Chapter 28
GRACE
“Did you like coming on my face last night?”
I can feel my cheeks burning up.
“Answer me,” he orders when I don’t respond immediately.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like that again?”
Having to answer makes this feel even dirtier, and I know that’s what he wants, for me to agree to all the filthy things he wants to do to me.
“Yes, Sir.”
He nods, pleased. “Stand up.”
I quickly comply, pushing my chair back and standing from the table.
He stands as well, moving closer. His fingers graze my collarbone, trailing down to cup my breast. A thumb circles the peak, drawing a whimper from my throat.
"Good girl," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. "You earned this."
I lean into his touch, nodding. His hand slides lower, under my shorts and panties until his fingers reach my heated core. One finger teases my folds, finding me slick already.
"Please," I whisper, hips shifting forward.
He chuckles, dark and promising. "Patience, Sugar. I decide how you come."
Asher's finger circles my clit once more, too slowly, before he withdraws. I whimper, hips bucking toward empty air.
“You won’t be needing these,” he says, gripping the edge of my shorts and yanking them down with my panties in one swoop.
I gasp. He leads me to step out of them before kicking them off to the side.
His palms travel up my body, smoothing over the bare skin of my legs and leaving goosebumps behind.
When he reaches the hem of my t-shirt, he pulls it over my head and discards it with my shorts.
And then his hands come behind my back so that he can unclasp my bra, letting my breasts fall.
He palms each one intently, like he’s memorizing the feeling of them in his palms, pinching and grazing my nipples.
“Please,” I moan. Shocks of electricity are pulsing through my core, and I’m desperate for him to bring his hands lower, to give me what I want.
"On the table." The words slice through the haze, a low growl in his chest, and I comply. "Spread your legs wider."
My knees fall open until cool air hits my slick folds. Exposed. Vulnerable. His gaze rakes over me, heavy and approving, enjoying every quiver.
"Beautiful." He traces one finger along my inner thigh, up to where I'm aching. Circles the entrance but doesn't enter. "I love how you drip for me. Like your body knows it belongs here, spread out and waiting."
Heat floods my cheeks, but I arch into his touch. "Please, Asher."
"Sir," he corrects, pinching my thigh hard enough to sting.
"Sir, please!” I whine.
His chuckle vibrates against my skin as he leans in, breath hot on my core. "I will. But first, tell me what you want. Use your words."
"I want... your mouth." The admission burns, but need overrides shame. "On me. Please, Sir."
He grabs my hips, yanking me roughly to the edge of the table.
And then slowly, so very slowly, he begins kissing me, starting at my knees and trailing up my thighs. I’m trembling, waiting for him to reach my sex.
He rewards me with a single, flat lick along my seam. I jolt, fingers gripping the edge of the wooden surface. He pins my hips again, tongue delving deeper, lapping at my entrance before flicking my clit. Sharp pleasure sparks, building fast.
"Yes," I moan, head falling back.
He pulls away too soon. "You taste even sweeter now.
Soaked and ready." His fingers join in, one sliding inside me, curling against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Imagine this, Sugar. Me tying your wrists above your head.
Your legs bound so wide you can't close them.
I edge you for hours, stopping every time you get close.
Until you're begging, tears in your eyes, just to come. "
My walls clench around his finger.
"Would you like that? Being tied down, at my mercy?"
I picture it—the ropes biting my skin, his weight holding me still as he takes what he wants. Fear twists with want, but the heat between my legs wins.
He chuckles. "I don't even need you to answer. I can tell from the way you're pulsing around my finger."
I moan, and he adds a second finger, filling me up.
"Good girl. And what about my hand on your ass? Red from spanking until you promise to obey every order?" His thrusts quicken, thumb pressing my clit.
Another spark. My breath hitches. "Yes, Sir. I want that."
Pride flashes in his eyes. "My dirty little girl." He dives back in, tongue swirling as fingers pump. "Come for me."
The pressure builds, coiling tight. I shatter, crying out, thighs trembling against his hold.
He doesn't stop, licking through the aftershocks until I'm boneless. Rising, he wipes his mouth, eyes darkened. "I want to feel those pretty lips around my cock. Would you like that, Sugar?"
I nod frantically. "Yes. Please, Sir."
“Take out my cock then.”
I slide off the table, legs shaky, and reach for his belt. Fingers fumble with the buckle, finally pulling it free. Zipper next. I tug his pants and boxer briefs down, and—
Oh.
He's huge. Thick and long, already hard. My mouth goes dry, even as heat pools lower.
"You look nervous." His hand cups my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek. "Don't be. You're going to do beautifully."
I nod, sinking to my knees. The floor is cold beneath me, grounding. I wrap one hand around the base and lean forward, tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture at the tip.
Salt. Musk. Pure Asher.
"That's it," he rumbles above me. "Open wider."
Parting my lips, I take the head into my mouth. He groans, fingers threading through my hair. I hollow my cheeks, sucking gently, working down his length until he hits the back of my throat.
"Fuck, Grace." His grip tightens. "Such a good girl for me. Taking my cock so well."
The praise melts through me like honey. I hum around him, bobbing faster. Everything narrows. The weight of him on my tongue, the slight ache in my jaw, the way his thighs tense under my free hand.
"Look at you." His voice drops to a low gravel. "Pretty little mouth stuffed full. You love this, don't you? Being on your knees for me?"
I do. The realization floods me, warm and certain. I glance up, meeting his gaze, and the raw hunger there steals my breath.
He pulls back, then thrusts deeper. I gag, eyes watering, but he doesn't stop. He sets a rhythm, using my mouth, rough and demanding.
"That's my good little cocksucker," he pants. "Letting me fuck this perfect throat."
My eyes water and tears streak down my cheeks as I relax my jaw and let him take what he needs. The world shrinks to this, pleasing him, being his. His words are dirty and degrading, but they only serve to make me drip, desire trailing down my thighs.
His hips stutter. "I'm going to come on those beautiful tits. Would you like that, Sugar?"
I nod as much as I can with him still in my mouth, humming around him.
He pulls out, fisting himself. "Touch yourself. Show me how wet you are."
My hand dives between my legs, finding slick heat. I whimper, circling my clit.
"Good girl. So obedient." He strokes faster, breath ragged. "Mine."
The word unravels me. Heat erupts across my chest as he comes, painting my breasts with thick ropes. I gasp, hand still working myself, watching him through hazy eyes as I pant through a second orgasm.
“Good girl,” he purrs, “Come with my cum on your tits.”
I break apart, panting out “Yes, Sir” over and over as ecstasy crashes through my body until I collapse on the floor.
Everything feels distant. Floaty. His voice pulls me back.
"Come here, sweet girl." Strong arms lift me, and we’re moving, but I’m too tired to pay attention. Doors open and close, and then I hear the shower running.
He sits me down on the built-in bench and begins to wash me. Lavender soap invades my nostrils, and I lean into him as he cleans. His gentle touch is a contrast to the way he used me moments ago.
When we’re done in the shower, he dries me off and wraps me up in a fluffy robe before taking me to my bed and tucking me under the covers.
“I’ll be right back.”
When he returns minutes later, he has my phone and a glass of water. He plugs the phone in and makes me drink the water before sliding into bed next to me and pulling me against him.
"You did so well," he whispers into my hair. "I'm so proud of you."
I burrow closer, breathing in cedar and salt. Safe. Cherished.
His heartbeat lulls me under, steady and sure, before sleep claims me.