17. Asher
seventeen
Asher
" I think I want the head of a goat."
Her words ring through the air, and I'm genuinely shocked for the first time in a long time. I look over, and she looks completely determined and serious.
We finished eating and spent the entire night baking pies and other goods, only being able to lie down at 6 AM. Despite my protests, Maya returned at seven to bake a few more things before the festival began at nine.
"Can you help me grab some things from the storage room?" Maya calls to me from the kitchen.
"Of course, love, what do you need?"
"It's my bakery stand. I have to set it up out there. They should be clearing all the snow right now."
Maya is rushing around, gathering supplies and getting her baked goods in order.
"Do you think it'll be enough?" She is anxiously chewing on her thumb. She's been staring at the cart of baked goods repeatedly throughout the morning. "I could throw in some extra cookies just in case."
"My dear, this is more than enough. You've baked more than three times the amount of people in this town."
"I like giving some to the orphan kids afterward." She fidgets with her fingers, looks down at her hands, and my heart aches.
"My dear, you've done more than enough. Let me get your stand, and you should take it easy." I rubbed my thumb under her eyes, trying to help with the small bags that had formed from lack of sleep. "If you want to be on your feet, how about you make us some coffee or hot chocolate for the morning? It's gonna be cold out, and you'll be out there most of the day."
"I'll make us some hot chocolate," she says. Her voice still carries a hint of anxiety, but I let her walk off and made my way to the storage shed in the outback.
Around the shop is a small alleyway that leads to a concrete pad. The only thing hidden back there is a small shed that's no bigger than Maya's bathroom upstairs.
I unlocked the shed with the key she had handed me and began pulling pieces to her booth. I stacked them all on top of each other before carrying them out and setting them in the snow against the front of the shop. As I begin walking back, I glance inside and see Maya preparing hot chocolate. She's still wearing the thin dress she had grabbed after leaving bed last night.
I'll have to find her a warmer outfit for today.
I walk back to the back alley, lock the shed, and walk back up front. A glint of something shiny catches my eye in the snow. I bent down and picked up a small white coin with the engraving of a star on one side and the words Northstar beacon on the other.
I briefly turn it over in my hands before shoving it in my pocket. The name sounded familiar, like an old tale I had heard hundreds of years ago, but I couldn't place my finger on it for some reason.
"Asher?"
I look up and see Maya peeking around the corner. In her hands is a large cup of hot chocolate, and she begins to walk towards me through the snow, being careful to only step on the stone path to avoid the cold. She is still only in her dress with no shoes on.
"Be careful," I warn.
She skips on the stones to me and hands me a cup of hot chocolate, and I deliver a hard smack on her ass.
"Where are your shoes? And look at what you're wearing. You're gonna catch a cold."
"I won't get sick, you damn mother hen." She rubs her ass and begins walking away. She only takes about three steps before I scoop her up in my arms and begin walking us back inside.
"We need to start working on that mouth of yours," I glance at her, and she sticks her tongue out at me.
Once inside, I pulled the coin out of my pocket and set it on the counter before her.
"Did you lose this?"
She picks the coin up, turning it over in her small fingers for only a moment before shaking her head and setting it back down.
"It looks familiar, but I don't own anything like that."
I look at it briefly before setting it on a nearby shelf behind the counter. "Maybe someone dropped it, and we can return it soon."
Maya smiles at me, and a shiver runs over her body.
"Let's get you dressed in something warmer for the weather, yeah?" She smiles at me, holds her arms out, and I pick her up.
"Thank you for helping me get my booth. It would've taken me forever."
"Especially dressed like that," I glared at her. The thought of other men seeing her like that sent fire through my veins. She giggles and swings her feet, and I can't help but watch every motion of her body.
When we got to the apartment, I set her down on the edge of her bed before digging through her dresser. This little ritual has become something that I look forward to every morning.
I pull out a long floor-length skirt made of heavy green velvet and a thick Red turtleneck, which I set down on top of the dresser. I also pull out a pair of thick black panties and layered red stockings and walk over to her.
As if it's her second nature now, she holds her foot out to me, and I kiss the top of her foot before sliding the stocking up and ending it high on her thigh.
"Are you going to be with me today at the festival?" She asks, her voice dripping with honey.
I glance at her, and she bites her lip and slightly spreads her legs, exposing herself to me. I don't break eye contact with her pussy as I slide the other stocking up to her leg.
"I won't be far, my dear. I'm gonna start looking into things that have been going on around town."
She frowns and shuts her legs, quickly jutting out her bottom lip in a pout.
I stand and run my hand up her thigh, dragging her dress with my fingers. "Come now, baby. You and I know it must be done; I won't be far. You'll be in my sight all day."
She huffs a bit before looking up at me. "Promise you won't be far?" Her eyes flash with a hint of worry, and I cup her face with my hand.
"You call, and I'll be there before my name even finishes leaving your lips." I kiss her forehead and slide her dress up and over her head, leaving her sitting in front of me with nothing but stockings on.
My breath shutters, and I run my fingers up her side and underneath her breast. Her breath hitches, and I pull away before grabbing her bra and turtleneck and sliding them on her.
"That's not fair," she pouts.
"I'll make it up to you later, dear. Someone needs to keep you on track."
"We have time."
I slam her down on the bed, pinning her arms above her head. "Trust me, little girl. I want to take you just as badly, if not more. Let me assure you every second that I get to sink my cock deep into you, I will take it without a moment's hesitation." I tapped my finger on her lips.
"But-"
" But you have responsibilities today that you have to take care of. Soon as we get that done, I'll reward you with cock and a tattoo."
Her eyes light up at the mention of the tattoo, and I stand up. I grab her legs and yank her to the edge of the bed.
"Stand," I commanded.
She stands up, and I help her slide her skirt on. She looks in the mirror for a moment, smiling brightly, before rushing off to the bathroom and bringing me back her brush and a box of different hair accessories and jewelry.
"You don't wanna do your hair today?" I ask, grabbing the brush.
"I like it better when you do my hair," she smiles and sits on the floor before me. I begin digging through the box.
I pulled out a set of golden bell-shaped earrings and a small necklace with a gold star on it.
"You're very fashionable, you know," she jokes. I slide the earrings into her ears and clip the necklace around her neck. Then I pulled out two gold ribbon clips that fell and spiraled down her hair.
I pull her hair up in a half bun, leaving loose curls to frame her face and pin the bows underneath, leaving the ribbons trailing down her long hair.
She stands and twirls in front of the mirror, admiring herself, and I can't bring myself to look away from her.
She rushes to a nearby closet before returning with a pair of black shoes.
She sits to begin putting them on, and I click my tongue. She looks at me momentarily before standing up and bringing me the shoes. She lifts her foot on the chair between my legs, and I slide the shoe onto her foot before repeating the ritual with the other.
"Let's get you out there, yeah? I know many hungry mouths are waiting patiently for your pastries."
" Our pastries," she corrected me.