Chapter 8
Ava
Lips press down my neck and I arch into them, wanting more. His breath fans across my skin as he laughs. The arm under my head moves so he can cup my breast and pinch my hard nipple between his fingers.
I hum. “I want to wake up like this every morning.”
Asher presses into me with a growl and I gasp, feeling him grow harder inside me.
“Did we sleep like this?” I ask in awe. I didn’t know we could do that. Asher’s dick is definitely big enough to stay, but all night and he doesn’t slip out? That doesn’t seem possible.
“Yes, Pet.” He grabs my thigh, throwing it over his leg as he thrusts deeper.
My eyes roll back and his hand skims across my stomach, circling my clit as I clench around him.
“I have to pee.” My cheeks burn at the embarrassment, but his touch is overwhelmingly good and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m so aroused or my bladder is full. His finger doesn’t stop rubbing and I squirm in his hold. “Asher.”
“Shh, Ava. I can feel you soaking me. Your cunt is drenched with the idea of coming for me again. I know you want it too, my horny little cum slut.”
His dirty words burn through me, building a fire in my belly as he starts pounding his big cock in and out of me. I was too far gone last night to fully appreciate his size, but my god, the stretch of him is borderline too much.
“Oh god.” I can’t stop repeating the phrase as he takes me. His breathing quickens, and the fast pants of his breath feel cool against my skin. I lean my head back, wanting to feel him everywhere.
I’ve never had sex in this position and I think it may become my favorite. The strength of him holding me in place as I feel each pump of his hips is euphoric.
My fingers claw at the sheets in front of me as my body coils so tight with my building orgasm I’m afraid my bones will break.
“Give it to me, Pet. Come on my cock.” Asher’s hoarse demand goes straight to my core.
The pleasure is so overwhelming it damn near hurts. Then it’s followed by relief. It’s not the same relief of emptying my bladder because I still feel that pressure, but an overwhelming pleasure of something else.
Asher pulls out quickly and I gush all over us. I can feel the liquid as it splashes all over our legs.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses.
He flips me onto my back as I’m trying to catch my breath and straddles my stomach.
“Push your tits together.”
My hands shake as I do what he asks and he leans over me. He grips the headboard as he rocks his hips, sliding his cock in my tight cleavage. I crane my neck to watch, seeing the tip of his hardness pop out every other second. Asher picks up his pace and I struggle to keep hold of my breasts as he does.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck— Nghhh.” His hot cum sprays onto my collarbone and face and my pussy clenches in response, When he’s spent, he climbs off of me and looks down.
Asher’s greedy eyes scan the bed and then he grins. “Such a needy, messy girl. What ever will I do with you?”
I swipe a finger through his cum and bring it to my mouth, licking it up. His entire face darkens and I squeeze my thighs together.
“You already want me to fuck you again, don’t you, Pet?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he scoops me up and carries me to his shower.
After the shower, he changes the sheets before drying me and rubbing lotion on my body. The expertise of his hands puts me back to sleep. When I wake again, the sun is beaming lower through the window and I’m alone in bed.
“Asher?” I call out hoarsely as I sit up. The glass of water on the nightstand is heavenly as I drink it before sliding off the mattress. I cover my breasts with my arm as I glance around the empty room.
Walking over to the dresser, I find it nearly empty. Just a few pairs of briefs and socks. I grab a pair of socks then head to his closet, grabbing a shirt off a hanger and dragging it on.
It falls right below my ass. If I stretch my arm above my head I’ll be mooning the world, but it works for now. I’m about to close the door when a glint near the floor catches my eye, and I shove the rest of the hanging clothes to the side.
“Oh my god,” I mutter under my breath. My heart takes off at a startling speed, and my stomach turns as I stare at the mirror.
The mirror has photos of me plastered all over it. Photos of me in all angles and multiple outfits. There’s even one from when I dyed a strip of my hair for the charity I was helping last year.
