Chapter 4
VEDA
When his lips hit mine, I froze, eyes wide open as I nearly fell over backward.
Clayton wasn't kidding when he told me in the bar the night he asked me to do this that Asher was a very broken man.
I just didn't realize how needy he was too.
Not when he tore me apart in front of his board, not when he kissed me like a raving lunatic, and not even when my hands gripped the lapel of his coat and pulled him down harder.
Wow, what a kiss.
It was searing.
The sort of kiss that literally takes your breath away because it lasts so long and is so deliciously incredible, you don't want to pull away.
Asher's tongue invaded my mouth like the troops storming Normandy while his hands greedily pulled me harder against his body, which, judging by the press of his firmness on my thigh, very much liked it too.
My hand went to my skirt pocket. I pulled out my phone as Clayton had told me to do, and there wasn't a thought behind it.
This was a job I'd been paid half a million dollars for already.
I was doing what I was told and nothing more, or at least that's what I told myself as I lifted both of my arms and wrapped them around Asher's shoulders, opening my eyes long enough to navigate on my phone screen to the voice memo app.
I hit record and locked my screen, and then I set my phone down and got lost in his touch.
"My God, you drive me insane," he snarled, but he was still kissing me aggressively, now tugging at my silk shirt too, like getting it off me was more important than air.
"Yeah, well it's a short drive," I mewled as I helped him peel the silk away so it wouldn't rip.
Asher dragged his mouth from mine and growled against my lips. “Turn around.”
I spun before the sound even finished leaving him and my back met his chest in the same heartbeat.
His arm locked across my waist while he stripped the sheer silk away in a single impatient tug.
The shirt fluttered to the floor and cool air rushed over my skin as he unhooked my bra and let the lace follow.
The way he spoke to me was intoxicating, dirty… Like he wanted to dominate me but he wasn't going to take it by force. He just wanted me to obey him, and with commands like that, how could I resist?
He bent me forward with a hot palm between my shoulder blades. My hips ground into the table edge and the shock of cold wood on my chest and belly made me gasp. “Hands flat,” he growled at me, then positioned my arms at either side of my body. “Stay right there."
I flattened my palms on the polished surface and stayed exactly where he put me.
My breasts were crushed beneath me and I shuddered as his hand smoothed over the curve of my hips. "Um… okay…" I mumbled cautiously, afraid if I spoke too much, it would shatter the magic of this moment.
This wasn't at all what I thought Asher Locke would be like.
At least not from my first impressions.
"You like talking to me?" he asked as I heard the rasp of his zipper going down.
"Do you like me talking to you?" I asked, trying hard to see him out of the corner of my eyes.
But it was obvious I was nervous.
My voice cracked on the words, or maybe it was the way his fingers drew my skirt up my thighs to my hips, baring my black silk panties to the cold air.
My breath hitched as he slid a finger over the outside of my valley and he hissed.
"Just breathe, baby, just breathe…"
I shuddered again, clenching around nothing while he slid that same finger under the elastic of the panties and deeper in, until his skin parted my folds and was slick with my moisture.
"Christ," I hissed, but breathe I did.
"You're such a good girl, Veda… getting so wet for me so easily." Asher's voice was killing me. I was going to let loose already and he'd barely even touched me. "This ass of yours is even prettier when it's up in the air like this. Did you know that?”
He continued to slide one finger through my moisture while his hand palmed the curve of my left cheek.
He hooked his fingers under the thin band of my panties and peeled them down my legs in one unhurried drag, letting the silk snag for a breath at my knees before it slid the rest of the way and pooled at my feet.
I stepped out of them without thinking, the cool air rushing between my thighs and making me shiver harder than I already was.
His hand came back to my skin immediately, palm gliding over the curve of my ass, spreading me open so gently, it felt almost reverent.
A low, ragged sound escaped him, the kind of noise a man makes when he sees something he wants.
“Stay open for me." The words scraped out of him in a gravelly sound that made me shudder, but when he guided my hand back to pull a cheek wider, it had me clenching around nothing.
My legs moved before my mind caught up, widening on their own until I felt completely exposed, completely his.
He pressed closer behind me, and I felt as his dick dragged slowly along my folds, slicking himself in my moisture, teasing my entrance without dipping in yet.
