They took a cab and headed, as Ashley surmised, to the building where this erotic spectacle, in which Randal was the main actor, took place.
Tonight, as Randal pointed out, Ashley was about to commit a folly. For she had lost her mind. Because of Randal, because of what he'd done, because of who he was. This would be her second secret to Shawn, in the same place and about the same man, whom she'd once worn left for him.
How ironic.
Like the first time, they had to pass through at least three doors and several bodyguards.
"Important people come here whenever they want to rest, among other things, so obviously security has to be perfect.
"And you, Randal, are you one of those important people too?"
"Me, you're kidding!" he quipped, "A mere engineer..."
"That's what you used to be. But you're not anymore."
"Whatever." he finally replied as he ushered her into a vast empty room that lit up automatically as they entered. A room as she could imagine it for someone like him. "We don't need to know each other to spend this night together."
The room was now softly lit, creating a nonexistent intimacy.
"I have so many things I want to do to you, Ashley, but let's start with what you can do for me right now."
And without waiting, he pulled her into his arms, squeezing her hard to the point of suffocation before taking hold in her mouth for a devastating kiss. So devastating that the young woman thought she'd liquefy.
They kissed intensely, almost brutally, moving so much that they ended up rubbing against each other.
Randal's tongue explored the inside of her mouth as if to learn every last bit of it, then ran his mouth over her face, over her ears, licking the inside of them before nibbling the lobe, and down to her white neck."
He murmured against her skin.
"Your neck is so beautiful and looks so fragile, I could easily..."
He deliberately didn't finish his sentence, which made the young woman shiver all the more and sob slightly.
"Please, don't talk like that. Not tonight."
He laughed. He was so cruel.
"All right. But it's such a shame."
He took her mouth again while seizing her breasts, caressing them, kneading them, pinching the tips already hardened by mingled desire and pleasure, then just as suddenly, he pushed her away, considered with an amused look her shocked, frustrated and furious expression all at once, then moved away from her to a wonderfully sculpted chair.
"Do a striptease."
"What?" asked Ashley, still giddy from their kiss.
"A striptease."
And he pointed to a tablet.
"Choose the music you want to dance to for me."
Then having said that, he settled even more comfortably in the chair, spreading his legs, ostentatiously showing off the bulge that was distorting his pants.
Ashley stared at him for a moment, licking her lips as she glanced at the proudly erect bulge, which must have been painful for him.
She had to relieve him as quickly as possible.
So she chose a song and began to dance while taking off her clothes.
She called on all the skills she'd acquired in her dance classes. Besides, he had to remember this detail."
She moved, undulated, released her hair, which fell down her back like liquid gold, then lowered the zipper of her dress as if doing it for him was the only possible choice.
She didn't wear a bra; in fact, she hardly ever did.
"No bra." he remarked, his voice a little hoarse.
"No." she replied in the same tone.
She lowered her dress, revealing her alabaster breasts, her flat stomach and finally her ruby-red lace panties that didn't hide much of her anatomy.
The dress fell to her feet like a colorful but faded flower.
She caressed her breasts, her belly, biting her lips and plunging her veiled but impatient gaze into his.
"See if you're wet." he asked in a breath, running a hand over her greedy mouth.
"Why don't you check for yourself."
And she lowered herself to all fours and moved towards him, undulating like a cat in heat.
She came to him, put her hands on his thighs, massaging them before going to find the bump even more impatient what and caressed it as if to soothe or excite it further before nibbling it.
"Delicious."
Randal pulled the young woman to sit astride him, placing his roving hands on her buttocks. Ashley immediately undulated on top of him, rubbing herself especially on his sex, which longed to be released in every way, sometimes hopping on top of him.
She got so wet that she ended up wetting his pants too.
They lowered themselves together to see the wet marks.
"See, I'm wet like you want me to be," Ashley gestured against his mouth.
"Good girl. And good girls should always be rewarded."
He lowered his hand to unbuckle his belt and pull down the fastener before freeing his sex from his boxers, which gushed out triumphantly. He was huge, really huge. She'd seen it at the show, but now, seeing it in front of her, it was a whole different story. Reality was even more incredible than dreams. Then, without waiting, he pulled aside the panties covering the hot, damp cellar and thrust into her with a single, vigorous thrust, causing them both to moan with pleasure.
Randal immediately imposed an intense rhythm on both of them, but the young woman didn't relent and imposed a new cadence, adding a longitude movement. They wrestled for a long time, enjoying each other, biting, clawing, exchanging unbearable hot kisses before Randal triumphed and imposed the final rhythm that carried them away to the peak of ecstasy. She'd obviously cum in Shan's arms before, many times in fact, but this time it was different, like fireworks tinged with darkness.
Ashley arched her back against Randal, who was pouring every last drop of himself into her.
When the astonishingly delicious electricity that spread through her limbs finally subsided, the young woman let herself go against her ex, who had also finished emptying himself.
