by JA Huss
“I want a weekly STD test from you,” I say without giving in to her demand. Let’s see how far this goes. “I will set up a private service to check.”
“Absolutely not!” she huffs in disgust. “You’re not getting control over my health care.”
“Then how can I be sure you’re clean if you refuse to be exclusive?”
“You’re the one who’s not using condoms, Vaughn. I haven’t had sex in eight months, I’m not a whore or a porn star who needs to be checked for sexually transmitted diseases on a weekly basis.”
I smile at her. Eight months. “Who was the last boyfriend?”
“Who was your last slut?” she retorts.
I wince. “You’re not a slut, I know that.”
“Then don’t insult me with a demand for weekly STD testing. It’s not like I’d even have sex with anyone else, it’s just not fair that you expect me to be exclusive and I’m not allowed to expect the same from you. That’s bullshit.”
“The only other option is for me to stop seeing other women and I just told you I don’t do that.”
“Then this conversation is over.”
She makes to rise up out of my lap, but I hold her down again. That’s the third time in five minutes I’ve had to do that, and so far this conversation is not easing my mind that she will accept my offer. “You will not fuck anyone else. You are mine.”
“Then you will not fuck anyone else either. If you agree to that, then I will be yours.”
I stand up and set her on her feet, then point to the box. “Dress, please. My clothes are still in the bathroom. We will have dinner and discuss limits and the NDA. You will sign tonight, Grace. Understand?”
I expect her to balk at that order, assert her independence and put up a fight. But she simply smiles and says, “Yes, Master,” as she turns her back to go get the box.
Chapter Thirty - Grace
#SheepskinRugsEnoughSaid
HE doesn’t move to go get his clothes. Instead he stands still behind me. I can feel his heated stare on my body even though I can’t see him. I could feel him get excited when he spanked me. And holy shit, was that amazing or what?
I have to be honest with myself, I want to sign that damn agreement. Everything about this night has been erotic, and hot, and I’m so ready for him to fuck me again, I am starting to think I’m abnormal.
“Bend over, Grace. I want to see your pussy.”
Oh. Fuck. I take in a deep breath. No, I gasp for air. I can’t draw it in fast enough, that’s how turned on I am with that request.
“Do it, please. I’m asking nicely. Bend over, like you’re going to tie your shoe, but keep your legs straight.”
I nod yes without turning around and then gulp down another fortifying breath. I bend at the waist and the air rushes in as my ass opens and exposes my soft folds to him. His hand rubs the round curve of my ass and then dips between my legs. “Will you ever be satisfied?” he asks as he flicks my clit.
“I was just wondering the same thing. I’ve had more orgasms in the past hour than I have all year.”
His fingers withdraw from between my legs and then he bends down and he traces them across my lips. I open my mouth and taste my own sweetness. “I want to eat your pussy so bad right now, but we have to discuss the contract and have dinner.” He pauses and I can almost imagine the smile on his face at procuring my compliance. “And an impromptu lesson in obedience.”
Before I can ask what that means, he grabs my hair roughly and pulls until I stand up and face him. “Good, girl,” he says once I’m looking him in the eye. “Does it hurt when I pull your hair?”
“No,” I tell him honestly. “It’s a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Good,” he says as he leans in. His scent, the soap from my shower, the leftover cologne from when he dressed this morning, and even the slightest hint of something sweet that I can’t place—all these things rush in as his lips gently touch mine. “It’s a delicate balance, Grace. The pain and discomfort playing off the desire and pleasure. Pulling your hair and smacking your pussy should make you uncomfortable and turned on at the same time. Otherwise I’m doing it wrong.”
I gulp and nod. “It does. I mean, you’re doing it right.”
“Good.” His lips touch mine again and then he pulls back. “We’ll never get out of this apartment if I don’t stop touching you, but I’m finding it very difficult.”
