5SOS BxB Smut

Excuse you?? ~Ashton~

As soon as the door closed behind the boys, I turned to Ashton and said, "Bedroom. Now."

Ash sputtered, and opened his mouth to no doubt be sarcastic again, when I cut him off, "If you say one more word, you will regret it, I assure you."

A fiery mix of lust, anticipation, and confusion swirled in Ashton's hazel eyes before he headed up the stairs, smirking at me over his shoulder, pulling his shirt off and leaving it on the banister.

You see, Ashton was particularly mouthy all day today. I understand playful banter, I do, but going so far as to share details about our sex life with the boys? No thank you.

So I decided to give him a little punishment. Maybe have some stories of my own to use as a muzzle for a later date. A "you tell a sex story about me, I'll tell one about you" sort of thing.

And maybe it was just an excuse to take control in the bedroom.

I slipped out of my jeans, but decided to leave on Ashton's muscle tee to work him up even more. After all, he does love it when I wear his shirts. To keep him even more on edge, I waited 15 minutes before heading up the stairs after him.

Ash had shut the bedroom door, which was unusual. I took a moment to compose myself and threw open the door to find that he'd also taken off his jeans, and had a hand in his boxers, stroking himself.

Ash looked me up and down with hooded eyes, breath stuttering, as he had no doubt been playing with himself since he got up here.

"Excuse you? Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" Where I was getting the fire in my voice, I had no idea, but I am thoroughly enjoying the effect it's having on Ashton.

"You didn't- mmm- didn't say not to, oh god." He's obviously more worked up than I expected.

"And because I didn't say it directly, you assumed it would be ok? Hm? You don't get it, do you," I say, walking to the closet to get a few things I'll need. "You are not in charge here. I am. And you don't get to do anything unless I say you can. Understand?"

I turned around, items hidden behind my back, and Ashton gasped, then nodded, still tugging on himself.

Looking pointedly at the hand moving in his boxers, I told him to stop. He looked pained at having to do so, but obeyed nonetheless. I could already see the desperation building in his eyes. This was going to be so much fun.

"Stand up. Hands together in front of you."

He did as instructed, his erection tenting the front of his boxers. I placed the items from the closet on the bed, out of his sight before securing his wrists with one of the bandanas I had grabbed along with lube, a vibrator, and a cock ring.

"I'm really glad you still have some of these lying around, even though you don't wear them anymore." Once his wrists were tied together, I asked: "Safeword?"

He responded immediately, "Apples."

"Good. Unless you are going to use it, I don't want to hear one word out of you. You can make all the pretty noises you want, but you've done enough talking for the day. Understand?"

He nodded, and pride flared in my chest; he's doing really well considering I hadn't given him any warning that I was even planning this. I pulled him down for a kiss, because, honestly, who can resist those lips?

"I love you," I muttered after we broke apart. He didn't say anything, but he pressed a kiss to my forehead in response.

I stepped back from him, hooking my thumbs in the hem of my (his) shirt, pulling it over my head. I heard his intake of breath when he saw that I was wearing his favourite set; the black lace thong and matching bra with the bow in the middle.