Chapter 7 Asher #2
Her hand was trembling, whether from adrenaline-based excitement or fear, I didn’t know, but I finally felt confident that though I was crossing a line, it wasn't going to end in my dismissal from my own company.
"Sir?" Veda mumbled with narrowed eyes and a scrunched forehead.
"You're an amazing woman, Veda. I want to savor you and enjoy this." I curled a hair around her ear and continued. "Now, last time, we didn't really talk about anything at all. I just took what I wanted. But what about you? Are you prepared for this? I mean, should I use protection?"
Some of these things I knew I should've brought up before I ever laid a hand on her last time, and that was my mistake.
This time, I wanted to be conscious of her desires and make sure she was taken care of.
The last thing I wanted was to walk away from this perfect moment feeling like I'd left things undone.
"Honestly?" she asked.
"Yes, I mean, I want you to be comfortable, and yeah, I'm really horny and I'd just take you like I did last time, but I want you to know I value you as a woman. You're not an object to be handled." My hand lingered on her cheek, thumb brushing over that high ridge of her cheekbone.
"I honestly liked it when you just bossed me around." She leaned forward, but in spite of the confidence with which she carried herself, I saw a bit of hesitation in her eyes. Uncertainty, maybe?
Her confession made a shot of desire punch through what little restraint I had left. "You like when I just order you around?" I growled from low in my chest, feeling my cock swell painfully.
"Yes… Daddy…" she purred, drawing out every syllable of the words. "Punish me… I've been a bad, bad girl."
Her whisper broke the last thread of restraint I had in me, and she smirked when she saw the flash in my eyes. “You think that’s all it takes?” I asked. “One little sentence and I just lose my mind?”
Veda bit her lip. “No, Sir.”
“No,” I repeated. “You’ve been walking around my office in that skirt all day, knowing exactly what it does to me. You want punishment? Earn it.”
She swallowed. “Tell me how.”
“Start with your mouth. Kiss me like you mean it.”
Veda rose up on her knees on the seat, leaned in, and pressed her lips to mine, tongue sliding against mine.
It was warmth and velvet and everything I hoped it would be.
I let her lead for maybe ten seconds before I took over, kissing her harder, tasting her lipstick and the coffee she drank an hour ago.
When I pulled back, her eyes were glassy.
“Good,” I said. “Now the tie. Loosen it. Don’t take it off.”
Her fingers went to the knot where they tugged until the silk hung loose around my neck.
Then she waited, eagerly watching my eyes for her next command while she bit her lip.
My heart was pounding so hard, I felt it pulse in my dick.
“Shirt. Three buttons. That’s all you get.”
She undid the top three, slowly, like she was scared to go further.
The fabric parted just enough to show skin. She leaned in again, mouth on my throat, little open kisses that made my pulse jump.
“Lower,” I told her.
She kissed down to the first open button, then the second, tongue flicking out.
As she did, I undid the fly of my slacks and guided her hand into them where she started stroking lazily, and my hips bucked into her touch involuntarily. My God, I was going insane at this pace.
“You’re dripping down your thighs,” I said against her ear. “Look at you. Already soaked and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Her breath caught. “I’m sorry, Daddy, but you make me so horny.” God, the way she called me that drove me wild. It was intoxicating, a fetish I'd only recently acquired, and Veda made it easy to jump right into the role play and feel powerful.
“Don’t be sorry. Be useful, baby girl. Keep that hand moving…"
She nodded, started that slow glide again—up, twist, down. Up, twist, down.
I let her do that for a full minute, maybe two, just watching her face, the way her cheeks went pink every time her thumb brushed my head.
I was already on the edge, precum literally oozing out of me with every stroke while she licked her lips and her eyes flicked from my dick to my eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“I want you inside me.”
“Not yet,” I said, voice low. “Tell me again, and this time, make it pretty.”
Veda’s eyes shimmered as she grinned at me, and my body already anticipated how dirty she was going to be. “I want you inside me. Daddy, please… I need it so bad.” That perfectly pouty face did me in.
I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt, found the soaked lace between her legs, and hooked my fingers in the crotch. One hard yank and the seam ripped clean open with a sharp tear.
Veda gasped, eyes going wide.
I reached inside my jacket, pulled out the foil packet, and tore it open with my teeth.
She watched, chest heaving, while I rolled a condom down my length.
“There,” I rumbled, then I gripped her hips and dragged her forward. "Now climb on me—knees right here.” I patted my thighs.
She scrambled up, skirt bunching higher as she swung a leg over and straddled me.
The torn panties hung useless on her hips, leaving her completely open. She hovered, breathing fast, waiting.
“Take me out all the way.”
Her fingers flew to my slacks, tugged me free, and wrapped tight around the base.
She gave one slow stroke, then another, eyes locked on mine like she was begging for the next order.
“Line me up, baby girl.”
She did, rubbing my head through the mess she’d already made, coating everything and lining me up to her entrance.
A shaky little moan slipped out when I brushed her clit and I caught her hips and dragged her down hard, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
Veda’s head fell back, a broken moan spilling out as she took every inch until our bodies were one.
