Learn to Behave

Maybe a last time

A/N: Not quite those 8 votes, though I am really motivated, so let's ignore that (yeah, it's seven, I know), so let's set the goal for the next chapter; It'll be written at 7 votes. This time, for sure. Okay, if I can keep my promise, I can't guarantee it, but I'm still thinking that it'll take 7 votes to drive me to write more...
 So why the chapter today: Yeah, I just had an idea today, and if I didn't write it down today, I was like, "I'll forget." Ok, exposed, maybe not, but still, I wrote this entirely  chapter today:)

WARNING: SPICY CHAPTER(REALLY SPICY) :))

It was Thursday, the day before the collar testing weekend. Sara was casually walking through the aisle. When she was back at the dorm, Ash sat on the couch.  She glances at Ash; she can't deny that he's unbearably hot. With his black button-up, his black trousers, and his hair that's styled in surfer style falling into his face. Conceals the in reality dominant face of Ash. Letting his manner soften. His button-up isn't fully closed, showing a part of his bare chest. His lean body is slightly pushing through his casual outfit. She stands there, staring at him. He looks up.

"Enjoying the view," Ash said in a low voice with a smirk on his face.
"Uhhh..." Sara replies, shaking her head and getting out of the stare.
"Tell me, Sara," Ash follows up in a very teasing tone.
"Uhhhmm" Sara says, noticing herself getting wet, and a blush appears on her face.
"Oh, that's how it is." Ash chuckled slightly and slowly stood up, his full, muscular body now on display.

While Ash was slowly walking over, Sara gaped, looking up at Ash. Tension in the air. 
"Tell me how wet you are right now," Ash said darkly with a smirk.
Sara tried to tell him, but out of her mouth only "Awshdklq" came out. She blushed harder and looked down at her jeans. She felt herself now starting to soak through. Ash now stood before her. She's looking up at him, feeling aroused only by his existence. His hand takes her cheek and drives down to her neck. Caress her neck. 
His hand now runs from her neckline down to her breast, squirming on her nipple, pressing them together, rubbing them. Her nipples are now getting hard. Sara let out a moan.

His hand went further down to her torso. He now unbuckles the button of her jeans and pushes his hands into her panties getting inside of her panties band. 
His hands were getting near her wet slit. His fingers parted and brushed along the outer lips of her pussy.

A soft moan left Sara's mouth. She melted into the other hand of Ash, who held her under his back, pressing her against him. Ash is now pressing his fingers together and brushing with two fingers over her wet slit. Sara let go of a louder moan. 
He takes his finger out of her slit and feels her wetness on his finger. Her glistening juices, nearly dripping down his finger. Ash is now holding his finger to Sara's mouth. It's still gaping, and he's slowly getting near her mouth. 
"Taste yourself," Ash said in his now commanding gaze.

Sara didn't stop him; he pushed his finger into her mouth, which was now closing. She sucked and licked on his finger. He's slowly pulling them out. 
"Please..." Sara said it without any context.
"Tell me what you want," Ash growled. Sara, looking down, saw a bulge that had formed in his trousers.

"Please fuck me for maybe a last time," Sara blurted out.
"With pleasure," Ash growled.

He lifted her from the floor in bridal style and carried her to his bedroom. He threw her on the bed, pulled her baggy jeans down and threw them on the floor, and got himself a rope. 
He pulled her T-shirt up and pulled it over her arms. Leaving her bra on.
He got on the bed and up to her arms, taking her wrists and binding them back to the bed top. 

Sara, now unable to move away, unclasped her bra. And gently rubbing her nipples. Then he nibbled with his mouth on her sensitiv skin around her breast.
Sara let out a moan. He is now shifting from the bed. He did nothing, just looked at Sara, admiring the view.