A/N: Thank you to everyone who had favorite, followed, and reviewed this story. This is the highly requested fourth chapter. I must admit this was a hard one for me to write. I hope you like it! As always enjoy!
Disclaimer: I owned nothing that is related to Marvel. Plus, there is a lot of graphic scenes in this one. Only the last few paragraphs are going to be smut free!
Chapter Four: Consequences
Ashtyn knew that she had pushed him too far with her little tactic of seduction. Yet, it had been so much fun making him quake beneath her touch. She hadn't planned for things to go as far as they did, but it all had seemed so natural at the time. When it was over. Erik was left panting, doing his best to recover from his orgasmic high. She had giggled. However, it wasn't because she found his predicament funny, but because she knew that he wasn't the type to be taken by surprise. In truth, she had giggled at the notion that she had exceeded his expectations.
Nevertheless, she had chosen the wrong time to laugh. Erik clearly must have thought that she was laughing at his expense. One thing she knew of him, was that he took himself seriously. There was no way that he was going to let it slide. So, when he commanded her to head to the bedroom, she knew that she was going to pay for her outburst.
Once he had regained his ability to stand up straight he kicked off his pants. Luckily, when he had ejaculated he had managed not to get anything onto his clothing. He hadn't expected her to make him come so easily, a fact that made him a little embarrassed. However, the next time he vowed that it wouldn't be so easy…. especially for her. She turned and walked down the hall, presumably towards her bedroom. He followed her closely, striding behind her drinking in the sight of her from behind. She was clearly nervous, as she misstep a few times, tripping over her own feet.
"Problems?" He teased. Knowing damn well that she could feel his eyes on her.
"No." She answered curtly. He smirked. He knew that she was fully capable of getting to her own bedroom, but that mouth of hers was going to get her in trouble. He wanted to push her a little further.
"You should watch your tone. All that sass is going to get your ass in trouble, or maybe that is what you want. To be broken in, like some wild animal. Is that what you want?"
She paused at her bedroom door, that was closed. She crossed her arms over her chest, an act of defiance. The corner of Erik's mouth curled up in a smirk, oh how he couldn't wait to hear what she was going to say next. "You know what I think." She stated, not questioned. "I think that you are just pissed that I was able to seduce you first. I also, think that you are some sort of control freak and your ego is a little hurt."
"Is that what you think?" He asked as he pressed his naked body against hers. She trembled under his touch as he reached behind her to turn the knob, then opened the door. He gently shoved her inside and she was momentarily lost. Erik had forced her to walk backwards into her bedroom, and she had neglected to count her steps. It wasn't until the back of her leg had bumped into the footboard, of her bed, that she was able to regain her bearings. Feeling his breath upon her face, she tilted her head in his direction.
"I…" She started to say something in protest, or perhaps say something haughty. Yet, he had pacified her with a deep passionate kiss. One that was unlike any other kiss she had ever received before. Within his kiss so much was conveyed, one being the depths of his desire for her. She felt herself breaking from the inside out, as he dominated her with his soul-owning kiss.
Erik, hadn't intended to kiss her the way that he had. He wasn't known for being a tender lover, but when she had stood still before him; it seemed like the only thing he had wanted to do. He found himself searching her beautiful, but lifeless eyes, for some sign of recognition. He knew that she couldn't see him, and again the notion bothered him. How he would have loved to see her eyes light up because of him. Perhaps, that is what had spurred him on to kiss her so gently. If he couldn't make her eyes respond to him, he would make her very soul cry out for him.
Yet, the kiss had some adverse effects on him as well. Erik felt himself giving into a pestering emotion that had been tugging at him ever since he had first met Ashtyn. It was hard to place the feeling at first, then it became apparent what it was…it was need. He abruptly stopped kissing her and looked at her shockingly, thankful that she could not see his expression. It was a revelation for him to admit that he no longer only wanted and craved her, but that he needed her. He hadn't needed anyone in quite some time. Yet, she had managed to touch a part of him that he thought had died along with his father.