I bit down on a moan and rocked back the tiniest fraction, which was met with instant resistance.
His hand settled on the small of my back again, stopping me cold. “Not yet,” he rumbled in warning. “You take what I give you, nothing more.”
I nodded against the table and my cheek slid along the polished table. “Yes,” I managed in a short burst of air. “Whatever you want.”
"Mmm, I like the sound of that," he purred. "Next time, call me Daddy."
He eased forward, just the head pushing in, stretching me open in an aching burn that made my fingers curl against the surface. "You like that, Veda? You want me to be your Daddy?" Then he stopped, holding there, letting me feel every inch of what I still didn’t have.
My body clenched around him, greedy and helpless.
My core screamed for more.
I could easily back onto him, take my fill, and satisfy that urge, but something told me waiting it out would be much better.
That Asher knew what he was doing and I would be wise to let him lead.
"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered painfully, though I desperately wanted him inside me now.
“Good,” he said, voice rough with restraint. “Now we start.”
He pushed forward in one long, claiming slide that filled me so completely, my breath caught and held.
Every inch stretched me open until his hips pressed flush against the back of my thighs and I felt him throb deep inside.
For a moment he stayed perfectly still, letting me adjust to his sheer size, letting me feel exactly who I belonged to right then.
His hands tightened on my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Don’t move,” he ordered softly, but so gently, I wanted to obey him. “You stay right there and take it exactly how I give it.”
I nodded against the table, cheek sliding on the cool wood. My left hand shifted, looking for something to hold, and my fingers brushed the phone again.
The screen lit for half a second—still recording every ragged breath, every wet sound—then went dark.
He drew back slowly, dragging against every sensitive spot, then drove back in hard enough that my whole body rocked forward. My moan came out broken.
“Louder,” he demanded. “Tell me who I am. Say it, pretty girl.”
“Daddy,” I gasped, and it was more of a whimper than a word.
“Again. Say it like you mean it.”
“Daddy, please—”
He rewarded me with another deep thrust, then another, setting a steady, punishing rhythm that had my thighs shaking. “That’s my girl,” he growled. “You wait for me. You come when I say. Not before. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, clenching around him.
Every roll of his hips dragged him along the sensitive place inside me and made my breath hitch over and over.
“You feel how full you are?” When he spoke, it did things to me, such bad things, I couldn't stop from flushing. “That’s me, sweetheart. All of me inside you. And you’re taking it so well.”
I whimpered, nodding against the table, completely lost.
His hand slid around my hip, fingers finding my clit and circling gently at first. “You’re going to come for me now,” he rumbled. “Just like this. Slow and perfect. Because I told you to.”
The words melted me. I couldn’t fight him.
He kept that steady, unhurried rhythm, filling me again and again while his fingers stroked me exactly right.
Pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter with every thrust.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed, “let Daddy feel it. Show me how good you listen.”
I broke open on a long, trembling moan, clenching around him in waves that left me shaking.
He held me through it, whispering praise the whole time.
Every twitch and jolt had me breathless, and I arched back into him when stars burst behind my eyelids.
“There it is… that’s my good girl… so pretty when you come for me… just like that… keep going, give me everything.”
When the last shudder left me, he pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades and stayed deep inside, still hard, still in control.
“Perfect,” he whispered. “So proud of you.”
He eased out of me slowly, leaving me empty and aching.
Before I could catch my breath, his hands slid under my arms and turned me around like I weighed nothing.
He lifted me onto the very edge of the table, spreading my thighs wide so I sat facing him, legs dangling.
“Look at you,” he murmured, eyes dragging down my body. Sweat shone on my skin, catching the low light.
My thighs were slick and glistening, wetness streaking all over my inner thighs.
He ran two fingers through the mess between my legs and brought them to his lips, tasting me with a low hum. “Gorgeous—dripping for me. You have no idea how sexy you are right now.”
Asher's palms cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks, then squeezing gently, possessively. “These,” he said, “perfect. So full, so sensitive.” He leaned in, mouth closing over one nipple, sucking slowly while his fingers rolled the other.
I arched into him, helpless.
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. “Arms around my neck. Hold on to me.”
I obeyed instantly, wrapping my arms tightly.