I place a hand on his chest, fully intending to push him away, but I feel his beating heart and I’m distracted. It’s fast. A staccato rhythm that betrays his excitement inside, while the cool man on the outside maintains control. He places his hand over mine and I look up at him. “I make your heart beat faster.”
“You do,” he says with a smile. A genuine smile. “Now get dressed and we’ll eat. I’m starving.” And then he turns and walks down the hall to retrieve his clothes.
I take my attention back to the box. The satin is smooth and silky under my fingertips. I pull lightly and the bow instantly dissolves into a river of pink ribbon that looks so delicious I’m trying to think of a reason to keep it next to my skin.
“Hurry,” Vaughn calls from the bathroom.
I nod, even though I know he can’t see me. It’s to keep myself on task, because everything in this room is making me think of sex. I’m imagining that ribbon tied around my head, covering my eyes. Or binding up my wrists, so Vaughn can fuck me constrained.
Jesus, get a grip, Grace.
I lift off the lid and pull back the thick tissue paper to reveal the complete outfit I was wearing on the island. The bra, the shoes, and the bag included.
“You left,” Vaughn says from behind me. “Before we got the details worked out. And this was the outfit I imagined you in when that happened.” When I turn he’s buttoning up his cuffs and something about that strikes me as hot. “I want you to wear this tonight because we are striking our deal. There are no panties. Go bare. I’ll need access.”
The tingle between my legs is immediate, but I turn away and try to keep my mind on what I’m doing. He watches me, I know, but he stays silent as I fasten up the button on the crisp white shirt and then pull on the flirty chiffon skirt and cinch the belt around my waist.
His hands wrap around me, taking me by surprise and making me teeter for a moment as I’m trying to step into the shoes. “I’ve got you, baby.”
“Thank you. Just give me a moment so I can check my hair and—”
“No,” he replies, pulling me towards the door. “You look well-fucked. Well-fucked and satisfied. Just the way I like you.”
We leave the apartment, me sans purse even, but I don’t even bother objecting. He’s in charge, I’m sure that involves making sure I get home. So I just give in. I surrender and let him lead me down the short hallway towards the stairs. I expect to go down, but he points up.
“Dinner’s on the roof, sweetness.”
I’m caught on the affectionate term he just used, so I don’t even bother to ask any questions about that, just follow him up the flight of stairs that lead to the roof. Standing at the door is a middle-aged man dressed in a smart, black suit.
“Mr. Asher,” he says in a low voice. “Servers have been notified.”
“Thank you, Robert.”
And then Robert opens the door and Vaughn whisks me out into a fairyland of white lights and beautiful flowering plants. Tropical plants, I realize as I take it all in. And palm trees. There’s even a shallow pool of water with a sand beach.
I laugh and look up at Vaughn’s delighted face. “How did you do all this?”
He shrugs, a very boyish gesture that tells me he’s pleased and relieved at my reaction. “Money does this, Grace. Money can do anything. But none of this would matter if you hadn’t seen it. If you hadn’t appreciated it. So I’m thankful to have money, because it helps me make moments like this. Come on,” he says, urging me forward. “Let’s sit at the table.”
I follow him over to a long re
ctangle table covered in thick white linen and set with a pale-colored china and crystal glassware. “Oh,” I say as I realize what I’m looking at. “It’s only set for one.”
Vaughn takes a seat in the chair and then points to a sheepskin rug at his feet. “No, sweet thing, it’s set for two. Sit here, at my feet.”
I’m stunned. He wants me to sit at his feet? Like a fucking dog!
“Grace,” he says sternly, probably reading the disgust on my face. “Trust me. Just do as I ask and then you can feel any way you want about it when I’m done. But let me show you what this means.”
I sigh, but I give in and kneel down on the rug. It’s ivory white, very soft, and very thick. And even though everything about kneeling at his feet is wrong and I’m not going to change my mind about that, my fingertips caress the silky fur as I situate myself.
I look up at Vaughn and he’s smiling.
I smile back.