She grunted and groaned. I felt her clench around me as her hands rested on my shoulder, but I kept touching her clit with soft pressure, watching every inflection on her face like it was my salvation.
“Now move,” I told her. “Show me how grateful you are that your Daddy knows what you need.”
She started riding me right away, hips rolling, skirt trapped between us.
Her tits bounced under that shirt and I undid her buttons, letting her spill free as I pulled the cups down on her bra before groping her with one hand.
My other shot back to her clit where we were joined. Up slow, down hard, again and again, the limo rocking with every thrust.
“Faster, now. Show me how much you want this.” I could already feel her walls fluttering around me.
She picked up the pace, riding me like the good girl she was, and I brought my lips to one nipple and sucked hard.
She yelped and as she did she clenched on me in an almost painful sensation.
She had me so hard it felt like my skin would tear down the middle of my dick.
And still she bounced on me.
The harder she went, the closer we both were to losing it.
“That’s my girl,” I growled against her neck. “Come all over me. Let me feel your body squeeze me.”
She slid down again and her whole body locked up.
Her thighs went rigid against my hips, back arching so hard her tits thrust out toward my face.
A long, shaking moan tore out of her, and her walls started pulsing around me in hard, milking waves.
I could feel every single flutter, every squeeze, like she was trying to pull me deeper.
Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, nails scraping the jacket, and her head dropped forward with hair sticking to the sweat on her neck.
I didn’t let her stop. I gripped her hips and kept driving her through it, lifting and dropping her so she had to take me over and over while she came apart.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled right against her ear. “Keep squeezing me with that perfect little pussy. You feel how hard you’re making me throb? That’s all you. You’re gonna milk every drop out of me soon…
“Listen to you falling apart on my cock. That’s my good girl, losing it exactly when I want. You're so damn perfect. I’m going to keep you right here, riding me, until you give me another one. You want that, don’t you? Want every last bit of me, just like the greedy little thing you are?”
She was still shaking, little aftershocks rippling through her every time I lifted her and dropped her back down.
Her moans turned into these broken, desperate whimpers, like she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to beg me to stop or beg for more.
But I wasn’t done.
I wrapped one arm tight around her waist, pinning her against my chest so her tits pressed flat to my shirt, and started thrusting up hard.
Short, brutal strokes that made the whole seat creak.
Every time I bottomed out, she made this high, shocked sound right in my ear.
“Again,” I growled. “God, you're so beautiful when you unravel. Such a perfect, beautiful girl for me, aren't you, Veda?"
She tried to shake her head, saying, "Too much…" but her body betrayed her.
Her hips started chasing mine on their own, grinding down when I drove up, after that second peak like she was starving for it.
I slid my hand between us, found her clit again, and rubbed fast, tight circles. “Come on. Be Daddy’s perfect girl and come again while I’m buried inside you.”
Her breath hitched, body going stiff all over again.
“There it is,” I rasped, feeling her start to clamp down. “Give it to me. Milk me with that tight little—”
She shattered a second time, harder than the first, a raw cry tearing out of her as her whole body convulsed.
The pulses were so strong, I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then, but it was pointless.
I was too close.
I came with a low, guttural groan, hips jerking hard as I emptied everything I had into the condom, pulse after pulse, until there was nothing left.
She clung to me, panting against my neck, both of us wrecked and shaking.
I was completely spent. Every cell in my body had gone slack.
Her warmth felt so incredible, even with a condom, that all I could do was sit there and twitch, even when she climbed off my lap and left me growing limp with the full condom intact.
She sat to the side, fixing herself, while I pulled the condom off and tied it.
Then I took a few napkins from the storage pocket on the side of my mini fridge and turned toward her, but she was distracted, looking at her phone.
So I was a bit cheeky, dropping to my knees to spread her legs and devour every drop of her moisture.
She tasted like condom and that salt-sweet moisture her body made, and she pushed my head away with a snicker and clamped her thighs shut hard.
"Asher," she hissed, but it still wasn't enough to force her to put the phone down. But she did glare at it.
I wiped her clean and wadded up the used napkin, shoving it in my pocket with the full condom, then tucked myself away and waited for her to turn to me.
She seemed agitated by something on her phone, but I didn’t want to pry.
"Everything okay?" I asked her patiently, and finally, she put the phone in her coat pocket and slid the coat on her arms.
"Fine," she said breathlessly. "I just… Thank you for using a condom… If we're gonna keep doing this, it's a must every time. Okay?"
I could tell she was still distracted, but I pulled her hips toward me on the seat and kissed her hard. She moaned softly and pulled away.
"You taste like me," she mewled with a smile that I mirrored.
"How do you know what you taste like? You little minx…"
Veda reached for the door handle mumbling, "I have to get back…" and when I reached for her hand, she dodged it. But I did manage to keep the door open.
"Veda," I called, and she paused three steps away from the car, turning back. "Are we gonna keep doing this? Sex, I mean? Because I'm not here if this is just sex. I think I want more…"
A flustered expression flitted across her face as her shoulders bobbed and she said, "We'll see…" But the grin on her face was priceless.
She owned me. Heart, soul, and most definitely body.
Veda Porter was my new addiction.