I See You #5
Asha’s eyes bulged indignantly her offense at being doubted greater than the truth of her being a murderess. “I did not. I told you about what happened. I didn’t lie.”
“You did.”
“When?”
“I asked you specifically about the first person you’d ever murdered.
I knew Piece of Shit McGrabby hands we just bagged out of here wasn’t the first. If it were, you wouldn’t have been able to be as…
detached about his death. The same way you are in the retelling of the story. So who was the first?”
Her eyes fluttered slightly before they narrowed. Not in anger but in that always assessing way that she seemed to have when she was around me. As though everything I did needed to be scrutinized for veracity. And fuck if I didn’t like that about her even more.
“There’s a myriad of things I’d like to talk about.
But I’d rather stop talking and move onto the action portion of tonight.
” She swept her long ebony curls from her face and allowed it to tumble over her shoulder.
I’d never been a man to obsess over a woman’s hair before but there was something about Asha’s that was…
enchanting. The way she used it to display different sides of her personality intrigued me.
Like now, with it in its natural state, it showed vulnerability.
Even more than me being in her home and her only wearing this robe.
She didn’t bother with putting it in an intricate style or trying to style it perfectly.
It was raw and vulnerable exactly how she was.
“Murder wasn’t enough to get your blood pumping?”
“Pumping, yes. But I’m not sated.” The robe that had been tied tightly around her waist now whispered down her body exposing her entire frame to my hungry eyes.
I’d never seen her this way. Our one time having been with her body still shielded by the dress she’d worn to play in.
Our other trysts she’d been clothed with only parts of her bared to me.
But now I could see every part of her and my desire for her truth was no longer top of mind.
That had been a mercy from the gods because had I seen this amount of perfection before she slid down on my dick, I’d have nutted even faster than I had.
“What are you doing?”
She sauntered toward me, her hips moving in a rhythm that wasn’t exaggerated but had a hypnotizing effect as if she were trying to convince me to act. If only she knew I didn’t need any persuading, I was on whatever she was.
“Do you not hate men?”
“I find one particularly useful. And besides, if I’m going to be stuck with you I might as well enjoy the ride.” Her hands trailed over my chest and I wished it was bare so I could feel her on me.
“That doesn’t sound like the greatest ego stroke my dick has ever had.”
“If I look like this and you still need to be stroked after getting the green light, you might have an issue that needs to be discussed with your doctor.”
“Funny.”
She stood in front of me gloriously unbothered and I could see the desire in her features. “Can I find my relief in you or do I need you to find me another—”
My hands went to her neck and I bent down, the anger at what she was going to say overwhelming me.
“Don’t play with a man’s life that way.”
The smile she gave me made it clear this was the response she wanted me to have. “I was going to say another victim to harm but it’s good to see that yes you do desire me. So, do I have your consent?”
“I told you I was yours. Free use, consent is always there for you, Mistress.” I kept my hand on her neck briefly licking the spot that piece of shit had kissed, hoping to erase the memory of him. Even if it were momentary.
Asha’s nostrils flared desire pooling in her eyes as her hands continued to explore my form, stopping at my waistband. “I’m special.”
“Yes. One day you’ll truly understand how special you are.” The truth she wanted without her having to ask. That one was free no need to barter for it.
“I want to taste you.”
“I didn’t think my honesty would be rewarded.”
“Not a reward. My desire.”
“You want power over me in every way? To make me yield in your mouth the same way I do in your pussy?” She only smiled deviously as she lowered herself to her knees.
My shorts were pulled down my hips and my knees near buckling at how she let my dick bounce against her face.
The look of delight only made the tip leak as she licked it clean.
She didn’t hesitate, although she looked disappointed that the piercings weren’t there.
She stared into my eyes and like a savant with her instrument she strummed him to perfection making him sing sweetly for her.
Every stroke was in key forcing my eyes to close when I felt the back of her throat without restriction.
The force and the pressure were exquisite torture barreling me toward the crescendo far faster than I desired.