"Take your clothes off." He demanded. She paused, but with trembling hands began to undress herself. First, she unbuttoned her blazer, sliding the material off her shoulders then tossing it onto the lone wingback chair, that was seated in the corner of her room. Erik loved how compliant she was, despite her nervousness. She paused again, smoothing out her skirt. "Continue." He encouraged.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled the material over her head. Erik cursed silently to himself as his eyes lazily gazed at her semi-exposed body. She wore a black lacey bra, that held her ample breasts nicely. His eyes dropped down to view her well-toned flat stomach, he moistened his lips with his tongue at the thought of soon exploring her newly uncovered body.
Ashtyn, not wanting to be prompted to undress again, made quick work of freeing herself of her skirt, stockings, and heels. Now all she had on was her underclothing. "Should I continue?" She asked breathlessly, awaiting his next command. Regarding the artistry of foreplay, she enjoyed his directness. It was exciting to see what he had in store for her.
"No." Was his only reply, as he lifted her up. He held her in his powerful arms, and carried her over to the bed, as if she was his bride. She could feel him hovering over her. He hummed in approval to himself, clearly admiring the specimen before him. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" Erik asked rhetorically. "You could have any man you desire, but you are here with me."
Ashtyn couldn't help but to pick up on the amazement in his voice. She felt beautiful when she was with him, and she wanted to reciprocate his sentiment. "I thought about you all last night." Ashtyn confessed. Erik sucked in a sharp breath at her admission. He lazily dragged a finger across the top of her breasts, just above where the fabric of her bra began.
"What did you think about?" He urged.
"About this moment. About you being here with me in my room, touching me, kissing me…. being inside of me." Ashtyn only could feel his touch cease, as she revealed her dirty thoughts to him. She didn't know what he was thinking, she continued her confession. "I haven't been with a man in a long time. This is not typical for me, taking a man home. But with you…."
"With me what?" He nearly commanded her to answer. Again, there was an edge to his voice, something that was barely under his control that threatened to spillover in a moment notice.
"I feel unrestricted." She finished. He passionately kissed her again, but this time his lust was unhindered.
His tongue pushed its way into her mouth and began wrestling hers for dominance. His hands were all over her body, and she was getting wetter by the moment. He unfastened the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. Before she knew it, his mouth was on her left breast, as one of his hands massaged the right one. A moan escaped from her mouth. Ashtyn's senses were going wild, she only wished that she could see him as he pleasured her.
Eventually, he switched over to the right breast, giving it an equal amount of attention as he did the left one. She was writhing beneath him, she wanted to touch him. Ashtyn brought her hands to his head. In her initial exploration of him she had failed to feelhis hair. When her hands landed on his neatly coiled dreads, she smiled. She loved how unique her lover was. He had thug-like qualities but was extremely intuitive and smart. It was his intoxicating mixture of harshness and sophistication that had gotten her into bed with him.
"More." She begged.
"Patience…girl you are going to get what you need soon." Erik replied, as he trailed kisses down to her core. This is what he wanted. Her begging him for the release that only he could provide. Her words had provoked something primal within him. He had wanted her to want him, and now that he knew that she did…it made him want to consummate their relationship all that much more. The thought of her being his, was becoming something that he felt more at ease with; the more time he spent with her.
He gave her open-mouth kisses through her panties, soaking them from the outside. Yet, he could smell that she had already dampen them with her own lovely-scented nectar.
"Are you already wet for me?" Erik asked, as he slid her panties down her legs. "You are so eager for this dick…aren't you?"
"Yes…please." Indeed, she was beyond ready for him. He was prolonging things on purpose. She already knew that he like hearing her beg. She could hear the amusement within his voice.
"Where's that smart mouth of yours now? All I hear is you begging."
"Don't tease me." She had meant for it to be a stern warning, but it sounded more like a plea.
