The Betrayed Luna Strikes Back

Chapter 14: The Chaos She Created.

Ashton's POV.

Stepmom?

That’s a big term. I never really considered Kira, or any of Mr. Jones's numerous women, as my stepmom. I accepted the fact that I have step-siblings, whom I don’t get along with much, but stepmoms? Nah, that’s too much. She must have said those words to piss me off or to actually think of herself as my stepmom. Hilarious.

Everything that happened was amusing, silly, wild, and super crazy, but no matter how hard I try to deny it, I can’t. f*****g her was the best. She’s the first woman to drive me to insanity when it comes to s*x, matching my energy with raw energy.

Dropping onto my bed, I rubbed my cheek, remembering her hit, and smiled. The cut on my throat… that barbarian savage horny beasty.

She’s not only wild but bossy, and a dominant b.i.t.c.h. I love it when my women don’t act submissive; it’s fun to break them. But Kira… She’s not my woman and never will be, but I can’t get that wild f**k out of my head. She’s everything I want to f**k and kill at the same time. I’m sure she had a hand in Mr. Jones's death. I just need to dig around and find enough proof to nail her. It would be delightful to end her reign.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and I frowned, wondering who could be there at this hour. The thought that it might be Kira got my c**k all excited, but remembering the kind of psycho she is, I knew she wouldn’t bother to knock.

I grabbed my robe, put it on, and took my gun from the drawer before heading to the door.

“Who is it?” I asked, my voice tinged with annoyance.

“It’s Sasha,” came a meek voice.

“Sasha who?” I demanded.

“Sasha. You booked me for tonight. I’m sorry I came late; I was stuck in traffic,” she replied meekly, making my blood boil.

That was the f*****g blondie I was supposed to f**k, not Kira! Because of her lateness, I now crave what I shouldn’t. I’m going to punish that slut.

Opening the door, I dragged her in angrily. “You kept me waiting. Didn’t your boss tell you I hate being delayed?” I asked, my voice cold as I advanced towards her with a menacing step.

“I… I’m sorry, it wasn’t my fault,” she stuttered, and I groaned, moving towards my wardrobe to take out my whip.

“Undress and lie down on the bed. Now!” I ordered. The fear on her face disappeared, replaced by a dirty smirk that made me chuckle. That fear would return soon enough.

She hastily stripped off all her clothes and lay on the bed, face down. She had a nice ass, but it wasn’t like Kira’s.

“f**k! This isn’t right!” I cursed as Kira’s naked body flooded my mind again. Now I see how late Mr. Jones died... That woman has a killer body, and I just had a taste of her once, and I’m already craving more.

Well, I’m not Mr. Jones. I can control my women and my desires.

“Please punish me, baby, I’ve been a bad girl,” Sasha moaned, and I smirked. I approached the bed, removing the robe, whip in hand, and ran it lightly across her back, teasing her. Sasha shivered in anticipation and tilted her head to look at me, her dirty smirk growing wider.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” I asked, my voice low and threatening.

“Yes, baby. I made you wait,” she responded breathlessly.

“That’s right. And now you’re going to learn what happens to bad girls who make me wait,” I said, bringing the whip down sharply on her ass, leaving a red mark.

She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and I smiled. This was just the beginning. I was going to make her scream, make her beg, make her regret ever being late. And maybe, just maybe, I could f**k her to distract myself from the haunting image of Kira, at least for a little while.

I brought the whip down on Sasha’s ass again, harder this time, and she yelped, her body arching in response. “Count,” I commanded, my voice cold and authoritative as I lashed her again.

“One,” she gasped, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement.

I trailed the whip lightly over her back, letting the anticipation build before delivering another sharp strike. “Two,” she whimpered, her breath hitching.

“You’re learning quickly,” I said, my tone softening slightly, but still maintaining an edge of menace. I traced the length of the whip over her skin, down her back and over her ass, watching her shiver in response.

“You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, baby, I'm a bad girl, just for you,” she moaned, pressing her hips back against my hand.

I spanked her hard, leaving a red handprint on her ass. “Say it,” I ordered.

“I’m a bad girl,” she gasped, her voice breaking with need.

I smirked, pleased with her response. “Then you’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”

“Yes, baby,” she agreed eagerly.

I continued to tease her, alternating between the whip and my hands, leaving her squirming and desperate. Her moans filled the room, each strike and touch pushing her closer to the edge.

“Turn over,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for disobedience.

