Ecstasy and Adderall

"Look at me," he said sharply, slapping her cheek to get her attention.

Matt seemed to notice the change in his voice and tilted his head curiously, but Asher ignored him for a second, his focus on her. She stared at him with those sexy, desperate eyes, trembling and so very horny.

And he held her by her hair and flipped the whip in his hand to tease her dripping cunt with the handle so that she tossed in his grip, her eyes rolling with wild pleasure.

And Asher saw it again. It was something that should have made him angry, something that was drama on a night when no one wanted any goddamned drama.

"You bad, wicked little fuck." But his voice wasn't angry, not at all. The words came out amused from him, actually, because she put him in a little bit of a predicament.

You see, there were certain rules and protocols at Sulfur's. As you can imagine, alcohol was a highly restricted thing. Asher controlled it with hand stamps and paper bracelets.

Once someone started drinking, they got one of each and couldn't actively play anymore, but they could stay around all they pleased and be a voyeur because everyone got off on that.

It was actually really rare that he had people try to cheat and drink more, but when they did, his bartender had a long enough memory to recognize them.

But oh, his little birthday demoness hadn't tried to get away with alcohol. No, she was high as a kite on something that he felt pretty sure was on the line of harder drugs. He shook her by her hair. "You had to sign a fucking agreement to get in my door, girl."

She stared at him, her playtime fun interrupted by his change of pace. He kept himself quiet though. No one needed to know about this conversation, mostly because he wanted to handle this one for himself. "What do you-?"

"Do not play the stupid card with me." He stared into her eyes, holding her still. God, if he was smart he would send her on her way home and not consider her for a card to get in later.

Ivory would kill Asher if he knew the thoughts Asher were having, what he was going to do. They had both agreed that drugs were a no-go when they wanted to allow harder fetishes. It wasn't fucking safe and it fucked up the entire atmosphere. No one liked it or wanted it.

Evidently he wasn't being smart tonight. No, he was being impulsive. How interesting.

She shivered when he stroked her pussy with the whip handle again, thinking and fantasizing. He didn't want to make her leave, you see. He wanted to bring her to heel. "Don't tell on me. Please? I've dreamed about this place for months and months. Please?"

Asher grinned at Matt. "Don't tell on her, she says."

He rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Damn it. And that was fun too. Do I need to do anything?"

"No, you're fine." Asher looked at the girl in his arms. "Say goodbye, birthday girl."

"Wait! But I-"

Matt cut her off that time. "He's the owner, love. Whatever you did, you've already told on yourself."

Poor Matt. Asher felt a little bad. Matt didn't care enough to ask what was up because he fucking hated drama. So if Asher said that he would handle it, he was more than happy to leave her in his hands because he knew she'd be safe there.

That's why Matt only took light one night play stands and why he didn't go overly hardcore, either.

It wasn't his thing, which made Asher sad he might mess up his night. "Sorry." But then Asher brightened. He could fix it, though, and he rather liked fixing things. "But oh, Deirdre is upstairs, and she has her cat stuff."

Matt brightened and grinned. "See you around." For his little birthday playmate, he wryly shook his head. "Good luck, bad girl."

Easy. Awesome. Little drama and no one around really knew anything was up. It was just her and Asher and she looked up at him, her high fucked up with this turn of events. "Please. I'm sorry. Please don't make me leave."

He considered her, undoing her chains and letting her wrists down. "What are you on?"

She swallowed. "Ecstasy and Adderall."

Asher winced. Great. Drug cocktail. "Clever combination, I'll give you that. Ecstasy for the pleasure, but focused with the Adderall so you can better hide it. I almost didn't even notice it and that's no light playtime drugs either."

"I gave it some thought. I didn't want red eyes from the Vicodin or THC and I couldn't just do the E because it makes you scatterbrained and- I should shut up and stop talking now."

Dear lord, she was a chatterbox on the stuff and he just let her keep talking in amazement while she damned herself.

"Realized what you were saying a bit too late, did you? So it wasn't spur of the moment at the door and was thought out. That's good to know." Yeah, he wasn't going to go easy on her.

But God, she was a delight in this weird, deranged way. She swallowed and tried to bite her tongue while he considered his options.

"Let's see. Not just breaking my rules, but apparently you were so very eager to get in my door and yet, you wanted to be greedy on your birthday, wanted to have your cake and eat it too. What a bad fucking girl you are."

She winced. "Please. Please, this is everything I've ever wanted in my life. This is amazing."

By then he had pulled her to the side and he lifted his eyebrow.

"If it's so fucking amazing, then why did you have to enhance it with your drugs? Why not come in sober to enjoy the entire experience for what it is? And did you really just decide to walk into a den of doms and sadists and think you'd play with one while hiding drug use? How arrogant do you have to be?"

She would have been sobbing if the Ecstasy wasn't obviously giving her a fun time. It was clear that she looked somewhere close to wanting to panic.

"I didn't think about it! I'm sorry, I really am. It just sounded good and those two together feels good and I wanted to be here and it was my birthday and-"

Asher held up his hand because she was working herself up. "Hush. You'll find it's hard to move me to anger. Alright. I believe you." And he did actually.

That level of recklessness and spontaneity made perfect sense with what he had seen of her so far. Such delicious abandon she had. Somehow, her drug abuse fit with those qualities he admired most in her.

She was a wild little bundle of energy, her eyes vibrant even if they were glassy at the moment. Now that he thought about it, it made perfect sense that she would have zero control.

Asher didn't know her but suddenly he was very interested in knowing her. Such a brazen little creature. How wonderful would all that impulse be when it was trained to submit?

He had found that the most wonderful slaves were the ones who were filled with emotion and rash behaviors.

She was more of those things than he had ever seen in anyone else. She was practically made to be a slave. Asher knew that from the very beginning, sensed it from that icy place inside of him where he controlled and dominated.

There was this cold freezer place inside his mind where he naturally existed when he topped or trained. It was like a cool mountaintop where he observed every little detail in the world around him without ever letting it touch him.

That cold place had never been so strong than the way it was when he looked into her eyes, drug addled though they were. Perhaps that's why he responded the way he did. Because for the first time, he responded on an impulse and did something so very unsafe.

"Let's see. I'll make a little deal with you, one you don't deserve. I'm feeling generous tonight, however."

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