"You thought it was funny when you had me against the ropes. Now you know what it feels like to have your body betray you. What would you do if I got up and left you like this? What if I left you unsatisfied?" Ashtyn was alarmed and felt like she needed to say something to prevent him from taking his revenge upon her. However, he spoke before she could say anything in response, "Luckily for you. I am cruel, but not that cruel." He said, just before he began to devour her.
His tongue invaded her, and she felt herself grinding to achieve even more contact with his mouth. Ashtyn screamed out his name, which only seemed to encourage him. Her hands were tangled in his hair, making a mess of his dreads. She gripped his hair roughly, as his tongue licked at her sex button. She bit her lower lip and forced herself to release his hair, knowing that she had undoubtedly hurt him. He stopped his feasting of her to say, "Don't hold back on me. You felt my scars, pain only excites me. We are boundless in this bedroom. Do you feel me?"
Ashtyn listened to his words, nodding in response. She again, ran her fingers through his hair and roughly fisted his locks. Erik winced but smiled. Knowing that at times, pain and pleasure could be one in the same. He was grateful that he didn't need to explain to her, how he needed both elements during his sexual encounters. He continued to eat her out unrestricted, as he sucked and inserted his tongue everywhere he saw fit.
She was delicious, and he loved how aggressively she responded to his touch. She thrusted herself into him, chasing after his tongue. However, he was strong enough to force her hips to steady as he assaulted her punani with his mouth. Never had he enjoyed performing cunnilingus on a woman, as much as he did for Ashtyn. In fact, with Angel he had avoided performing the act altogether. That however, didn't stop her from going down on him almost nightly.
He was suddenly sickened by the thought of Angel. He knew one thing, he didn't want anyone else but Ashtyn. It hit him like a ton of bricks, as he felt her climax violently. All too pleased with himself he watched her sweat-covered body, from his viewpoint between her legs, shiver as she rode out her release.
"Have I broken you yet?" He asked, referring to her sassiness. Ashtyn could feel his breath caress the sensitive skin of her core. "Say that I can have you now." He ordered her, and she could feel her body responding to his demand. Her body knew who its master was, and she couldn't had denied him even if she had wished to. If he needed to hear that she was broken, that he had ruined her, and no other man could ever compare. Then she would admit it, if it meant that he would make her come again.
"I want you so badly. Please…make love to me." She pleaded.
Erik tilted his head and smirked. He then spread her legs far apart and moved up her body, so that his face was leveled with hers. His erection poked at her entrance. She tried in vain to lift her hips, in hopes that he would simply slide inside her. Erik reached down, stilling her movements. He gently kissed her, and she could taste herself on his lips, which turned Ashtyn on even more. He broke the kiss and began to trail kisses to her right ear. "Love making may be in your near future but…today you're getting fucked." He whispered in her ear, just before he entered her in one strong thrust.
She screamed out, as pain and pleasure pulsated throughout her body. To say that she was shocked by how roughly he was taking her was an understatement. The last gentle kiss that he had given her was the only thing that reminded her that he had the ability to be tender. An animalistic growl came from deep within him as he continued to pound her into the mattress. However, she was more than happy with his aggressiveness. Once the pain had subsided she had to agree with him, a little pain and pleasure only heightened the experience. She held onto him, as he continued to pump into her. Ashtyn decided that his harsh actions warranted some level of equally responsive treatment. She slid her hands onto his back and she dug her nails into his skin and clawed him.
Erik gasped, but loved the pain that she had inflicted upon him. It had come at a crucial moment, when he was teetering on the threshold of his orgasm. Yet, he refused to succumb to his own desires until her body was rocked once more by another wave of pleasure, specially created by him. He pumped into her and she was so close to the edge, he could tell. He reached between them and began to play with her sex button. She started to quake, but more needed to be done. Leaning over to whisper in her ear he said, "You fit me like a glove, I can feel your walls tightening around me. Come for me, so that we can ride this shit out together." He gave a few more powerful pumps before Ashtyn climaxed for the second time. He was finally able to allow for his own release, he leaned in to kiss her deeply. Their bodies moved in a unrhythmic grind as they both began to come down from their sexual high.
