Chapter 15 - Zelda #4
His lips slammed into mine, biting the words off my tongue.
These weren't the kisses we shared in the backyard.
These were a narrow belt of electric heaven which offered the merciless savagery necessary to shutting down the loud and anxious parts of my brain.
They were the deliverance I'd come in search of.
After he dragged my bottom lip between his teeth, he gripped my shirt tighter, saying, "Show me what that looks like."
"Sh-show you?" I stuttered.
A muscle in his jaw twitched. He blinked at the hardwood floor. "Kneel."
The options weren't kneel or don't kneel.
They were give him what he wants or get the hell out—which sounded atrocious when taken outside the context of me very much relishing this.
I didn't have a curated set of sexual requirements or conditions to orgasm though I knew without hesitation I wanted Ash precisely as authoritative as he was about everything else.
And maybe I wanted the power that came with relinquishing control to someone who'd earned it from me.
Since I had no intention of running for the hills, I dropped to my knees. Instead of releasing my shirt as I went, Ash yanked it over my head, pitched it to the side. "Much better." He motioned toward his belt and zipper. "Go ahead."
That tone undid me.
The executive too busy to be bothered with unfastening his clothes, freeing his erection, even participating in this—this servicing of his body.
No, he had no intention of participating at all.
That was the dirty work carried out by dirty mouths and he cared nothing for the heartbeat between my legs.
He threaded his fingers into my hair as I peeled down his shorts and boxers.
His shaft bobbed up near his navel, full and ruddy like it couldn't believe it hadn't been put to good use yet.
I couldn't stop myself from trailing my nails down his thighs and up again, and watching with delight as he dropped his head back with a groan.
"Enough, enough." Ash curled his fist around his base and swept the head of his cock over my lips. I already knew the scent of him but it was different like this, different in a way that stirred low in my belly. "Get to it. Show me what you'd do under my desk, love."
There was a solid minute of tentative licking as if I hadn't had a popsicle in years but then I curled my tongue around his head as I stroked him. A jagged, rusty Fuuuuuuck gusted out of him. I peered up, grinning as wide as I could manage.
"Just like that," he panted, weaving his fingers through my hair again. "Fuck, Zelda, yes, just like that."
I was out of practice but Ash didn't seem to care. He growled and groaned when I got it right, twisted my hair around his fist and told me what to do when I didn't. It wasn't long before I was torn between the satisfaction of pleasing him and the need to hear more of his sternly spoken commands.
My eyes watered every time he snapped his hips forward and his shaft bumped the back of my throat. "Keep going," he ordered. "I'll tell you when you're allowed to stop."
We both know that wasn't accurate and he'd stop if I gave him any sign of needing to do so but the suggestion I didn't have a choice in the matter gouged out my belly and arrowed heat between my legs.
It wasn't about being taken against my will or being used but rather handing over the decision-making to someone I could trust with that responsibility.
And if there was anyone to be trusted with a responsibility, it was Ash.
He released my hair to cup my chin, tipping my face up a bit as he did it.
"No kneeling at the office, you say." His brows arched as he covered the fingers I'd wrapped around his length with his own and eased out of my mouth.
He hadn't finished but that wasn't the point.
This was only the start. "That's your request? "
I didn't know it was possible for every inch of skin to throb and burn until right now, when I insisted upon a conversation about our working relationship while also wanting to be violated in very twisted, beautiful ways. "Yes."
"And what of bending over desks? Is that forbidden as well?"
My core gave a painful clench around nothing. I nodded. "Yes."
"And if I want to spread you out on a conference room table? Or pin you to a door? Are those options available to me?"
I was dying here. All I needed was one flick to my clit and the ache inside me would subside. "No. Not at the office."
"Perhaps I ask you to inch your skirt up and pet yourself while I watch," he continued. "Will I be allowed that?"
I pressed my thighs together, shook my head. "No."
"That's right." Running his thumb over my lips, he said, "I already knew this but that demonstration was worth revisiting the topic."
"You—you already knew that?" I sputtered.
Ash reached for my elbow, whacking me in the face with his hard cock in the process, and helped me to my feet.
"I did. I'm aware you'd rather watch technically inaccurate archaeology movies than play secretary games and if I can be quite honest with you, I'd be out of business before the end of the week if I was allowed to have your mouth on me from nine to five.
However, watching you squirming and squeezing your legs together is a divine thing and I intend to see it again soon as it in no way controverts the agreed-upon limits. "
"Oh my god, no, please don't," I sobbed. "Please don't make me wait."
A cool, almost bored chuckle sounded. "I didn't mean right now, love, though it's pleasant to know I have you on the edge."
He spun me around as he searched for my skirt's zipper and did it again when he didn't find one. I hooked my fingers under the waist, saying, "It's more obvious than you think."
With that riddle resolved, my skirt hit the floor and he lashed an arm around my waist, jerking my back to his chest. "What do you want?" he asked. "No, don't tell me. I already know."
"That ego of yours." I wiggled against him, against the insistent thickness of him.
"Just you wait." A laugh rumbled in his chest but it might as well have been a lion's roar for the way it called up all the anticipation inside me. "Tell me what you don't want, love."
I knew he was asking this in a logistical, boundary setting sort of way but I couldn't stop myself from saying, "I don't want you to regret me."
He released another rumble. "Only a fool could regret you, Zelda.
I promise you that won't happen." I shuddered then but ducked my head to play it off as a reaction to his scruffy chin tickling my neck.
"I'd like to be finished with this discussion and well on my way to learning what you look like when you come so tell me, Zelda, is there anything else you don't want? "
"No. Nothing at all."
I wouldn't generally share this but given the situation, it was something you should know.
I've had some good sex in my day. Summer camp was a hot bed—literally—of dirty, instructive sex for teenagers.
Camp counselors knew how to get down after hours.
Some of us were real filth monsters with serious freaky streaks. In a good way.
And Ash was a serious filth monster in the best, most surprising ways. The second he'd kissed me in the woods, it was like a switch had flipped in him and the rigid, moody accountant disappeared and a coarse, demanding man took his place.
I loved everything about Sex Monster Ash.