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more and more frequent. So, she just lay down in bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind as still as possible: no thoughts, no memories, no feelings, just an empty shell and nothing more.
Jordan waited until both men left the house before going down to Ashley's cell to pick her up. He opened the door in silence and stood in the doorway for a few seconds watching her. As usual, she ignored his presence, but he knew she was aware he was there: her whole body was tense, over the bed where she was laying, her eyes locked on the ceiling.
"Get up, I want you to have dinner with me." He ordered, even knowing she wouldn’t obey him. And of course, she didn’t, she did not even blink. He smiled and shook his head. She was so predictable, or maybe he had grown to know her so well.
He took two strides to her side and leaning down he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the cell. She didn’t react, just stayed in his arms like a ragdoll and for a moment he felt the urge to poke her, to awake his Ashley back to live.
When he was passing through the living room, he had a glimpse of the pool outside and with a devious grin, he changed his course and headed there. Before she knew what was going on he was throwing her into the blue pool.
She let out a cry as she dove in the cool water. He took off his clothes and in less than a second he was diving in after her, capturing her on her way out of the water and dragging her with him.
Ashley tried to free herself from his grip, but he kept dragging her to a deeper part of the pool, where he could stand perfectly, but not her, forcing her to support herself on him.
Slowly he pulled her dress over her head, throwing it out of the pool, leaving them both completely naked. "You're an exhibitionist. Anyone can come out and see us." She ranted.
"We're alone, and even if we weren’t they would respect our privacy." He assured with a mischievous grin.
"Sure they would."
He claimed her lips with a kiss, silencing her more effectively, as his hands took hold of her buttocks, gripping hard. Burying his fingers in her skin, loving her moans, muffling them with his own lips, as his hard cock was imprisoned between them, squeezed against her soft belly.
One touch. That was all he needed, one touch and she melted in his arms, and she became a doll at his disposal, an eager participant in this game of raw passion.
He finally let her breathe and pulled her up, just enough to free his cock from between them before he shoved it deep inside her, stretching her to fit him, going as deep as he could, the guttural moan that came out of his mouth enticing her arousal to the highest levels. Helped by the water, he started to help her ride him, pulling her up and down on his cock until she was wrapped around his neck, her pants and moans filling the sunset air, mimicked by his growls and grunts.
Soon, they were prisoners of the overwhelming orgasm that shook them all the way to their sheer cores.
They stayed there like that, in each other's arms for a little while, as their hearts slowed down and their breathing became normal. Slowly, as if he regretted going back to reality, he walked out of the pool, with her still in his arms. Once out, he allowed her to stand on her own and handed her a towel he grabbed from a pile stored nearby, taking one for himself too. "Come, let's get a shower before dinner." He took her to his room, and soon they were exiting the shower after he had spent a few minutes washing her thoroughly, enjoying such routine action, forgetting for some time the obstacles that were creating huge canyons between them.
Marcus' servants served dinner on a small table in his room and they ate practically in silence as if none of them dared to break the shaky truce installed between them.
After dinner, they went to bed and for once, he didn’t cuff her to bed, he simply cuddled her against his body, his arms wrapped around her, his legs over hers.
Ashley slept like she
Jordan waited until both men left the house before going down to Ashley's cell to pick her up. He opened the door in silence and stood in the doorway for a few seconds watching her. As usual, she ignored his presence, but he knew she was aware he was there: her whole body was tense, over the bed where she was laying, her eyes locked on the ceiling.
"Get up, I want you to have dinner with me." He ordered, even knowing she wouldn’t obey him. And of course, she didn’t, she did not even blink. He smiled and shook his head. She was so predictable, or maybe he had grown to know her so well.
He took two strides to her side and leaning down he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the cell. She didn’t react, just stayed in his arms like a ragdoll and for a moment he felt the urge to poke her, to awake his Ashley back to live.
When he was passing through the living room, he had a glimpse of the pool outside and with a devious grin, he changed his course and headed there. Before she knew what was going on he was throwing her into the blue pool.
She let out a cry as she dove in the cool water. He took off his clothes and in less than a second he was diving in after her, capturing her on her way out of the water and dragging her with him.
Ashley tried to free herself from his grip, but he kept dragging her to a deeper part of the pool, where he could stand perfectly, but not her, forcing her to support herself on him.
Slowly he pulled her dress over her head, throwing it out of the pool, leaving them both completely naked. "You're an exhibitionist. Anyone can come out and see us." She ranted.
"We're alone, and even if we weren’t they would respect our privacy." He assured with a mischievous grin.
"Sure they would."
He claimed her lips with a kiss, silencing her more effectively, as his hands took hold of her buttocks, gripping hard. Burying his fingers in her skin, loving her moans, muffling them with his own lips, as his hard cock was imprisoned between them, squeezed against her soft belly.
One touch. That was all he needed, one touch and she melted in his arms, and she became a doll at his disposal, an eager participant in this game of raw passion.
He finally let her breathe and pulled her up, just enough to free his cock from between them before he shoved it deep inside her, stretching her to fit him, going as deep as he could, the guttural moan that came out of his mouth enticing her arousal to the highest levels. Helped by the water, he started to help her ride him, pulling her up and down on his cock until she was wrapped around his neck, her pants and moans filling the sunset air, mimicked by his growls and grunts.
Soon, they were prisoners of the overwhelming orgasm that shook them all the way to their sheer cores.
They stayed there like that, in each other's arms for a little while, as their hearts slowed down and their breathing became normal. Slowly, as if he regretted going back to reality, he walked out of the pool, with her still in his arms. Once out, he allowed her to stand on her own and handed her a towel he grabbed from a pile stored nearby, taking one for himself too. "Come, let's get a shower before dinner." He took her to his room, and soon they were exiting the shower after he had spent a few minutes washing her thoroughly, enjoying such routine action, forgetting for some time the obstacles that were creating huge canyons between them.
Marcus' servants served dinner on a small table in his room and they ate practically in silence as if none of them dared to break the shaky truce installed between them.
After dinner, they went to bed and for once, he didn’t cuff her to bed, he simply cuddled her against his body, his arms wrapped around her, his legs over hers.
Ashley slept like she
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