Delicious Cruelty

Ashley's P.O.V.

Inside, I feel pretty damn happy. I mean, I thought that when I came out to him and told him how I feel about him, that he would insult me and treat me like shit, or call me a freak or something. I never expected him to actually reciprocate my feelings. But he has. The only thing is, I can't tell anyone. At least, not as yet. But I do have to wonder, why sometimes he just acts so harsh to me.

“Ashley?” I heard Andy's voice asking me out of the distance, and I'm broken from my reverie.

“Huh?” I ask him in reply. I could've sworn that I just saw a flash of annoyance behind his icy blue eyes for just a moment, but maybe I'm wrong.

“Hurry up a little?” He practically demands of me, then adds, almost apologetically, “It's getting kinda crowded in here, and I kinda wanna leave before too many people come in. I mean, I don't wanna get mobbed by fans again, it's not I don't like them, it's just, well, yanno...”

“It's ok, I get ya.” I say, reaching for my wallet, and dropping a couple of 20's on the table, before saying, “Come on, we can go if you'd like.”

“Thanks Ash.” Andy tells me, getting up and walking out of the restaurant. I follow him out to the curb, standing next to him as he tries to flag down a passing cab.

Andy's POV

This fucker is so gullible! He actually bought that I wanted to get out of there because I didn't want to get mobbed by fans! Plus, he paid for dinner without even having to be asked. Well, I did want to get out of there. But only because I wanted to get tonight's activities started early. I mean, sure, Jinxx still has all my shit, and I haven't had a chance to replace any of it yet, but I can still have some fun without it.

Hell, he hasn't even questioned why I act like an ass to him sometimes. It's better off this way if he doesn't. Personally, I think that he's too stupid to even consider asking why I act the way that I do. Or maybe he knows better than to open his mouth to say anything. The only things that his mouth should be doing is sucking me off, moaning, or begging. Nothing else. God, I'm getting fucking hard just thinking about this. And he's right next to me, and he hasn't said a single thing yet. Or noticed anything yet. Either he's smart or stupid.

Finally, I manage to get a cab, and as me and my new whore slide into the back seat, I give the cabbie the address back to our hotel. As soon as we pull back onto the road, and I see that the cabbie is focused on the road, and Ashley is looking out the window, distractedly, I slide my hand onto his knee. Near instantly, I feel him jump a little, tense, and hear his breathing hitch. But I pretend that I didn't notice a single little thing. He looks over at me, his eyes slightly wide, and I just smile innocently. He just smiles back at me, and relaxes. Those acting lessons really paid off well.

The closer that the cab got to our hotel, the closer my hand drew to his groin. I noticed that the further up his leg I drew, the stiller and stiller he held. Almost as if by moving he would provoke me. Well, if you don't say no, it's consensual, right?

Finally, my palm ended up in his lap. I heard him gasp in breath, and look over at me, slightly afraid, or confused, or both. “Andy?” He asked me, unsure of what I was doing.

Inwardly, I cringe. Can't the slut just shut the fuck up and let me use him? Without having to ask questions? But outwardly, I give him a devious little smirk, and say, “Chill, Ashes.”, before my hand begins to knead his crotch. I hear his breath catch, and feel him quickly grow hard below my hand. He must obviously like this. However, the whole time, I see him looking up at the cabbie in fear. Unconsciously, I squeeze harder in anger. The stupid whore should be looking at me, and nowhere else. I hear him squeak in pain, and loosen my death grip on his balls.

But all too soon, the ride to the hotel is over, and we're forced to get out. I toss a bill at the cabbie, telling him, “Keep the change, bro!” Before getting out. I see my fuck toy standing there, unsure, waiting for me to give him directions, just like he should be. But I also notice that he's extremely hard, and trying to hide it as best as he can, what with the tight pants he's wearing. Seeing this, my smirk deepens.

“Come on.” I tell him, heading towards the hotel. He nods numbly and follows me a few steps behind. Good. He knows his place.