“You weren’t supposed to see that yet.”
I scream, turning and falling against the doorframe.
Asher hadn’t made a noise to let me know he was there. I slide down till my ass hits the floor, holding a hand to my heart as I stare up at him. He’s watching me with calculating eyes.
“W-what is that?”
His lips thin, as if debating how to answer, but I reach forward and rip a photo off. He flinches, his eyebrows dipping as I stand and wave it in front of his face.
“This is from months ago. What is this!” I shout.
Asher takes the photo and places it back on the mirror and faces me. I gasp when he presses his body against mine, trapping me against the wall. His eyes roam over my face and settle on my lips.
“You were mine a lot longer than you realize.” His voice is soft as if trying to soothe me.
I blow out a shaky breath. “What?”
He grabs my hip, pulling me into him, and I feel the hard length of him against my stomach. “Do you think I would make this deal with just any student that offered? No, Ava. You’ve been mine for months, and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to have you as my beautiful, perfect pet.”
My stomach does that weird fluttering it does every time he calls me his in any sort of way. I try to shake my head, but he grips my jaw to keep me in place as he rests his forehead against mine.
“You’re stalking me,” I whisper.
“Hmm. Stalking is such an ugly term, Ava. I’ve consumed every aspect of your life. I’ve tried to guide you to better choices, watched you from the shadows, and protected you,” he admits, his nose brushing against mine.
My mind is whirling as I try to make sense of what he’s saying, slightly afraid of him and strangely flattered. “Guided?”
I’m stuck on that particular word because I haven’t seen him since last year and I’m confused about how he could have guided me into anything.
Asher sighs. “Must we talk about this? Let me make you breakfast.”
I push at his chest, but he doesn’t move so I curl my fingers into his shirt. “Tell me.”
“I don’t believe you enjoy the degree you are so hellbent on obtaining. Nor do I believe you want to work in the field it’s designed for. I was simply trying to give you time to change your mind and declare a different major.”
My eyebrows knit together. He said so much, but nothing at all. I glare at him. “Stop talking in riddles. Tell me what you did.”
He stares at me silently, and I watch him back before something clicks in the back of my head. The tutor sessions, the discussions with peers and still wondering what I was missing.
My mouth drops open. “You failed me on purpose?”
His eyes flash with something victorious before his stoic walls are back up. I let go of him. My breathing accelerates as his jaw works back and forth. When he doesn’t confirm or deny it, I scoff in disbelief. “You did, didn’t you? Oh my god. Why? Why would?—”
Tears blur my vision when I remember what else happened last year. “You cost me that internship at the firm, didn’t you?”
He lets out a throaty growl and slams his hand on the frame above my head. “You hate everything to do with accounting. I know you do, Ava. I can see right through you.”
“It doesn’t matter! You had no right!” I shout, wiping at the tears falling down my cheeks.
“It does matter, you matter. I know you don’t want this, but I can’t figure out why you’re putting yourself through it.”
“Because I have to!”
This time when I push him, he steps back and I slip past him. I storm down the hall to the living room where my abandoned clothes are. His presence looms over me as I pull my shoes on and stuff everything else into my bag. My heart is in my throat, and I’m too afraid to look at him. It’s not till I turn on my phone to call a cab when he finally speaks.
“I’ll take you home.”
I ignore him, trying to log into the app I seldom use with shaking hands. Asher sighs, his footsteps getting louder as he reaches me and grabs my phone.
“I’m the same person I was ten minutes ago. I’m not going to hurt you, Ava.”
My gaze turns up to his, pinning him with a dry look. “I guess that depends on your definition of hurt.”
He has the gall to smirk. “I won’t apologize if you’re looking for one.”
“No,” I say with a saccharine smile. “I would never expect that from you. That would mean you have to think past yourself and your wants. And that will never happen so it would be insincere.”
Any amusement drains from his face as we stare at each other. I cross my arms and raise my eyebrows. “Are you taking me back or not?”