THE REWARD

AUTHOR'S WARNING: This chapter contains a very descriptive sex scene. If you are not comfortable with explicit content, please read at your own risk.

“You have nothing together!” Chris paused. “You had your chance to run away from Ashley, and you didn't take it. Now you are her slave for life.”

Xander scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I'm an adult, Chris. I can make my own decisions.”

Chris leaned in, his voice low and threatening. “You will regret this, Xander. If my hand wasn't bandaged, I'd teach you a lesson.”

Xander shook his head, unimpressed, and turned to leave. “It's none of your business, Chris,” he spat over his shoulder.

As Xander entered Ashley's hospital room, he was met with an unexpected scene. Ashley was struggling on the hospital bed, her face turning purple as a thug held a pillow over her head. Xander leapt forward, wrestling with the thug and knocking him to the ground.

Ashley coughed and removed the IV from her arm, her eyes wide with relief as Xander helped her sit up. “Thank you,” she said, her voice hoarse from the struggle. “Even though I have been a bitch to you, you still saved my life.”

Xander shrugged, trying not to think about their past arguments. “It's nothing,” he muttered, feeling awkward.

But Ashley had other plans for him. “I want to have sex with you as a reward,” she said bluntly, causing Xander to choke on his breath.

“What?” He spluttered, his face turning bright red.

Ashley didn't hesitate, standing up and removing her hospital gown. “I can handle it,” she said confidently, walking over to the door and shutting it behind her. “I want you to be the dominant one this time.”

Xander's mind was in a whirl as he followed her, wondering how he had gotten himself into this situation.

“Y-You don't know how long I have been waiting for this moment.” He said with a glint in his eyes and pushed her back up against the wall. His body pressed against hers, and just as she let out a whimper. “I…I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“No, it's okay…” Ashley whispered. He didn't know why she wanted to have sex with him at a time like this, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to hold her in his arms. He wrapped his hand around her throat, pressing into her esophagus, his fingers pressing into each jugular with enough pressure to cut off most sound but still allow her to breathe and stay conscious. His breath was hot in her ear and on her neck.

“I…I don't know what you have done to me, but I want to hold you in my arms every time, even when you were still married to that scumbag, I still wanted you to be mine…I know I am your slave but…” His other hand traveled over her as he spoke. Trailing up her arm, his fingers grazing down her cheek to her collarbone, drifting down her chest until his hand grasped and squeezed hard with his last words. She placed her hand on his lips and looked into his blue eyes.

“Stop talking. I understand how you feel. Let's do this before I change my mind,” she said. His knee forced itself between her legs against her mound as he squeezed.

“Your pussy is already so fucking hot for me?” he grinned at her, his eyes holding hers as he let his hand trail to the waistband of her panties and slip inside. As his fingers hooked against her, pressing into her clit, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to escape the reality of him against her and touching her. He squeezed his hand harder for a moment, causing her eyes to pop open in response.

“Keep your eyes open and watch me while I touch you. I want to see your beautiful eyes.” His fingers continued to rub against her through her panties, and her face begged him to stop. But he wasn't going to stop now, now that his dream was coming true.

Ashley tried in vain to squirm away from his touch, but it only facilitated his fingers being able to slip between the lips of her pussy against the cloth.

“You are already wet for me, baby. Looks like your body wants me, after all.” He breathed into her ear and took the lobe into his mouth, suckling and licking in time with the movements of her fingers. She was making soft mewling gasps in his ear, driving him crazy. He needed to feel more of her under his arms.

“I'm going to take my hand off your throat, and you are not going to make a sound, not a single shriek. Do you understand? You won't like what will happen if you do.” Ashley nodded in response, surprised by the dominant side of Xander that was turning her on.

He was still the same man she fell in love with when they had a one-night stand. He released her neck to grasp the straps of her bra, and just as he did, she sucked in a big breath of air and started to let out a yell as he cut the straps and tossed the bra to the floor. Making her forget, she was a patient who was struggling for life a few minutes ago.

Ashley tried to fight to get him to stop because she wasn't sure she could have sex in his condition anymore, but a hard slap in the face quickly cut off the yell she had started. Xander rested his eyes on her gorgeous breasts and quickly found her nipple with his mouth, sucking and biting and licking. He released her tit with a satisfying popping sound, took a wrist, and shoved it down the front of his scrubs.

“I want you to suck my dick since I have been so nice and attentive to you. Play nicely with it, and maybe I will just let you have more.” He knew this was a lie. He would have his cock buried inside her before this was over.

“And since you've got your little hand wrapped around my cock, I will return the favor.” His hand slipped under her panties, two fingers diving into the soft, delicious heat of her pussy. The wetness welcomed him inside of her easily. Ashley gasped as his fingers invaded her, and tears began to slowly slide down her cheeks as he thrust inside of her.

“Please, stop. I don't think I can handle this dominant side of you,” she whispered.