His Absolute Authority: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #3)

by du Lys, Cerys

  I wanted to explain it to him, but I just didn't know how. It felt strange not knowing, too. It was such a powerful thought and emotion, that I was certain there were specific words to describe it, but all of them eluded me at the moment.

  "What were you hopeful for?" he asked.

  "I don't know if that's the right word," I said, half mumbling. "It's just... I thought you'd be a really good father. I thought it was amazing that you really wanted to have children, too. I thought that if I could give that to you, even if it wasn't for me but only for you, then I would do anything to do that."

  "Do you still think that?" he asked.

  I nodded. Lifting my hips up slightly, I pressed the center of my body against his thigh. I moved like that, up and down, feeling him between my legs.

  "I still want to," I said. "I want to give you children, but I want more now, Asher. I want to be your wife and your lover and the mother of your children. I want to be your friend. I know it doesn't make sense, because we're married, but... I want to be your mistress, too, kind of. I want to sneak around with you and have secret trysts, like we're hiding from someone, but then I want to be brazen and open and hold your hand in public, then kiss you passionately in front of everyone."

  "That's a lot," he said, smiling.

  "Is it too much?" I asked.

  "No. It's never too much," he said.

  We kissed again, but this time it was deeper, more intimate and close. I opened my mouth and so did he. The tips of our tongues met right between our lips, dancing and teasing at one another. I grabbed Asher's hips and grinded against his thigh. He pushed closer and harder against me. I could feel him, not just the strength of his arms and the power of his torso, but the hardness of his erection pressing against my lower stomach.

  "Do you want to use my toy again?" I asked during a slight pause, our lips breaking away from each other. "I think I have more batteries."

  "Just the toy?" he asked with a grin.

  "Maybe more..." I said slowly, teasing him. "I want you to see me like that, though. I want you to make me cum with the toy, until you can't take it anymore, and you... you just have to..." I let that idea linger between us, unspoken but not unknown.

  "Alright," he said, appearing quite interested. "Let's try it."

  I squirmed away from him, even while he kept playfully grabbing me and pretending to pin me to the bed. Eventually I freed myself, though. I hopped off the bed and ran to my closet where my sex toy shoebox was. I hoped I had batteries. I wasn't entirely sure, to be honest. If I did they'd be in...

  I took my rabbit vibrator with me to one of my bedside tables, then poked through one of the drawers. In the bottom at the back was a package of batteries. My hands trembled and shook as I took the batteries out of the vibrator and then replaced them with fresh ones from the package in the bedside table drawer.

  Shivering slightly, excited, I handed the toy to Asher. He took it, reverent and powerful. His fingers wrapped around the base, holding it firmly.

  I hopped back onto the bed and lay down on my back next to him. He set the toy down next to me, then snuck his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants. Slowly, he pulled them down, down more, lower until they were near my knees, then all the way down my calves, and finally off. I lay half naked in front of him, only wearing my t-shirt.

  "I'm all yours," I said with a silly smile.

  "I see that," he said. "I'm definitely going to make the best of this situation."

  I reached up and touched his cheek with my fingertips. He took my hand in his and kissed each of my fingertips, then my thumb.

  "I love you," he said.

  "I love you, too," I said.

  ***

  Asher's cock strained at the front of his pants, stiff and wanting release. The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, the one he planned to spend the rest of his life with, lay on her back in front of him, legs trembling, her entire body shaking and quivering in ecstatic pleasure. He wanted to unbutton and unzip his pants, then shove his cock deep within her beautifully glistening pussy, combining her arousal with his, but he kept himself contained.

  He didn't do this for any generous or altruistic reasons. If he had to guess, he was willing to bet Jessika would gladly welcome him inside of her. He knew he'd brought her to orgasm at least twice so far, but possibly more. It was hard to tell sometimes, but it was definitely an entertaining guessing game.