In the aftermath, he was careful not to collapse on top of her. He moved over to lay by her side, hating the fact that he would have to disengage himself from her. He enjoyed the feeling of being inside of her, and though he was completely spent he couldn't hardly wait for their next encounter.
Ashtyn was nestled next to Erik, feeling…. well great! She had never been so utterly satisfied. It was dirty, it was raw, but sex with Erik was freeing. She leaned in and kissed his chest. He tightened his grip in response to her gesture.
"I am leaving soon on a trip." Erik stated bluntly.
"Oh."
"You should come with me." It wasn't quite a command, but Ashtyn knew that he wasn't asking her either.
"Well…I have to work. Plus, you haven't even told me where you are going."
"Does it matter? I will pay for everything." Ashtyn nearly laughed but remembered how he had behaved after her last outburst.
"Of course, it matters. I can't just take off with you. We barely know each other."
"Well, we just fucked a hole into your mattress. I am not sure how much more we need to know about each other."
A blush heated her cheeks, he did have a point. The unapologetic Erik was back, and fully intent on his quest of persuading her to accompany him. Though, Ashtyn was beginning to embrace her new carefree side, she still was too grounded to run away with, her presumed, one nightstand.
"Erik, I am sorry, but I can't go with you." She could feel his chest fall, with disappointment. She wanted to make things right, and easy between them again. "I'll be here when you come back. We can go out or something." He kissed the top of her head in response. Ashtyn relaxed, feeling that he had accepted her decision.
"I am thirsty." Erik announced. "How about you?"
"I can get us something to drink." Ashtyn started to stir, but Erik insisted on getting them something to drink himself. Ashtyn told him where she kept her drinking glasses, and the drinks that were available in the fridge. He left the room and returned a few minutes later with two glasses of fruit juice.
"Are you sure that you won't change your mind?" He asked as he handed her the cup.
"Erik…" Ashtyn said, nearly pleading for him to drop the line of convo.
"Alright, never mind, but when I come back I want that ass again." He joked as he sipped his juice. Ashtyn smiled, as she followed suit. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Um…sure."
"How did you lose your sight?"
"How do you know that I lost it, and wasn't born blind?" Ashtyn questioned.
"You mentioned at the museum that your assistant described the artwork to you. The way you spoke about the artifacts you didn't described them as a person who didn't know firsthand what the colors looked like. You described them as shades, instead of using other analogies like things you could feel. It made me aware that you must have seen colors before." Ashtyn was quiet for a few moments, amazed that he had picked-up on that very subtle clue.
"I suffer from a rare genetic disease, I have had vision problems for as long as I could remember. My parents spent a fortune trying to save my sight. It drove them apart, they divorced when I was eight. Then one morning I woke up and realized that my sight was completely gone."
"Where are your parents now?" Erik asked cautiously, he had noticed that even though her apartment was decorated with various paintings. None of which she could see, he didn't see any pictures of her family.
"My dad and I don't really talk all that much. My mom…she passed away a few years back from a heart attack." She said sadly, with a yawn. "What time is it?"
"Almost, five o'clock. Why?"
"Nothing, I just feel a little sleepy."
"Maybe you should lie down and get your rest. You have been under a lot of stress as of late." Ashtyn heard what he said. Yet, this was more than a normal feeling of being fatigued. Her limbs were beginning to feel heavy, and her breathing was becoming laborious. She thought about the possible reasons for her current state. Then she looked over to her half-drunk glass of juice.
"Erik?" She accused, her word slurring.
"Everything is going to be alright…just chill." She heard him say. She wanted to say something more, to cuss him out for betraying her. It was obvious that he had put something into her drink. She thought back to the moment on the sidewalk; when she thought that she might regret inviting him into her home, she knew that he was dangerous. Yet, she didn't heed her own internal warnings. As she succumbed to the forced slumber. Ashtyn could hear Erik cautioned, "You should had said, yes."
A/N: I know that was a whole lot! Is Erik cool, or is he a monster? Please review and let me know what you think.
