48. Astor
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
ASTOR
A shower is exactly what I need. Last night took a toll on me. I’m losing my footing here and I feel like I’m still losing her. Three bodies last night and still no information about where Miles is. He’s radio silent, again .
I’m about to shower when the front door opens and Alessia walks in. Her face is hard to read and I don’t like it. I can always read her, even when she hides it from everyone else.
“Let me see your hand,” she says, stalking up to me. I frown and she yanks it, staring down at the cut. “What’d you do?”
“I’m fine.”
“Astor…what did you do!”
“I’m trying to find him for you…it just got out of hand, one of his guys cut me. I’m fine.”
“You need stitches, I’m sure.” I smirk and she shakes her head. “No.”
“Why? It was a part of our training, you know how.” She sighs and throws her bag down, raising her eyebrows at me.
“Where’s the stuff?” she questions. I walk into the kitchen and pull out the emergency medical bag.
She grabs it and starts setting up on the kitchen table. She grabs my hand and inspects it. The cut is deep, I knew that, but I wasn’t going to say anything. I got it to stop bleeding, so it’s probably not a big deal, but I’ll take any reason at this point for Alessia to touch me.
“It’s going to hurt. I’m not sorry about it,” she says, smirking. She starts cleaning it and it stings, but I show no reaction. I watch her and I know by her tongue dashing out that she’s zoned in. She preps the needle and string, getting to work.
“You know, if you’re going to go after my rapist, you could’ve taken me,” she says after finishing up the first stitch. I will myself to breathe when she sticks the needle back into my punctured skin. “Ok?” she says, stopping and peeking up at me.
I nod. “I didn’t want to bother you. I had to find him first.”
“Did you?”
“Not yet.” She ties off another stitch and starts the last one.
“Good, we’ll find him together.” I raise my eyebrow and she quickly finishes off the stitches. “And everyone else who helped cover this disgusting fucking secret.”
“As you wish, little devil,” I say, pulling my hand back and grabbing the gauze. She stops me and wraps it around.
“Be careful next time, ok?” She stands, leaving me to clean the mess up as she retreats upstairs.
I quickly clean it all up when my phone rings.
“You told her about my hand?” I ask.
“She fix it up for you?” I shake my head at his logic, he was trying to help. He was worried last night. I told him he didn’t need to leave Caroline to come with us. I had the guys; Mikhail and Jay were there. Teagan was more worried about Alessia and took watch on the house.
“Fucking stupid. What do you want?”
“I think we found him. PI said they thought they saw him at his father’s office around 4:00 a.m.”
“We checked there,” I tell him as I walk up the stairs. Alessia is shedding her shirt, making eye contact with me when I walk in. I tilt my head at her, taking her in, and she rolls her eyes.
“Apparently, there’s multiples.”
When I walk towards the bathroom, she holds her finger up to me. I stop and sit on the side of the bed. I put the phone on speaker and sit it next to me, muting it.
She goes to close the door and I chuckle.
“Alessia, do not close that door. Finish undressing.”
“You don’t get to see me.”
“You’re my wife. Yes, I do.”
“True enough, but you definitely don’t get to touch.”
“Then I won’t. But I will watch you touch yourself. Look in the mirror, now.” She shakes her head and I raise my eyebrow.
“Now, Alessia.” Justin is talking about something. I don’t know what it is, but I truly don’t care either. Because when Alessia hooks her hand in her panties and yanks them down, I groan. “Bra, off.”
She stutters for a moment, fighting with herself on whether she should listen or not. But after a few moments, she snakes her hand backwards and unclasps her bra. I stand and walk over to the door, thinking she would stop me again. But when she doesn’t, I stand behind her and direct her to the mirror.
“I don’t have to touch you for you to get off, little devil.” Justin is still on the phone, and at this point, I’m tempted to just hang up because I haven’t heard a thing he’s said in the last few minutes, anyway.
Alessia stares at us through the mirror and I put her hand on her chest, gliding it down and back up. She yanks her fingers away from my grip and goes back to tug on her nipple, causing herself to groan. My cock is at attention already, but I know she’s still too angry or confused to actually let me touch her.
“Play with yourself and do exactly as I tell you. Understand?” I whisper in her ear. She nods relentlessly as I step back and lean against the wall to watch my masterpiece make herself fall apart. Her gaze follows me to the wall and I shake my head.
“Watch yourself. Not me. I’m not here, just use my voice.” Her eyes slam back to the mirror and her cheeks flush when she watches herself. She’s never done this before and I’m glad. She and I watch as her hands travel and caress over her body. Her head tilts back and her lips part as she holds back a moan. “Stick your fingers in your mouth and soak them.”
She pops her fingers in and when they come out, they are shining with her saliva. “Show me,” I grit out and she holds her fingers up for me to see. “Now, show me how wet you are.” She slips a finger through her pussy folds and moans, before showing me again. “Do it again, but with two fingers. Push them deep inside.” She does what she’s told and my hands are moving before my brain can catch up. I pull my cock out and slide my hand over my length as I watch her. “That’s right, little devil, push them in and out. Be a good girl and add a third finger. You can take it, I know you can.” She’s panting as she pushes a third finger inside of herself, working her pussy slowly. “Fuck yourself faster. Isn’t that how you like me to do it? Fast?” She moans loudly when her speed picks up; just like I knew she would. My girl likes it fast; she likes it rough. I’m jerking my cock harder and harder as she milks herself.
When her eyes close and her fingers started stuttering, I force myself to keep my load down.
“Don’t you fucking come yet. We aren’t done. Take your fingers out.”
“Astor…please. Let me,” she begs. Her fingers are still buried deep inside of her, but her movements have stopped.
“You come when I say come , understand?”
“Yes, tell me to keep going. Please, I need to keep going.” She’s panting and I give in.
“Keep going, fast and hard. Don’t hold back.” Her fingers work eagerly, she’s chasing her orgasms like I’ve been chasing her. I’m so close to coming from watching her that I truly think my dick will fall off with how hard I’m squeezing it. Her arms start shaking first and she tucks her lip. “Watch yourself come. Watch what my voice does to you. Then I want you to turn around and watch what watching you does to me.”
Her face turns red and she explodes all over her hand. She’s drenched. Her orgasm rips through her so hard that she starts skipping breaths. The moment she’s done, her eyes snap to mine as I pump my cock harder and harder. Her stare intensifies and that makes me go harder. This is what she does to me. She’s the only one that I’ll let make me resort to jacking myself off like a fucking teenager.
Her gaze never changes as my load drops all over my hand. I grunt as my release doubles me over. Her lip tips up a fraction and then she steps into the shower, leaving me there covered in my own fucking cum.
She looks over her shoulder and smirks at me.
“Justin, I’ll call you back.”