"Get up," he ordered, and without waiting, he forced her to her feet, stripped herself of her clothes in turn, and brought her close to a well-stocked cart set against the wall.
He leaned Ashley against the wall, gazing at her distressed but determined face with a slightly crazed look.
He licked her reddened lips, leaning against her for a moment to let her feel all his renewed vigor.
He turned off the lights.
Ashley let out a muffled cry.
"Don't worry," Randal reassured her, laughing softly, "your other senses will take over."
"Open your mouth."
She obeyed.
"What is it?"
He placed something in her mouth. Ashley tasted cautiously.
"Cheese."
"Yes."
"How do you know I'm telling the truth."
"Because I taste it first."
She punished him for his condescension by grabbing hold of his cock and rubbing it so that he grunted with pleasure.
"Naughty."
And he stuffed something else into his mouth.
"How about this now?"
"Grapes."
He walked one over her breasts, rubbing the pink-tipped seed.
"Yes, as delicious as your nipples."
He reached for something else.
"And this now?"
"Strawberry."
"Yes, quite."
She swallowed before inquiring.
"You licked it before you gave it to me, didn't you?"
"How do you know?"
"Because I could taste you."
The silence that followed was electric.
"Now this," he said in a disembodied voice.
And he led his mouth to her flat breast lightly covered with cream.
Ashley licked without answering.
"So what's this?" insisted Randal, stroking her bottom.
The young woman remained silent. He pinched her savagely.
"You answer it."
"Cream."
"But more." he demanded, merciless.
"Your breasts."
"Good girl." he rewarded her as he smoothed her hair.
"And this?" he continued, forcing her to kneel before him and open her mouth.
He moved for a moment and with vigor before releasing her mouth.
"Your answer!"
Ashley caught her breath and licked her lips before giving it.
"You melted chocolate."
"But still." Her tone was gentle but, this time, terrifying.
"Your sex."
"His taste?"
" She swallowed her saliva.
"Delicious."
"Perfect."
He gave a sort of mournful laugh.
"And of course you're also going to bitter and swallow the creamy milk that's going to come out of it."
He stroked Ashley's unseen visa before returning to his mouth.
"Watch your teeth."
She nodded.
This time, too, she didn't have to do much, for he grabbed hold of her head, her hair, and moved into her mouth with a force that assumed he wouldn't be there long.
Indeed, a few minutes later, he arched his back, sinking into her throat and breaking free, letting out a wild cry.
"Drink it all without letting anything out."
She did her best and almost drowned, so thick was it and so much of it.
When it finally came out of her mouth with a groan of satisfaction, she hated it but was unable to leave. And they both knew it.
He turned the lights back on. Ashley needed time to adjust to the sudden light.
Randal quenched his thirst. When he had done so, he put water in his mouth and, kneeling in front of Ashley, poured it into his.
He did this five times.
"There, I think that should do it. For my milk was already heavy."
Yes, she hated him, so much, but she did nothing to stop him from doing as he pleased.
In fact, he soon had a steel bar lowered over the young woman, complete with metal chain and black leather restraints.
"I knew it. It's the black that brings out your blondness the most."
And without further ado or asking his ex's opinion, he tied her wrists before raising the steel bar. Soon, Ashley had to stand on tiptoe.
"Randal, it hurts," she said, moaning in pain. The latter answered nothing, but stood there contemplating her like a work of art he'd long coveted and finally obtained.
"I know."
His answer shook the young woman to the core.
"Randal, please."
"If only you knew how beautiful you are."
He reached up and opened her mouth, inserting his thumb. He caressed her pink tongue, but Ashley suddenly bit him.
"Ouch, you coward," he said, his gaze baffled.
She shook her head as she continued to bite him.
"Let go." he said again, nibbling a nipple. She moaned and finally let go of the thumb. Randal immediately inserted his tongue and they exchanged a deep, imperious, breathtaking kiss.
Then, without detaching their mouths, Randal slipped his hands under his mistress's thighs and lifted her, forcing her to tie her legs around his waist, then penetrated her with vigor.
For a long time, only their breath, their moans and the metallic sound of chains tore the silence of the room. Randal held her firmly by the hip as he fucked her again and again, thrusting in and out, rubbing her against him until together they once again reached that peak of pleasure so intoxicating they were losing their minds.
Randal buried his face in her neck, setting her skin ablaze with his male breath, flooding her with his sweat burning to engulf her.
Everything was perfect.
It took them eight years, but they finally made love together, and it was even better than anything they'd ever imagined. So everything was perfect, or should have been. Alas, if the truth was simple, reality was never.
And this time, it was her fault, because dark thoughts appeared in her mind and clouded it.
"Randal?"
"Hmm?"
"How many women have been here, in this room?"
He raised his head and looked at her, puzzled.