I kept my hands to myself fists balled at my sides, while my mistress liberated my soul from the confines of my flesh.
Without hesitation, she drank in every note hungrily until the last was consumed executing the tempo to perfection.
My chest heaved as I watched her pupils widen.
Her nails continued to scrape along my thighs heightening the release that had every muscle in my body tense for so long then languid after she plied her expertise.
When she licked her lips there was no longer a way for me to calm my desire.
I lifted her off her knees and into my arms. But the desire that had been burning so hot was immediately doused.
“Don’t.”
I slid her to the ground immediately remembering myself but not taking my hands off her. Despite my fuck up being disconnected from her was a physical impossibility. “I’m sorry.”
“An apology from you?”
“I broke the rules, Mistress. How am I to be punished?”
Her face was filled with gratitude at my lack of anger at her reaction. Which only made me feel worse about my actions.
“No punishment. After what you did today…”
I brushed one of her curls from her face, “I failed you and needed to make it right.”
“Ori—”
I put my finger to her lips and shook my head. “No arguments. Are you ready to go to sleep?”
Today had been heavy for her and I still couldn’t grasp the weight of my failure.
Someone being in this house and hurting her was enough to send me over the edge.
This is what I wanted to avoid with responsibilities but I wouldn’t trade having her in my life for the world.
And that realization was what I had to sit with.
With a nod she slid her hands in mine as I pulled my shorts back up my hips. As we walked by the robe she’d removed I picked it up and carried it over my arm. There was no need to put it back on her since I intended for us to sleep skin to skin tonight.
She climbed in the bed, and I tossed her robe on a nearby chair before removing my shorts. The floor to ceiling windows cast a glow from the moon through the sheers and I was too lazy to pull the blackout curtains closed.
“You never answered the question.”
“To what are you referring?” Asha looked up lazily from where she rested on my chest. My fingers danced along her skin the motions soothing me as much as her.
“The first person you ever killed, who was it?”
I was sure I was pushing her further than she wanted to go but there was no turning back. I had to know what led her to being the person she was. I was even willing to open up my own scars so she could see beneath the surface if that’s what it took.
A nearly soundless exhale that I felt on my chest was her response and I didn’t bother to look at her. Somehow I knew my gaze on her would be more than she could handle right now. Instead, I kept my eyes on the intricately carved ceiling, noting the motifs giving her time to answer.
“He was someone who desperately needed killing.” Her tone was different than before. Softer. This one was the one that had hurt her. The one that made her feel powerless.
“And you just happened to be in the right place at the right time?”
“Something like that.”
She clammed up then and I knew that was as far as I was going to get. I only nodded letting the silence end the conversation. It didn’t bother me since my mind was pingponging from one thought to the next.
Asha Avery truly was a serial killer. One she’d confessed to, another I’d witnessed and another she was still hiding.
But unlike when I’d uttered those words to Xerxes all those months ago, I understood now why she’d done what she had.
I didn’t blame her. Hell, part of me wanted a rundown of the list of people that she’d murdered just so I could ensure she’d done a good job of covering her tracks.
There was no way in hell I would let anyone take her away from me after we’d gone through this much together.
Like Papa Pope said, I’d become the hell and the high-water toward anyone who threatened my fucking wife.
Half my genetics were people from the sea anyway so it was right up my alley.
There was too much I wanted to ask her. Pain that still lingered that I wanted to rid her of.
But I wasn’t a fool. She gave me enough truth to get inside a part of her mind I was sure she never showed anyone.
I could tell that whoever this man was that she’d killed was a sore subject.
Her mind still being intact after interacting with him was a stunning feat.
With the things I’d seen and the evidence I’d gathered during my tenure, I knew the type of fate that awaited her if she didn’t get away from him when she did.
We lay in bed, her body wrapped around mine sleeping peacefully. I had questions for her and knew they would be answered in time. Asha had given me her burdens to carry and for a woman like her that was a monumental leap of faith. It was only right that I returned the favor when she asked.