  He slowly pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, staring intently at her lower lips as they sucked and pulled at the sex toy. He pulled it out more, slower, watching her slick folds moving with each motion from the toy. He kept going, slow and gentle, until the entire toy was out. Finding the power switch, he turned it off entirely, and set it aside.

  Jessika lay there, breathing softly, eyes glazed and staring up at the ceiling. Asher plunged two fingers deep inside of her gloriously wet slit. Her hips bucked up in surprise and she let out a sharp, lusty gasp. Shifting his hand slightly, he slipped one more finger inside of her. Now he had three—middle, index, and ring—with his thumb and pinky off to the side. He hooked his fingers, feeling the delightful slick curves of her inner depths, then he pulled upwards. Her body lifted slightly, moving with his hand.

  His palm moved to cup her sex, then he rolled his fingers back into her, pressing down. He continued this, back and forth, pulling up and around, the heel of his hand covering her clit and pubic mound, then pushing down and deep inside of her. Back and forth, up, down, push, pull, in, out.

  "Asher," she managed to whimper. "I'm... please. Please, I want you. Asher..."

  He knew she was close. He knew what she wanted, too. She wanted his cock inside her, filling her, with him atop her, pinning her to the bed, their bodies joined as one. She wanted him to push deeply into her and fill her with his seed, sending jet after creamy jet into her womb. She wanted him to impregnate her, she wanted to carry his children, she wanted to watch herself grow over the next nine months, stomach bulging.

  He wanted to do all of that, too. Just not right now. Right now he wanted to watch her in the throes of ecstasy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head while she trembled and shook. He wanted to feel her clenching orgasm grasping at his fingers. He didn't get to do this often, because usually he was atop her and the vantage point was entirely different, but he loved watching her pussy when she came. Her clit throbbed and pulsed, spasming and pumping, the sweet flesh surrounding it shifting in and out, revealing her beautiful pearl to him.

  He loved watching her orgasm. Right now, that was exactly what he planned to do, too.

  It didn't take long. He lowered himself towards her stomach, gazing intently at the passionate embrace between his fingers and her pussy. He could feel her now, feel her closeness.

  "Cum for me," he growled at her, voice throaty and ragged. "Jessika, cum for me."

  He kissed her pubic mound. His tongue snaked out and slid alongside her clit. This, combined with his fingers and her excitement built up from the vibrator and her previous orgasms sent her over the edge. He licked and sucked at her clit for a moment longer, feeling it quiver beneath the tip of his tongue, then he pulled himself away to watch her.

  He stared, entranced, glorying in how magnificent and amazing she was. Her hips squirmed, arms and legs thrashing on the bed, but Asher barely noticed any of it. All he saw was her, her body, her climax, her beauty.

  Soon she stopped thrashing and quieted down. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her entirely. Without warning, giving in to some primal need, he crawled atop her, hovering over her. The slick, wet fingers that used to be inside of her slid across her parted lips, dressing them with her own wetness. He smeared the remainder of her arousal on his lips, too, then crashed down atop her, smothering her in a kiss. They locked lips and kissed passionately, her scent and flavor mixing with the taste of both their tongues.

  Fuck, this was hot. He didn't know how he'd managed to refrain from having sex with her for so long. Soon, though. Yes... It wasn't as if t
hey'd abstained for very long before this, anyways.

  It was her time, though. Their time. Her most fertile time of the month, and despite all of the frustrating, painful, and terrifying situations she'd dealt with over the past few days, right now none of it mattered. It was just him and her, the both of them together, and he wanted to do his duty as her husband and care for her in all aspects. They wanted to have a baby together, yes, but he wanted her to enjoy every moment of it, too. He wanted her to feel special and cared for and loved.

  "Asher," Jessika said once their kiss and passion calmed for a moment. "I think I need a break."

  He grinned at her. "You think you do? Are you sure?"

  "I have no idea," she said. "I don't think I can think anymore."

  He laughed and rolled to her side before pulling her on top of him. "I want to make love to you, Mrs. Landseer."

