Page 30 of Lessons in Desire

He grins harder. “The same day I put it here, it sold. I told you; you have something special. The guy even wanted to see more of your work. I told him I’d pass along his interest.”

I stare at my work, shocked and elated and terrified. Never in my wildest dreams did I think the work I did would be of interest to others and yet … Asher was right. Turning, I jump into his arms, laughter bubbling out of me as tears press against my lids.

“Thank you.” I breathe. The sound of steps drags us from our moment, and we pull apart, grinning silently as two girls round the corner.

Once they’re gone, Asher nods his head. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” I whisper as he leads us to a restricted area in a separate part of the gallery. It looks like a half-finished exhibit. “What is this place?” I ask.

Paintings hang from the ceiling from wire, and sculptures dot the surfaces, everything tied together with sweeping fabric of varying shades of blue and black.

“It’s my next exhibition. I like to get a feel for what I want the experience to be like before I go sorting the whole studio out.” He fingers a star that hovers in the air. “My next exhibition is Cosmic Tears.”

“I love it.” I whisper.

“I thought you would.” He turns suddenly, and swallows the space between us, pushing my body into a bare wall. “It’s also a very restricted area.” He hisses, before his lips crash onto mine.

I groan against his lips, finally understanding what he means. His tongue sweeps against mine, the pressure unbearable, but just as sudden as he started the kiss, he stops.

Pulling back, he smirks. “Strip.” I go to rip my clothes off, to bare myself to him in a second, but he sends me a stern look. “Slowly.”

I lick my lips, my throat drying, all the moisture leaking to my core and slowly peel away my clothes until I’m naked, my breasts heaving with my heavy breaths. “Are you going to do the same for me?” I whisper, desperate to see that long, throbbing cock, pre-come beading at the tip.

Asher grins, shaking his head. “Not today, sweetheart.”

I pout, eying the length of him growing beneath his pants. “I want it.”

He doesn’t reply, save for a stern, growled, “turn around and bend over. Hands on the wall.”

“Yes daddy.” I gasp, the term falling from my lips like it did that first time in his office. I turn, complying, my body craving his direction. My pulse skitters as I hear his heavy steps coming closer, his warmth teasing.

“Good girl.” He whispers before cupping my pussy.

My back arches, desperate for more. “Please.” I beg.

I can hear the smirk in his voice. “No.” He peels his hand away and I cry out. He’s teasing me. He’s enjoying my need, my desperation. He’s enjoying seeing just how much of a desperate whore I am when it comes to him.

“Spread them wider, Evelyn.”

I do it.

“Arch more.”

I do it.

“Now stay like that.” He whispers, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I whimper as he gets closer and closer and closer to my wet, warm, pussy, every stroke a new frustration.

“Do you want me inside you?” He growls.

“Yes.” I cry.

“Then say please.”

“Please! Fuck me, daddy, please, please, please fuck me.” I howl, trembling with the effort to keep myself bent and arched.

His chuckle trembles along my spine. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispers, dragging a finger up my centre once again. I hear his zipper come undone and my stomach clenches, desperate to feel him. His warmth rests against my centre, his tip teasing my throbbing hole. He rubs up and down, spreading my need and driving me further into frenzy.

When he slides in, I almost sob.

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