
"Don't tell me what I can and cannot wear when I'm going out," I snap, pulling away from his grip, standing up.
"Oh yeah?" Ashley stands up, towering over me. "Get dressed."
"I am dressed!"
"Get dressed Haven. Do I have to treat you like a kid?" he growls.
"No. I am dressed!" I tell him again. I don't mind him telling me what to wear when I'm in his house and follow his rules, but this is my, well Andy's house, but still I can do what I want and wear what I want.
"No you're not," Ashley snaps.
"Yes I am Ashley! And don't you dare think about taking me over you fucking knee," I hiss, storming downstairs.
"And why not?" Ashley follows close behind.
"Because I'm not in your house and following your rules."
"So? That doesn't matter Haven. You belong to me and if I want to take you over my knee right here then I will. If I want to fuck you in the public toilets, then guess what? I fucking will. Your still mine even when we're not at my house!" Ashley snaps. "What part of this relationship don't you understand?!"
"Piss off," I growl.
Ashley suddenly presses me against the wall. "Don't you dare tell me to piss off," he growls. "Now get ready."
I sigh, giving up. "Fine."
"What?"
"Yes Master," I mutter.
Ashley lets me go, taking a few steps back. "Good girl. Now go and get ready."
I quickly run upstairs, and change my shorts for a pair of denim jeans. I head back downstairs to the kitchen where Ashley is and Andy is making himself breakfast.
"Better?" I ask.
"Much," Ashley walks over to me, pulling me into a hug,
Slowly, I hug back.
"Sorry for shouting at you," he whispers, stroking my hair.
"No I'm sorry. I just don't know how all this works," I murmur into this chest.
"Well do you want me to write this down for you?"
"Please."
"Alright well let's get going first. I want you on birth control," Ashley pulls away, poking my nose.

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