14. Maya
fourteen
Maya
I twisted the cap of the small bottle open and dabbed the body oil on my neck and wrist, slowly rubbing it in. It smelled like warm vanilla, different from my other one. This one was more smokey.
Everything inside of me felt numb from that morning's events. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel, how I was supposed to react or even do. What could I do in the face of a god?
The one thing I didn't know was that everything inside me yearned to be next to him, in his arms. The thought of him trailing his lips up my body sparks fire in my body, and I look at him.
Asher sat me down, and I looked at my apartment. My heart aches from the damage that was done. Asher tried his best to clean everything up, but there were still remnants left behind.
I walked over to the broken floorboard with the impression of a goat's hoof. I crouch down and run my fingertips along the edges. The hoof itself was bigger than my hand.
When I opened my eyes and saw Asher- his form, whether true or not, I knew that I was supposed to be afraid. My heart felt afraid, and alarm bells screamed in my ears to get as far away as possible, but I couldn't bring myself to turn away from him. Monstrous or not. His eyes were the same eyes that I stared at now as he stood there looking at me, worried. The skin covering him was still him, and the tattoos that twisted up his arms were still his. His voice, though booming and earth-shattering, was still his. The way he touched me was so gentle. I would break if he held me too tightly; it was such a shocking contrast to his other self. But I found myself drawn to him nonetheless.
"I can replace it," he says quietly; he leans against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms, and anxiety is etched into every fiber of his face.
I smile and continue to trace my fingers over the imprint.
"No, I would like you to leave it." I didn't know why I didn't want him to replace it. But I knew that something inside me felt comfortable seeing it engraved in my home.
He stared at me, slightly confused, before walking over and offering me a hand. I reached out to him and stood, and he hugged me.
My physical body was afraid of him, but everything else told me that he was where home was. So even if my heart raced at deathly speeds, I would return to his side every time.
"So much for a relaxing day," he says, twirling me around. I laugh, and he dips me with a hand on my lower back.
"I'll have another, I'm sure," I joke, rolling my eyes.
"Only if I force you," he says. He lifts me and spins me around before I close the distance between us. He touches our foreheads and looks deep into my eyes. The goat eyes that pierced Damien earlier were now back to his slate gray ones, and I couldn't look away.
"I'll be okay. Besides, I have all evening."
"Are you actually gonna take the evening to relax?" He pulls me close and buries his face into the crook of my neck. He takes a deep breath, and I feel my body shiver. I pull myself closer to him.
"Thank you again for grabbing me a new bottle."
"Of course, my dear, I broke your other one. It's only right."
"I forgive you, Asher."
His body locks up, and he looks at me as if he's going to cry. He goes to say something, but the words fall short on his tongue, and all he does is kiss me.
He kisses me gently on the other side of my mouth, away from my damaged lip. He lifts me in his arms and holds me tightly, deepening the kiss with a hand on the back of my head.
My body immediately feels like I'm in the trap of a predator, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web. And before I know it, I'm panting between kisses.
He licks my bottom lip gently as if asking permission, and I open my mouth for him. Our tongues dance and swirl like twin flames hungry for each other. Both are plagued by a hunger that will never be satiated. He carries me over to the large chair and sits down with me, straddling his lap.
He turns me to where my back is against his chest, and in front of us is my large mirror. His legs are wide, and I sit in his lap like I was meant to be there from day one.
His fingers slide up the back of my head and through my hair. He grips me tightly and pulls my head back, exposing my neck. He runs his tongue along the bruises that run up the side of my neck and bites down softly on my jaw.
I hold his thighs tightly for support. He positioned me with my legs spread, showing the edge of my black silk panties. Just the sight alone of him dominating me with his kisses and fingertips was enough to turn me into a panting mess.
He wraps his hand up and around my throat, holding me firmly in place. He held my head forward, forcing me to look into the mirror while he ran his fingers down and began playing with the border of my panties.
"You drive me fucking mad."
His breath comes in a whisper hot against my ear, and I gasp. His fingers trace the now swollen heat over the thin fabric of my silk panties, and I find myself lightly bucking my hips against his touch.
I lean my head back and shut my eyes, gasping softly.