  "I want to make love to you, too, Mr. Landseer," she said. "I just need to catch my breath!"

  "Are you saying I took your breath away?"

  "Yes," she said with a nod. "You or your fingers. One or the other. Maybe both."

  "Not my tongue?" he asked.

  "Ooh, your tongue. Yes, I almost forgot."

  "You forgot?" He smirked. "You really do need a break, don't you?"

  "Just a quick one. Just let me lay here for a little while."

  She pressed her cheek to his chest, breathing in and out, soft. That only lasted for a few seconds, though.

  "No, I can't. Asher, I want you inside me so badly. But I do, I need a second. I... I'm going to get up. I'm going to go to the bathroom."

  He chuckled. "Alright. Do you need help?"

  "In the bathroom?" she asked, giving him a funny look.

  He chuckled more. "I meant, do you need help getting up?"

  "Oh, no. I don't think so. Let me just..."

  She rolled off of him and onto the bed. Sliding her legs off the side, she pressed her feet against the floor, then made to stand. Her legs wobbled, and she nearly fell, but she caught herself before she did. For good measure, Asher sat up quick and steadied her, his hands holding her hips.

  "I'm good," she said. "Wow. That was... wow. I don't now if my legs work properly. I think you've broken me."

  "Are you sure you don't want help?" he asked.

  "I don't need help getting up?" she said, confused between asking it and stating it. "I'm already standing."

  "Can you get to the bathroom alright, though?"

  He stared at her, amused. She picked up one foot and took a tentative step forward. Staying that way for a second or two, she picked up the other, then took another step. She went like this, one step at a time, until she grew more confident. She almost left the bedroom exactly like that, and she probably would have if Asher hadn't called out to her.

  "Jessika?" he said.

  She turned to look at him, holding herself up with one hand against the wall. "I'm fine," she said. "Really, I am. I'm fine. Just... wow. Asher, wow."

  "You're naked, though," he said, a silly grin teasing across his lips. "I'm not sure you should go out there like that. Maybe put some clothes on first?"

  "Oh, right. Elise and Lucent are here, aren't they? Do you think they've made up? Have they apologized, do you think?"

  Asher shrugged. "You could ask?"

  "I can't just ask! Can I ask? Is that rude, or is it fine? I don't want to intrude, but I hope they've made up. I hope he apologized to her. Lucent can be a little over the top and serious sometimes, but I think Elise really likes it and they're fun to watch together, don't you think?"

  He nodded. "Yes, they are. I think everything will be fine. If they haven't talked yet, I'm sure they will in the morning. It's kind of late, so they might need to relax and sleep on it."

  "You're right. I think you might be right. That's probably what they're doing. I... where are my clothes, anyways?"

  He hopped off the bed and found her baby blue sweatpants and white t-shirt for her. They weren't exactly lost, just partly hidden beneath the bed.

  "Lift up your arms," he said.

  "Asher, I can—" She said this, protesting, but she lifted her arms, too.

  He slipped the t-shirt over her head, onto and down her arms, then pulled it down to cover her chest and stomach.

  "Legs," he said. "Lift one up."

  She didn't say anything this time, she just lifted one leg. It took both hands for her to stay standing, balancing on the wall behind her.

  Asher helped her with her sweatpants. He pulled the waistband up towards her hips, settling everything into place. He didn't stop there, though.

  Before he let her go, before he let her leave their bedroom to take a quick break, whatever that involved, he thrust his hand down the front of her pants. He cupped her sex, sneaking a finger into her still-wet slit. His lips pressed against hers, forcing her mouth open, and he teased and licked at her tongue.

  Quick, nothing prolonged or too deep. After a few seconds of that, he let her go. She stood there, staring at him, mouth agape.

  "You are very bad and rude, aren't you?" she asked.

  "I'm going to be even more rude when you come back, so make sure you hurry up."

  She grinned at him, sheepish. One of her hands moved towards his crotch, feeling his cock straining against the front of his pants.

