Sneak Peek - To Ashes: Chapter 8
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This story has depictions of abuse, physical and sexual.
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Asher meets his "protection detail" and learns that Fynx is more than willing to make good on his threats.
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To Ashes
Chapter 8: House Rules
Sneak Peek
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Asher’s guards ate the sushi that he didn’t want, having the pieces that would otherwise go to waste. Not that the drake really cared what rolls or sashimi he could get. He was mainly just trying to regain his strength, but he was fascinated with the penthouse. It was unbearably posh while also being a single man’s fuck den. Paintings of naked women with white fur and accented with gold adorned the walls in various places. The kitchen was lined with white marble that had veins of gold running through them. The stainless steel appliances were spotless and had gold handles and nobs to accent the counters. The concrete floors were heated and had various white rugs rolled out across the place to help accent it. Slate black tile and charcoal stone with gold accents were used to break up the monotony, but the entire place’s pallet was black, white, and gold.
“The boss should be coming back soon,” Nail said while sucking down some sashimi. “He said to remind you to look nice and have something ready for him when he gets back.”
“I’d rather choke on a sandpaper dick,” Asher sighed. He felt trapped and defeated. There was so much he wanted to do to Fynx, but he couldn’t claw his way out of a wet paper bag, let alone his captor’s eyes out.
“You know, he’s givin’ you a chance here,” Nail started. “If you play his game, you might be able to actually leave this place.”
Asher’s ears perked up. He wanted to get out, but at what cost. A dark thought ran through him, his heat warming deep in his womb.
Why would you want to leave? Your man…your rapist and abuser…has promised you a strong litter…
Asher shook his head and ate his edamame aggressively, sucking the soybeans out and munching with a rage that boiled from the cuts on his abdomen.
“I honestly don’t know what his plan is,” Asher sighed. “He always has something more sinister planned with everything that he does. I hate it so much.”
“If you’re looking for some advice—”
“I’m not,” Asher cut off Tooth.
“Well, I’m giving it anyway.” The shark continued. “Boss is playing house. He wants you to greet him at the door with a drink in hand and with amorous intent. Things will only be worse for you the longer you resist. Just play his game and you’ll be fine.”
Asher gripped a pod so hard one of the beans flew out and smacked the counter. It didn’t take much to do that, so it’s not like he was at a hundred percent, but he did feel some of his strength coming back to him. He could walk without help and he could move without shaking. Maybe he was simply hungry before, but more likely his heat wasn’t suppressing his every need to move from his mate’s den.
“What does he like to drink?” Asher asked.
“Whisky, brandy, really anything that he knows the common man couldn’t afford. He has a liquor cabinet over there.” Tooth jabbed his thumb over his shoulder to a cart that had a bartender’s set on it with various crystal glasses. Asher hopped down and went over to it and furrowed his brow.
“Where’s the booze?”
“Push on the mirror on the wall.” Nail said through a mouth full of dragon roll.
Asher looked at the wall, the slate stone slotted across the wall had a mirror imbedded in it. He pressed on it and the mirror sank in before a mechanism in the wall slid it down and pulled forward a rack of expensive looking bottles.
“Which one is his favorite?”
“Look for the least expensive looking bottle,” Tooth swiveled on his chair, the stool at the kitchen island was almost comically small for the great white. “The one with no label.”
Asher scanned the bottles, most of them gilded with gold or made with luxurious glass work. Then, there was a small bottle with no label and a nipple on the top. It almost looked like an olive oil container. Asher picked it up.
“Yeah, it’s a brew they made in Japan or something or other.” Tooth shrugged.
“Good,” Asher looked at one of the paintings, a dark smirk played across his muzzle as he got ready to throw the bottle, but a powerful hand gripped his wrist. Tooth stood there with a stern look on his face.
“Sorry Miss Ashly,” the shark took the bottle and set it on the drink cart. “One of the other house rules is no wasting the boss’ whisky. Says it’s a matter of principal, not money.”
“Let go of me,” Asher tried to pull his hand back, but it was like he had been fused to a statue.
“Only if you promise to play nice.”
“Never,” Asher snarled and tugged back.
“Miss Ashly, please, I’m only trying to help you,” Tooth insisted.
“Then get me out of here!” Asher screamed as his legs gave out beneath him as tears stung his eyes. “Please, I can’t be here. I can’t get pregnant. I can’t…I just cant. I won’t…I can’t let him ruin my life again…”
Asher collapsed to the floor as Tooth let him go. He raked his claws down his expensive suite as he went, leaving only a scratch on his jacket pocket where his nails hooked in.
_ Pull yourself together!_ Ashly shouted in his mind. We can’t fall apart now.
Asher grit his teeth before he let out a little yell and batting the tears from his eyes.
“Miss?”
“I’m fine,” Asher shot back and pulled himself up to his feet. “What kind of glass does he take it in?”
“The whisky?”
“What else would I be talking about?” Asher crossed his arms.
“The crystal on the cart is fine,” Tooth answered. “Neat, never on ice.”
“He’s on his way up,” Nail shot over. “We should be going.”
“Wait, you aren’t going to be here?” Asher looked from one guard to the other.
“Sorry Miss Ashly,” Tooth started. “We’ll be standing outside. The boss likes his evenings unsupervised.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” Asher’s shoulders slumped as he padded over to the counter where the sushi was displayed.
The two simply looked at him and gave oddly sympathetic smiles before getting up and going to the door. There was a ding of an elevator signaling Fynx’s arrival. Asher felt his body tense as he poked at a large roll of sushi. He looked into the marble counter top, his reflection glaring at him, or more precisely, Ashly.
“You got this,” she encouraged him. “Stick it to that asshole.”
Asher grit his teeth as he got a crystal lowball and went to the fridge and filled it with ice. He then took that expensive whisky and poured so much of it in it was barely contained inside the glass. He left it on the counter as he sat back on his stool and looked into his reflection. Ashly gave him an approving nod.
Asher bid his alter ego goodbye as the doors to the penthouse swung open.
“Honey, I’m home,” Fynx rang out in his sarcastic sing song voice like a kid playing a game of hide and seek. The sound of approaching footsteps made Asher’s fur stand on end. “My, my, do you clean up nice. I half expected you to still be a puddle of cum and bitch heat.”
Fynx came up behind Asher, his hands roaming over his form, sliding under his swimsuit to brush over his nipples and then slipping down into that womb-window to find those healing hash-marks. Asher’s body shuddered in pleasure and revulsion, the two sensations clashing against each other and sapping his strength. Fynx’s hand rolled up from his nipple to his neck to gently cup it and force his muzzle to arch back while his other hand went down to his pussy. Despite being unstimulated it was still a hot, humid, slick mess between those legs.
“Such a good girl,” Fynx purred into Asher’s ear as he licked it. “I’ve been thinking about your dumb ass all day. I had to fuck my receptionist or I wouldn’t have been able to finish my work. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?”
Asher wanted to push away, to fight back, to bite, scratch, kick, scream, but one little nip on his ear and his lips parted into a breathy moan. Asher’s legs spread wider, Fynx’s fingers circling that hood and finding that clit, already slick with his peach juice.
“Tooth and Nail have told me you’ve been a bit ornery today,” Fynx smiled, his teeth brushing against Asher’s ear. “They just don’t know how to properly handle a bitch in heat.”
Asher felt his resolve waning, his thighs quivering as Fynx’s fingers played with his clit, slicking him over and causing his cunny honey to drip down his knuckles and stain his swim suit. The dark fabric drank up that honey, growing darker with each circular stroke of those talented fingers.
Then it all stopped.
“The fuck is that?”
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