Chapter 33
ELLA/ASHER
ELLA
“Ican’t stay away from you.”
The faint rays of early dawn creep in behind the curtains.
I blink, and my heavy eyes shut again. I’m caught in the strange void between awake and asleep, but I dreamed of Asher last night, and the echoes of those dreams leave me hollow.
And as those dreams fade, they’re replaced by Asher’s voice from our last night together.
“I’m done denying myself of you.”
Asher’s words slither over me like a dark promise I want to brand onto my skin.
I miss him. I didn’t think I would, but I do.
And the penthouse feels empty without him.
And more than that, I want everything he promised and more.
There is no more thinking about it. I want Asher, and I want to give in to every depraved thing he wants from me.
“This pussy is mine, and I will have it. The when is up to you.”
Blood fluttering in my veins, I slip my hand down into my panties. I brush my fingers over my clit, wishing it was Asher touching me. I let out a relieved breath at the spark of sensation. It’s not the same as his touch, but it’s better than nothing, and the ache for Asher is too strong to ignore.
“But make no mistake, baby, I will have you.”
I push one finger inside myself.
“I plan to fucking live inside you.”
“Asher,” I groan, wishing he were here. I bring my other hand up and squeeze my breast, teasing my nipple.
“And I will ruin you for anyone else, I promise you that.”
My phone buzzes, and I startle so hard it falls off the bed. Who the hell is calling me at this hour?
I reach down and pick up my phone. It’s Asher.
“Hello?” My voice is breathy and panicked.
“If you’re going to be my dirty girl and think of me while you touch yourself, you better pull that blanket down. It’s obstructing my view.”
Motherfucking god.
ASHER
Ella makes a garbled, surprised sound over the phone.
I lock the door to Sterling’s office, then head into his attached bathroom.
I grew bored during our morning meeting and flipped to Ella’s room on the security camera app on my phone.
Luckily, I had one earpiece in so no one could hear the sound of the video, because low and behold, I found the best surprise.
I only had to see the barest of her movements beneath her blanket and hear her whisper my name to know what she was up to.
As if she’s allowed to do it without me.
“I’m waiting, Ella. I won’t ask again.”
“I . . . I wasn’t . . . um . . .”
“Yes, you were. And you’re not about to stop now. But you don’t get to deny me my involvement. Your pussy is mine, and you don’t get to touch it without my permission. So, be a good girl and let me look at that pussy of mine.”
“Asher,”
“Ella,” I growl.
She looks straight into the camera.
“Aren’t you working?”
“My meeting can wait. Don’t be shy, baby. It’s just you and me, and I know you need this. I need it too. It’s been too long since I touched you.”
“I’ve never, um . . . had an audience.”
“Fucking right. No one gets to see this but me. Blanket off, now.”
She does as I say, and I can’t help the hiss of anticipation in the back of my throat. She’s in a silk and lace pajama set looking like a goddess.
“Good, Ella. Now, do exactly what I say, when I say.”
I sit down on the bench in the bathroom and unbuckle my belt.
“Prop your pillows up so I can see your face better. I want to see you when you come.”
I unbutton and unzip my pants, then free my aching cock from my briefs. God, I need to be inside Ella. I’m going mad with waiting to have her.
“Take your top off, let me see those beautiful tits.”
I start to stroke my cock and groan when she follows my command. I could look at her tits all day, every day. Everything about this woman is fucking perfect. Like she was made just for me.
“Shorts off.”
She slips her thumbs into her shorts and slides them down her legs.
She’s left in just a white pair of lace panties, and she’s lying in bed, surrounded by white, fluffy bedding.
It’s like I’m staring at a topless angel.
An evil smile tugs at my lips. That angel is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And I’m about to corrupt her.
“Panties off.”
“I—”
“Now, Ella.”
I have to slow down and take my hand off my cock or I’ll blow as I watch her panties slide down her thighs, baring her perfect cunt to me. She kicks off her panties, but tilts to the side slightly and crosses her legs.
“Uh, uh, Ella,” I cluck my tongue. “You can’t hide from me. On your back, and open those legs.”
“But . . . Asher . . .”
“Why are you being shy, baby? There’s no one here but you and me, and you don’t have to hide yourself from me.
I’ve seen all of you; I’ve tasted that pretty cunt of yours.
You have nothing to be self-conscious of.
You were touching yourself thinking of me.
Don’t be embarrassed by that. I can’t think of anything that fucking turns me on more than knowing that you’re thinking of me and coming for me, even if we’re apart. ”
She shifts onto her back and spreads her legs. Another hiss leaves my mouth as I try not to come right then and there.
“Good girl.”
My cock is already weeping with pre-cum. There is nothing on this planet that affects me like Ella does.
“Now, Ella, touch yourself. Touch that pretty pussy of mine.”
I grip my cock and stroke it again as I watch her tease her clit. Ella brushes her other hand over her breast and pinches her nipple. She slowly starts to grind her hips as she slips a finger inside her cunt.
“Yes, baby. Two fingers. Open those legs wider for me.”
I’m panting and clenching my jaw to muffle my sounds. Blood pounds in my ears. My hand is a cheap replacement for what my cock truly wants, but fuck if this isn’t so hot that I’m about to lose my goddamn mind. Ella in her bed, in my house, with her fingers in her cunt, and my name on her lips.
“Louder,” I command. “I want to hear you, Ella.”
She moans, and her fingers and hips pick up their pace. I’m working my cock so hard and fast that I’m about to come. I slow down.
“When I get home,” I growl, “it won’t be your fingers in your cunt, it will be my cock. And I’m going to fill that pretty cunt with my cum.”
“Asher!” she cries as she comes, panting and breathless. I stroke my cock harder, watching her hips buck as she rides out her orgasm. A second later, my balls retract and then release, and I come hard. I toss a washcloth over my cock, and my hot cum soaks it through.
I ride out my orgasm heady with satisfaction. Watching Ella come apart for me, with cameras I set up in her room, strokes a primal need inside me. A guttural satisfaction tears itself out of me. Mine.
She. Is. Mine.
I’ve never felt overly possessive of the women I’ve been with before.
Never wanted to. But with Ella, I can’t stop it.
And worse, I don’t want to. This need for her burns and consumes as if it’s a living breathing thing in and of itself, and I could no sooner snuff it out than I could fly.
I watched men be possessive of their women and never understood it.
But I get it now. And that possessive beast that was dormant all of my life, is now awake, and it wants one thing and one thing only: Ella.
And I don’t know if anyone or anything will be good enough for me ever again.
“Good girl,” I pant, still fascinated with watching her as she comes down.
A distant knock sounds, Sterling must be trying to get into his office. Fuck that, and fuck him. Right now, all I want is the woman on my phone’s screen. And what I truly want is to be in New York with her, instead of being here, making almost no progress with negotiations.
No matter how hard I tried to keep boundaries in place between us, Ella has managed to break them all down without even trying.
She’s eclipsed my world. Shining on it with the brightest sunlight that makes everything else pale and unimportant in comparison.
Months ago that thought would have terrified me.
But now . . . I don’t care. Giving into my base desires when it comes to Ella feels like a compulsion I can’t stop. And at least for now, I don’t plan to.