  "Maybe you should take your pants off," she said. "That must be painful?"

  "Jessika, if I take my pants off right now, you're never going to leave this room."

  "That's... huh." She stood there, mulling it over. "You probably shouldn't take them off until I leave, then."

  "Alright," he said. "Hurry back?"

  She nodded fast. "Mhm. I will. I'm just going to get a drink of water and... maybe see if Elise and Lucent are awake. I'll be quick, though. I promise."

  He faked an annoyed sigh. "I'm waiting..."

  "I'm going!" She laughed and kissed him on the cheek and scampered out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

  As soon as she left, Asher unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and slipped them off, letting them slide down his legs. His throbbing erection popped free, nearly slapping hard against his stomach. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, stroking himself up and down a few times. He probably could have masturbated himself to completion right then and there, and still been ready and willing to go when Jessika returned, that's how excited and aroused he was right now.

  But, no, he didn't do that. If he was going to cum twice, he wanted both times to be deep within his beautiful wife's pussy. His cum was reserved for her and her alone these next few days. He refused to waste it.

  As hard as it was to think of anything besides sex right now, he forced himself to find a distraction. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and let it slip off his shoulders, down his arms, and onto the floor with his pants. Kneeling down, he fished through his pants pocket for his cell phone. Taking it with him to the bed, he bounced on the mattress before sitting still, shifting and turning so he could lean against the headboard.

  He thumbed through some things on his phone, tapping this and that, until he brought up some relatively important business file. This wasn't exactly regular business, no. It was a secondary analysis of Jessika's office, with further notes and details regarding the break-in and vandalism from the other day.

  He knew there'd be something. Fingerprinting was usually reserved for official police business, but there wasn't really anything stopping anyone from doing it if they had the proper tools and expertise. There should have been at least one extra set of fingerprints in Jessika's office, too. Whomever had broken in and rummaged through her belongings had also left a malicious note on her computer, which meant they'd needed to type it in. Even if they only wrote the word once and then copied and pasted it a bunch of times into the document, they still would have tapped each of those keys at least once.

  There were some flaws to this logic. The intruder could have worn gloves, for example. It wasn't perfect, but...

 
He scanned through, reading the evaluations from the investigators.

  This wasn't absolutely conclusive by any means, but they did find evidence of specific imprint patterns on the keys involved. Obviously Jessika had used the keyboard on her laptop, as well, but they could check the other keys for patterns and hope to come up with a better conclusion through deductive methods after that.

  Asher didn't know if this was good enough, though. Mostly because of what the reports potentially confirmed. This still wasn't entirely accurate, but...

  The outline of the foreign imprint patterns associated with the W, E, R, O, and H key, along with CTRL, C, and V, commonly used for easy copying and pasting all showed signs of being small. Size was relative, of course, but small fingertip size generally indicated smaller hands. While the investigators couldn't confirm with complete accuracy that this was an absolute fact, they believed the intruder must have been female.

  Asher read that part over and over again. At first he thought it might have been a mistake, because if Jessika used her own laptop, as she obviously had, then that would account for feminine finger sizes, wouldn't it? Yes, but those prints would also show more clearly. The intruder had worn latex gloves or something similarly thin. The gloves weren't large enough to cause huge changes in the size of the imprint left behind, but they were good enough to keep their owner's fingerprints off of the keyboard.

  They might not be able to identify the person by their prints, but they could at least have a reasonable assumption of their gender. The forensic analysis that went along with this made sure to indicate they only maintained an 84.7% proof positive belief, leaving for a decent margin for inaccuracy.

  Asher could get behind that, though. It was something, at least. Smaller fingerprints with nearly an 85% chance they belonged to a woman gave him some kind of lead to work with.

  Unfortunately, his company employed a lot of woman. It was fairly standard in the travel, tourism, and entertainment industry. This business attracted a wide variety of people, unlike other types of companies that were either mainly men or else with higher numbers of women.