"Open your eyes for me, little one. I want you to watch as I defile you." His voice wraps around me, touching me from all sides, and at that moment, it takes all my strength not to come undone completely.
Asher breaks the barrier of my panties, and I can feel him slowly sliding his fingertips over my slick folds. My body vibrates from the touch, and my breathing hitches.
Asher peppers kisses along my ear and down my jaw, directing my face the way he feels best.
"Please," I whimper out.
"Please, what, baby girl?"
I buck to get more pressure from his fingers, and he immediately pulls away. I whimper in annoyance.
Asher chuckles and slides his hand underneath my shirt, where he circles my nipples with his wet fingers, delicately pinching and rolling the sensitive buds every few seconds.
I reach my hand to grab his wrist, and he quickly grabs both of my wrists and pins them behind my back.
"Come on, baby girl," he murmurs. He bites the back of my shoulder hard, and I gasp out loud. "I need you to use your words. Otherwise, Daddy doesn't know how to help you."
I stare at the mirror as his fingers trace my breast. Only a moment later, his hand returns to toy with the barrier of my panties. A slick trail of moisture begins sliding through my panties and down Asher's thigh, pooling on the chair beneath us. His eyes stare at it, and I can feel his body vibrating underneath me.
Asher palms his erection through his pants, threatening to break out any moment. I try to grind myself back against his mound, only for him to push me back and smack on my thigh.
"Ask properly for it," he says calmly. He leans back in the chair, still holding my wrists behind him and touching himself over his black jeans.
I try to speak, but the words never leave me, and he chuckles. He brings his hand around and lifts my skirt higher, revealing my panties fully.
"Look at you so desperate already just from a few kisses," he nips my ear.
My clit is pulsing, and I can feel my panties soaked underneath me. A large wet spot has begun to form on his thigh, and my face heats up from embarrassment.
He brings his fingers down and begins tracing my clit over my panties, his chest heaving powerfully behind me.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he whispers dangerously.
"Touch me, please," I beg. My words come out in a stutter, and I watch like a hawk as he slips the fabric over my pussy to the side, revealing it to us both.
His breath hitches, and he immediately reaches his fingers and parts my folds. I look away with embarrassment, and he bites my shoulder once more. The pain sends a jolt straight to my clit, and I moan.
"Do not look away again. Do you understand me?"
I nodded my head, and he sent a smack to the inside of my thigh.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" His voice is low and threatening.
"Yes, daddy."
My words make his cock twitch beneath me, and I slowly roll my hips over the throbbing bulge, earning me a moan from him. His voice comes out like silk, devastatingly beautiful.
He parts me again with his fingers, immediately sliding his middle finger inside of me just enough to drive me insane. I begin rolling my hips against his finger, unable to stop myself. Asher smiles wickedly behind me, his eyes never leaving my dripping cunt.
He suddenly reaches down and unbuttons his pants, allowing his cock to snap up and slap my core. Asher chuckles as my eyes go wide at the sight of it.
Asher plunges a second finger inside of me, and I throw my head back in pleasure.
"What did I say, Maya?"
I snap my gaze back up to the mirror, and he plunges a third finger in quickly, pumping them in and out of me at breathtaking speeds.
"How many fingers can you handle, baby girl?" He whispers. He runs his tongue up the nape of my neck.
"I've never-" my words get cut off as he halts his movements.
"How could I forget?" His words dance around me sinfully. "You're untouched."
I look at him and bite my lip.
Something inside of him seems to snap, and he grabs my hips forcefully and begins sliding my dripping pussy on his cock. I'm a moaning mess, and my mind is hazy, but I continue to look in the mirror.
My slick folds fall over his throbbing cock as the gods molded them to be there. Every time the tip of his cock bumped against the heartbeat of my clit, my body jolted with electricity, earning a chuckle from Asher.
I fell back against his chest, and he reached a hand up to lift my shirt, exposing my breasts. They bounced as he forced my hips to ride him.
"Look at you being such a good little slut for Daddy," his eyes were dark and lust-filled behind me. My core is hot, like I could explode any second. Every time he touches me, it feels like a fire trail erupts on my skin.