“Spread your legs, sweets. Spread them wide and pull up your skirt a little, so I can see your pretty pink button poking out of your lovely folds.”
Damn. I watch these words come out of his mouth and I’m stunned at how they make me feel. Because even though he basically just said spread ’em, it’s the gentle nature of his request that makes all the difference. I can hear his breath speed up, like his heart is racing as fast as mine. And I can feel the heat radiating off his body in front of me.
I look over at the table and spy a selection of sex toys laid out on top of a black satin cloth. I hike up an eyebrow and look over at Vaughn, but his gaze remains stoic, not willing to end the play to explain.
It’s my call, that look says. Obey or not.
My fingertips reach down for the hem of my flirty skirt and drag it up to the top of my thighs. The cool night air rushes in and my whole body shivers. Vaughn is mesmerized as he watches, his eyes fixated on my sex as it’s revealed.
“Like that, Mr. Asher?” I ask him in a low voice that makes me feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time. “Can you see me?”
His gaze rests on my exposed pussy for a few more seconds and then he tears himself away and finds my face once again. “That’s perfect, love. That’s perfect. I’m going to reward you for that, but first I’m going to ask you to decide how the servers will see you as they bring our food.”
He stops, waiting for a protest from me. But I’m far too turned on by the soft rug and submissive position to doubt that whatever he does tonight, it will be spectacular.
“Perfect,” he says, reading my silence as willingness. “You can sit on my lap with a toy inside you, facing forward with the skirt covering the parts of you that now belong to me. Or you can just sit like you are at my feet. Covered up, of course.”
It should be such an obvious choice, right? I should immediately say, covered up at your feet, not secretly getting fucked by an assortment of sex toys.
But even though that’s what the angel on my shoulder is saying, the little sex demon on the other side is begging me to say lap.
“Grace? I didn’t think it would be a difficult question.”
Neither did I. “Lap,” I say quietly.
“Why?” he asks through a huge smile.
“Because I might like it. And I know you planned this.” I wave my arms to the magical fantasyland he’s created on this dingy rooftop terrace. “And I want to experience this night the way you planned it.”
He chuckles and smiles. And even though I’ve seen every public picture they have of this man, I’ve never seen that smile.
“Oh, you are so unpredictable, Grace. I can’t get enough. Now, stand up, turn around, and bend over.”
I do as I’m told. I’m far too turned on at the moment to put up a fight. I want to see what he can do. I want to see how he can make me feel. I want, I realize, to experience him in control. Fully in control. When I bend down in front of him he sucks in his breath and then leans in and blows it out and the warm currents of air travel across my exposed pleasure zone. His finger dips inside me, wiggles briefly to make sure I’m wet, and then he drags my juice up to my asshole.
“The toy goes in here this time, sweets. So just try and relax.” I do my best as he plays with me, dragging the lubricant up to the tight bud of my ass, and then without warning, he slips something inside me with a firm thrust that stirs every last nerve ending awake.
I expected it to hurt more, but it’s so fast, the initial pain is already wearing off when he pulls his hand back. “Good, girl,” he says in a deep throaty voice that lets me know he’s getting off on this as much as I am.
“I am a good girl, Mr. Asher, please be nice.”
“Mmmm,” is all he says as he licks me, a long sweep up my slit that ends just before it reaches my newly opened ass. This makes me bite my lip to stop a cry of pleasure. His tongue circles the toy and my entire body shudders with a chill.
“Now we make it exciting,” he says as the toy inside me begins to vibrate. He pumps his cock with his free hand behind me. The rhythmic slapping of skin combined with the sudden vibration inside my ass almost has me over the edge, but his calming hand on my hip steadies me. “Straighten up and sit back onto my lap.”
I swallow hard, then stand up and step backwards, stopping when I hit his legs. And then his cock is at my slick entrance. Hard and thick, almost pulsating along with the toy inside my ass.
“Sit, Grace,” he says in a low whisper. “Sit down on my cock.”