Sasha flipped onto her back, her eyes wide and filled with lust. I could see the marks from the whip and my hands on her skin, a proof of her punishment. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, our tongues battling for dominance. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, but I quickly broke the kiss, pinning her hands above her head.

“Did I say you could touch me?” I growled, my grip tightening.

“No, baby,” she whispered, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire.

“Good girl,” I murmured, trailing my fingers down her body, pausing to tweak her n*****s, making her arch into my touch. I moved lower, spreading her legs wide, and positioned myself between them.

“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need.

“Begging already? How pathetic,” I teased, but I couldn’t deny the thrill her desperation gave me but deep down, I don't want her to plead, I hate it... I want her to fight for control... Just like Kira.

"Oh.. f***k that woman! f***k me!" I cussed angrily, shaking my head in annoyance for remembering her, for thinking about her when I'm on top of another woman!

I lowered my head, running my tongue along her sleek slit, tasting her arousal. She bucked against me, but I held her hips down, controlling her movements.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as I teased her with my tongue, bringing her to the edge of climax but never letting her c*m. “Please, baby, let me c*m” she begged, her voice pleading.

I smirked against her, lifting my head. “Not yet slut. You haven’t earned it,” I said, moving back up her body, my c**k hard and ready.

I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip. “Do you want it?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous but I just wish she would slap me, turn me over and take me.

“Yes, baby, please, I need it,” she cried, her hips moving against me, seeking more.

"f**k you Kira." Cussing, I reached for protection, donned it on and tried to clear the image of that woman off my head.

I'll f**k another woman... I need to clear her off me... She can't have me under her spell.

"Please baby... Please f**k me, f**k your w***e!" Sasha cried and I gritted my teeth, trying to hold my anger cause I might end up killing her if she continues this way.

I positioned myself at her entrance again before I pushed in slowly, making her feel every inch. “Take it all,” I commanded, thrusting into her hard, making her scream.

Her walls clenched around me, and I began to move, setting a punishing rhythm. She matched my movements, her body responding to my every touch. I reached between us, finding her c**t and rubbing it in time with my thrusts.

Her screams grew louder, her body trembling as she neared the edge again. “Come for me, slut,” I ordered, my voice a growl.

With a final scream, she obeyed, her body convulsing around me as she came. I continued to thrust into her, chasing my own release, her tightness driving me over the edge but I didn't get that satisfaction I crave... That satisfaction I wanted, the wetness I desire, the moans and screams my ears wanted. The wildness Kira has.

"Give me more baby... I want you." She moaned and reached to touch me but I gripped her hand in a painful grip that made her scream in pain.

"If you don't leave my room right now, I'm gonna kill you, dig some shallow grave and bury you there...if you are lucky."I said, my voice rough and fear clouded her face.

"I'm... I'm sorry." She stuttered and began to shake violently.

Weak.

I pulled out of her, gave her one stern look before ordering, "GET OUT."

I watched as Sasha scrambled to her feet in fear. She hastily gathered her clothes, her hands shaking so much that she could barely dress herself. The sight of her terrified face was almost satisfying, but it did nothing to quell the burning frustration inside me. She wasn’t what I needed, what I craved.

Sasha glanced back at me once, her eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible.

“OUT!” I growled, not wanting to hear her pathetic apologies. She fumbled with the doorknob before finally managing to open the door and slip out, leaving me alone in the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind filled with images of Kira. Her wildness, her dominance, the way she had matched my intensity...it was something I had never experienced before, and it left me craving more. I hated her for it, for making me want her, for making me feel so out of control.

Dropping my head into my hands, I tried to clear my thoughts, but it was no use. Kira was under my skin, and I needed to find a way to deal with it. Standing up, I grabbed my robe and tied it around my waist, my thoughts already racing for solutions.

Kira was dangerous, and not just because of the way she made me feel. I was certain she had a hand in Mr. Jones's death, and I needed to prove it in order to reclaim what's mine.

But for now, I had to focus on regaining my control, on not letting her see how deeply she had affected me. I would find out the truth, and when I do, I would bring her down. But until then, I would keep my distance, focus on my plans, and not let her see the chaos she had caused inside me.

With a final glance around the room, I headed out to get some control over my being, Kira may have gotten under my skin, but I wouldn’t let her control me.

The image of her flashed through my mind again as I stepped into the elevator, her body moving with mine, the way she makes me hard and throbbing, her eyes filled with that wild, unrestrained energy. I clenched my fists, pushing the memory aside. She may have won a battle against Mr. Jones , but the war was far from over when it comes to me.