"I haven't counted. But a lot, that's for sure."
And he detached himself from her to return to the cart and poured himself some champagne.
"There's wine too, but nothing compares to champagne. Wait a minute, I'll give you some like I gave you water."
She felt rather than saw his smile.
"About women I was talking about you."
"I understood, and no, I stopped counting, after five. Then again, that was the first month, six years ago."
The young woman's blood ran cold."
"I see. And I also see that you now have a tattoo. I'm guessing it's the work of one of those women whose number you've lost."
He didn't need words to confirm; her greedy smile did that enough.
"And yet, I remember you didn't like tattoos. You told me with such certainty."
"What a memory! Sorry, but I have no recollection for that kind of detail. But as for my appreciation of tattoos now, you must know that people change. And so do you. Before Shawn, you were a virgin, after him, you're not. And worse. Before me, you were faithful, after me..."
Again, he didn't finish his sentence, which in a way gave it even more impact.
"You..."
"You're here because you want to be, Ashley. And I kept my promise, didn't I?"
Yes, Ashley had to admit, he'd kept his promise, far beyond any words themselves. He'd succeeded in making her forget what had happened at their mutual friend's club. The invasion, the robbery, the shootings, the murders, the blood.
But that wasn't enough. Because the truth was, the young woman didn't want to be just another name on the list of countless women who had passed through him. For that matter, they didn't even care about their names, because she'd noticed the look on his face at this show.
The women present were for him a source of pleasure, nothing more. He treated them well, but they didn't mean anything to him.
Ashley didn't want to be unimportant to him.
"I know I'll never get a tattoo, Randie."
He raised his eyebrows, sensing that the next part wasn't going to please him at all.
"And why is that?"
"Because if I don't, I'll become just like you. A filthy murderer."
The silence that followed was the deadliest the young woman had ever known. The silence that had followed the criminal's order to the club was nothing compared to it.
Randal finally nodded, then turned to the cart and picked up a bottle of wine which he uncorked, before coming over to her.
He circled her as if appraising her as a mere commodity, a slave, a person who didn't matter.
Then, finally, he stopped behind her, and leaned over to whisper.
"Did you and your innocent darling, by any chance, ever perform...anal fucking?"
Ashley immediately tensed as if she'd just been bitten by a snake. And besides, Randal was a snake. He had become one, anyway.
She refrained from answering, but he moved to see her face and knew the truth.
"Of course not. You're incapable of it."
He took a sip of wine and from his mouth poured it over the now very sensitive skin of the young woman, who gasped before shaking like a leaf.
"Why are you trembling? There's no reason! It's only wine, even if it is red. Nothing to do with blood. But perhaps," he continued, pouring the reddish liquid over her, "you'd prefer it to be. The blood of those...criminals I killed without any hesitation or conscience."
He laughed, a sinister laugh.
"Eh yes, ma belle, I am a murderer. You're right. And no, this wasn't my first...murder, or my last for that matter."
He took hold of her buttocks, massaged her anus with one finger before inserting it.
Ashley tensed.
"Already painful when it was just a little finger of nothing at all? Oh Ashley, you saw how big I was. But I'll give you pleasure. I've never failed."
Now it was two fingers.
"Relax or you won't survive it."
"Fuck you."
"Oh, as energetic as ever. So that means you're ready."
"No, I'm not. I never will be!"
"That's what they all say. But they think exactly the opposite."
He wet his fingers in Ashley's mouth and spread the saliva over her sex.
"Vola, I'm not a monster, Ashley, and you've tasted your own taste."
And he spread the young felle's buttocks to spread her anus as wide as possible.
"I'm coming in."
"No!" she shook her head.
But he didn't listen to her and entered.
"There, the head's in!"
Ashley tensed, biting her lips.
"No, stop, it hurts!"
"I told you to relax."
"No, it hurts too much!"
"I know."
And he thrust in again, before coming to a stop, laughing, and pulling out.
Ashley didn't understand what was happening. Randal had stopped and was now untying her then going one of his clothes and throwing it curtly at her.
"You don't have what it takes, Ashley. Neither you nor your Shawn. Now get ready and get out of here. And don't bother coming back," he concluded.
Ashley looked at him hatefully, soothing her sobs, then gathered up her things and set about dressing.
"As if I'd ever want to come back here, let alone see you again.
"Shut up and hurry up. And get out of here, just hearing your voice makes my stomach turn. Go back to your shitty Shawn and stay there!"
Ashley did indeed hurry to get dressed.
"He's better than you'll ever be."
"That's what you'd like to believe, huh."
"It's the truth." she insisted incisively. "You rapist and murderer!"
"You piss-taking piece of shit. Now get out of here."
After one last hateful, scornful, yet vulnerable look, Ashley turned on her heels, and head high, walked out with the firm intention of never coming back. To forget him forever.
She succeeded the first time. She'll succeed again this time.