I ease down and he fills me up. “Ohhhh, holy fuck—”
My nipple is twisted and I try to scoot away, but his hand is firmly around my waist, holding me in place.
“If you say that word again, I will gag your mouth. Do you understand, sweets?”
“Yes, Mr. Asher.” It comes out so fast and so automatic it takes me by surprise.
“Now, sit all the way back and get comfortable,” he says as he arranges my chiffon skirt so it covers me up.
I adjust myself, hesitant to sit back as he commands, because the anal toy makes the whole experience very, very different from any sexual experience I’ve ever had. He gives me a few seconds to decide to comply, and then he just pulls me back until I’m against his chest.
I let out a long moan. “Asher,” I whimper. “Asher, I’m going to come.”
The nipple twist doesn’t make me scoot away this time, instead it brings me closer. Vaughn’s hand leaves my breast and grabs his phone from the table, typing out a message. And a few seconds later, the doors open and several servers appear on the roof with trays of covered dishes.
“I want you to come, Grace,” Vaughn whispers discreetly into my ear. “But right now these people are serving us food. So you will not come until they leave.”
As the last word comes out the intensity of the vibrations in my ass increase. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and do my best to stay in control. There seems like an endless supply of silver domes plated being arranged on the table on the other side of the sex toys. The servers have the good sense to ignore everything around them and just concentrate on their jobs.
Finally, they exit the terrace and it’s just Vaughn and I again. “You did so well, Grace. So well. Now tell me, are you ready to eat?”
“No, I’m ready to come.” I turn, shifting in his lap enough to make me moan. “May I come, Mr. Asher?”
“No, baby. Not yet. Bring your arms up and hold me here.” He positions my hands so they are behind me, grabbing onto his messy and deliciously sexy hair.
That turns me on harder. I close my eyes and just enjoy it. And just when I know there is no possible way to withhold my orgasm, my back buckles and my head drops back onto Vaughn’s shoulder.
“Come, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me, come for me, come for me.”
I come for him. And then Vaughn stands up, his cock still inside me, and swipes the table clear of the sex toys so he can bend me over and fuck me from behind.
Chapter Thirty-One - Vaughn
#SecretsMakeUsEven
MY God, her ass cheeks from this angle make the perfect heart shape that drives me wild. Her slit glistens from her excitement, and when I tap the end of the plug in her ass, she clenches. “This is the most beautiful sight in existence, Grace,” I tell her in a soothing voice. “So, so beautiful.” I lean forward to allow the tip of my dick to enter her briefly before pulling back. Her ass follows along, desperate to keep me inside her. “Do you like this?”
“God, yes,” she pants out, her words really just a stream of air as she presses her cheek against the tablecloth.
I thrust a little harder and this sets her off. Her face tenses up, her back goes rigid, and her mouth opens to let out a loud moan. She is unable to control herself. And that’s what I want. A woman who will give in, let go, and enjoy the ride as much as I do.
“Hold still, baby. Hold as still as you can. I want you to enjoy this. I want you to fully experience it. So just hold still and let me take you.”
She stills her wiggling bottom and adjusts so her forehead is cradled in her hands on the table.
“Oh, I think we can do better than that, Grace. Spread your arms out.”
She slides her palms across the linen, making a path through the different bowls and covered plates, and then I thrust hard, making the whole table jump and the water splash out of the crystal glassware. I thrust again, making her hands fist the tablecloth.
“Yes, I love that, please fuck me harder.”
“Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I pound her with my hips, our skin slapping together, the table practically bouncing. “Keep still and I will blow your mind right now, you sweet thing.” And then I reach down, pull out the anal plug, and replace it with my hard cock. She groans loudly and tries to rise up off the table, but I push her down, grab her hair, twisting it around my hand, and thrust deep inside her.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I growl. “Your fucking ass feels spectacular.” I reach around her hips, my fingers desperate to find her pleasure spot, and when I do, I rub her wild as she bucks and screams and twists her body, desperately trying to maintain control.