Page 272 of Second Sets Omnibus
I won’t cum or moan or curl my toes unless he gives me the go-ahead. This is me taking back the Asher I once knew and giving him back to the Asher 2.0 sitting across from me. Someone needs to take him by the balls and force him to be the dominating man he once was.
He’s no longer allowed to stay on the sidelines and wait his turn. It’s time for action.
He blinks several times, rubbing his jaw. “Come here,” he says with less confidence than I hoped, but it’s a start.
“Yes, Daddy Asher,” I murmur, sauntering around the edge of my desk.
God. The full-body shudder that works its way through him at the sound of his old nickname has my pussy weeping withdelight. If I thought I was horny this morning, this is nothing compared to that.
It’s odd having him at my mercy. Or me being at his mercy, I guess. Trying to be, anyway. It brings me back to the night he laid me out on the dining room table at the Castle House and rocked my goddamn world with his demands. Every word he said, I did. Every command he laid out, I fucking followed.
Today will be no different. Today is the day Asher takes me how he wants me.
Asher doesn’t reach out for me when I stand before him in my underwear. His fingers may not caress my flesh just yet, but his eyes absolutely ignite with lust, traveling over every inch of my body with a fine tooth comb.
“Fucking hell. You’re going to kill me,” he murmurs, finally brushing his fingertips over my abdomen and gliding around my belly button.
“How so?” I whisper, leaning into his warm and inviting touch, still refusing to take the reins on this whole endeavor.
Whatever Asher wants to do, it’s up to him.
“You’re just so fucking beautiful. Then and now.” His fingers trail up to the swell of my breast, gliding over the white stretch marks lining my skin. Abruptly standing, he towers over me, still fixated on running his fingers over my boobs.
“This is your show, Daddy Asher,” I murmur, pushing my tits into his hand as he cups it through my bra, running his thumb over my pebbling nipple.
“Hmmm,” he hums, leaning forward to bite through my bra.
“Fuck,” I hiss at the beautiful sting flaring under the intensity of his teeth.
“My show,” he murmurs, running his tongue along my bra until he meets my flesh, traveling up my neck and right below my ear.
I nearly cum when he sucks my skin in between his teeth, nibbling around until my lips meet his.
“I want you to bend over, Little Brat,” he breathlessly says against my lips, palming my ass.
Fire brews beneath my skin when he watches my reaction with such intensity I feel like flames are licking every inch of me.
“Yes, Sir,” I say with a smirk, growing wetter by the second.
Turning around, I place my palms on my desk. My back arches, and when I look over my shoulder, I nearly combust at the sight of him.
Those hazel eyes gaze directly at my ass, trailing toward the wet spot collecting on my panties. All these pent-up hormones run rampant with need, turning me into a begging mess.
“Please, Asher,” I moan, wiggling my ass a little.
“Please, what?” he dares to ask, undoing his belt from his jeans and rolling down his zipper. I watch in fascination as his cock springs free, bulging and twitching with need. “What do you want, My Brat? Do you want me to fill you with this cock? Shove it so far up your dripping pussy that you cum?”
Jesus fuck Christ, I’ve created a dominating, dirty-talking monster.
One that I like.
If he keeps this up, I’ll come before he ever fucks me. Or before we finish our damn lunch.
“Yes, Asher.” I swallow hard when one finger trails down my ass cheek, slipping beneath the fabric of my panties. Getting closer and closer to the promised land.
I jolt in surprise when the thin fabric of my panties rips in two. My breaths shudder when he holds them in front of my face, displaying the wet patch on the fabric.
“I have been holding back,” he admits, pressing his lips to my bare shoulder, trailing kisses up my neck. “I’ve been trying to respect what we have now. But you make it so fucking hardto respect you when all I want to do is fuck you like you’re my fucking little whore. I want to shove my cock down your throat and watch you swallow. Fuck. I’ve?—”
