Unbreakable

“today was such a good day.” I sigh, and lay my head on Ashley’s shoulder.

“That it was.” He places his head on top of mine. Everyone left about an hour ago, and now we are watching Black Butler on Netflix. “Who’s that guy?”

“That’s Ash he’s an angel.” I explain.

“Oh I think I’m more of a demon.” He smirks.
“You are are you?” I tease. Out of no where he grabs my waist, stands up, and throws me over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” I squeal.

“Exercising my demonly needs.” His hand travels up the back of my thigh, until it rests on my ass. I hear a door open, and close. i’m then thrown onto the bed. He climbs on top of me, and kisses me roughly. I intwine my fingers into his hair, and he pulls off my shirt. He kisses down my neck to my chest, and he takes off my bra.

I start to pull off his shirt, but he grabs my hands. “Nuh uh sweetheart.” He says seductively. He pulls my hands above my head, and reaches for something.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” He smirks.I feel cold metal on my wrist, and then I hear a click.

“Where did you get handcuffs?” I ask.

“The same place that I got my pants.” He says as he fastens the other handcuff around my other wrist.

“That explains so much.” I mumble against his lips. He strokes my sides, and kisses my neck. I go to wrap my legs around him, but he pushes them down, turning me on even more. He caresses my thighs, and pulls off my pants.

He keeps a hand on my thigh, while he reaches for the nightstand again. “Oh no I’m out of handcuffs.” He sighs. “I guess I’ll have to improvise…” He gets off of me, and walks into our closet. I

know where this is going. I feel my desire rise, and over take me. What is taking him so long? He emerges from the closet with two neckties in his hand. “Someone’s going Christian Grey on me.” I smirk.

“Oh please, I do it way better than Christian Grey.” He says as he ties up my ankles at an agonizingly slow pace. When he’s done, he puts his hands on my legs, and slowly come back onto me. His hands stay on my thighs, while he takes my nipple into his mouth. I tug against the handcuffs, but my arms don’t go anywhere. He smirks while his hand moves to the inside of my leg. He runs his finger in between my folds, and tickles my twat.

“AShley.” I moan. He chuckles, and puts a finger inside of me. He switches breasts, and starts to pump his finger. “Good God.” I choke.

“I guess you could call me that.” He adds another finger, and slows down. He lick up the center of my chest, and when he reaches my mouth, he puts his tongue inside. I dig my nails into my hands, and arch my back. He sits up, and takes off his shirt, revealing his washboard abs. I bite my lip, and stare at every inch of his visible body. An overwhelming wanting sensation fills my body. “Ashley please.” I beg.

He smirks, and takes off his pants. “With pleasure Rose.” He purrs. He traces my body one last time before entering me. I tug against my restraints again, but yield the same result. He pounds hard, and fast inside of me, and I let out a choked gasp. My insides have turned to jelly under him. His hands dig into my hips, and he thrusts harder.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard it will be like a fucking damn broke.” He growls into my ear. This makes me burst.

“Ashley!” I scream.

He goes faster and then releases inside of me. “Laci!” He exclaims. He continues to to pound into me, and I pull on the cuffs one last time.

“Fucking handcuffs.” I growl.

“I suppose now would be a bad time to tell you that I don’t know where the key is.” He breaths.

“What?” I snap.

“I’m just kidding.” He laughs, and pulls out. He lays his head on my chest, and rubs my sides. “WE should have done this sooner.”

“Uh huh.” I nod. He hold my waist, and kisses up to my lips. He moves back down my neck, and up my right arm. He kisses my wrist, and hand before unlocking the cuff. My hand drops to the bed, and then rests on my face. He does the same with the other hand, but he keeps this one in his hand.

“This looks like it hurts.” He kisses my tender wrist, and hand. I examine my right hand, and see bleeding half moons where I was digging in with my nails. There is a bruise where the handcuffs were.

“I’m a bit of a masochist.” I smirk.

“Ain’t we all?” He smiles.

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