🍬 Ashley — Candy Fantasy 🍬
Whispers in the Dark Ashley’s pulse quickened as she listened for the creak of her parent’s floorboards. It was 1:47 a.m., and Jordan—her boyfriend, her secret obsession—was perched on the edge of her bed, the moonlight etching his chiseled profile. At 40, he carried himself with a confidence that made her both nervous and exhilarated, a contrast to her own 18-year-old recklessness. “Are we alone?” His voice was a low rumble, fingers tracing the hem of her sleep shirt. She nodded, biting her lip. The risk of being caught was part of the game, part of what made their whispered encounters electric. Jordan stood, shedding his jacket with deliberate slowness. “Tonight,” he said, “you’re going to play a role for me.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “You’re my captive princess, trapped in a tower. And I’m the knight who’s come to rescue you—but only if you beg me.” Her breath hitched. Roleplay was always his idea, always more intense than she’d dared invent. She loved how he could turn her fantasies into a fevered reality. He pinned her wrists above her head, his grip firm but not unkind. “Say it,” he murmured. “Call me ‘sir’ and plead for salvation.” Ashley’s cheeks flamed, but she relished the thrill. “P-please, sir,” she gasped, the words foreign yet heady on her tongue. “I’m trapped… rescue me.” Jordan’s chuckle vibrated against her skin as he released her wrists, trailing kisses down her collarbone. “Such a good girl,” he purred, his hands roaming, mapping her body with a hunger that made her shiver. When he lifted her leg over his hip, she arched into him, craving the friction, the edge of control he held over her. The fantasy blurred with reality—the creak of her bed, Jordan’s ragged breath, the way her heart raced when he whispered, “Say you need me,” like a command and a prayer. She did need him, this man who made her feel simultaneously innocent and wicked, who turned her bedroom into a stage for her deepest desires. As they lay tangled in the aftermath, Jordan pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Always careful, mia bella,” he whispered, already slipping into the shadows, leaving her aching and alive in the silence. Somewhere downstairs, a floorboard groaned. Ashley smiled, her secret thrill intact, until next time.