Page 23 of Degraded Terms

“Fuck yes,” he hisses.

He flips me onto my back as I’m trying to catch my breath and straddles my stomach.

“Push your tits together.”

My hands shake as I do what he asks and he leans over me. He grips the headboard as he rocks his hips, sliding his cock in my tight cleavage. I crane my neck to watch, seeing the tip of his hardness pop out every other second. Asher picks up his pace and I struggle to keep hold of my breasts as he does.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Nghhh.”His hot cum sprays onto my collarbone and face and my pussy clenches in response, When he’s spent, he climbs off of me and looks down.

Asher’s greedy eyes scan the bed and then he grins. “Such a needy, messy girl. What ever will I do with you?”

I swipe a finger through his cum and bring it to my mouth, licking it up. His entire face darkens and I squeeze my thighs together.

“You already want me to fuck you again, don’t you, Pet?”

He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he scoops me up and carries me to his shower.

After the shower, he changes the sheets before drying me and rubbing lotion on my body. The expertise of his hands puts me back to sleep. When I wake again, the sun is beaming lower through the window and I’m alone in bed.

“Asher?” I call out hoarsely as I sit up. The glass of water on the nightstand is heavenly as I drink it before sliding off themattress. I cover my breasts with my arm as I glance around the empty room.

Walking over to the dresser, I find it nearly empty. Just a few pairs of briefs and socks. I grab a pair of socks then head to his closet, grabbing a shirt off a hanger and dragging it on.

It falls right below my ass. If I stretch my arm above my head I’ll be mooning the world, but it works for now. I’m about to close the door when a glint near the floor catches my eye, and I shove the rest of the hanging clothes to the side.

“Oh my god,” I mutter under my breath. My heart takes off at a startling speed, and my stomach turns as I stare at the mirror.

The mirror has photos of me plastered all over it. Photos of me in all angles and multiple outfits. There’s even one from when I dyed a strip of my hair for the charity I was helping last year.

“You weren’t supposed to see that yet.”

I scream, turning and falling against the doorframe.

Asher hadn’t made a noise to let me know he was there. I slide down till my ass hits the floor, holding a hand to my heart as I stare up at him. He’s watching me with calculating eyes.

“W-what is that?”

His lips thin, as if debating how to answer, but I reach forward and rip a photo off. He flinches, his eyebrows dipping as I stand and wave it in front of his face.

“This is from months ago. What is this!” I shout.

Asher takes the photo and places it back on the mirror and faces me. I gasp when he presses his body against mine, trapping meagainst the wall. His eyes roam over my face and settle on my lips.

“You were mine a lot longer than you realize.” His voice is soft as if trying to soothe me.

I blow out a shaky breath. “What?”

He grabs my hip, pulling me into him, and I feel the hard length of him against my stomach. “Do you think I would make this deal with just any student that offered? No, Ava. You’ve been mine for months, and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to have you as my beautiful, perfect pet.”

My stomach does that weird fluttering it does every time he calls me his in any sort of way. I try to shake my head, but he grips my jaw to keep me in place as he rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re stalking me,” I whisper.

“Hmm. Stalking is such an ugly term, Ava. I’ve consumed every aspect of your life. I’ve tried to guide you to better choices, watched you from the shadows, and protected you,” he admits, his nose brushing against mine.

My mind is whirling as I try to make sense of what he’s saying, slightly afraid of him and strangely flattered. “Guided?”

I’m stuck on that particular word because I haven’t seen him since last year and I’m confused about how he could have guided me into anything.

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