His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2)

by du Lys, Cerys

  Down. My knees stayed firm on the bed, my ass up somewhat, but Asher pushed my upper body down. I went, arms splayed at my sides, fingers gripping into the bed covers. The weight of the bed and of Asher's body shifted me to the side. He stepped up, one foot near to my knee. His chest pressed into my back, pinning me in place.

  I couldn't see him. I didn't want to see him right now. I wanted this. Just this.

  He thrust into me deep, then shifted and grinded against me, the head of his cock driven to further depths. Then out, a little, not much at all, and in again. Short, fast, moving, hard, holding, pinning. He held me against the bed with one arm as if he thought I might try and escape, while his other hand moved onto one of mine. His palm touched the back of my hand and his fingers found the gaps between them. I looked at them, both of our hands together, held close. We each clutched the sheets hard.

  The bed beneath us creaked and groaned, wobbling side to side. The headboard smacked into the wall. Thud, thud, thud. I cried out, at first opening my mouth to say something about the headboard, then changing my mind mid-sentence. My voice became passion and pleasure and need; a question, demand, and a statement all at once.

  Asher answered me in his own way. He answered me by continuing all of the wondrous things he was doing.

  I didn't last. I had no chance. Cheek hard against the sheets and the blankets and the mattress, breasts squished beneath my body, Asher's cock removing every thought from my mind and replacing it with lust, I lost myself in our affairs. I clenched and squeezed, my entire body growing taut with ecstasy. My orgasm—the orgasm Asher gave me, ours, shared—burst from my core. I trembled and twitched, but he held me, pinning me to the bed and controlling me, but also keeping me safe in his arms.

  I wouldn't hurt myself. I couldn't. I was Asher's and he just wanted me to be happy. He wanted to see me like that, he wanted to find beauty and joy in everyday life. And I... I was a part of that.

  The thought collided with my climax and as my entire body tensed and my face scrunched up, I smiled. I tried to, at least. I hoped I looked as wonderful as everything Asher imagined. I maintained that thought for a second before succumbing to bliss. Asher thrust into me once more, holding tight against me while I writhed beneath him, and then he filled me with his own climax. I felt him inside me, our bodies fighting against each other until we found rhythm together. I clutched and he shuddered. I released and he squeezed. We matched. We were two people, separate, but one couple, together.

  My legs trembled and shook as he slowly pulled himself out of me. Cool emptiness replaced the warm comfort between my legs. I stayed up, though, my butt in the air with my upper body against the blankets. I twisted enough so I could turn my head and see behind me. Asher stood at the edge of the bed, smiling. He looked at me and I smiled back at him. His hand caressed from my calf to my knee, then my thigh, resting softly on my sex. With a gentle touch, he slid his fingers up and down my slit, gathering our mixed arousal and orgasms with his fingertips.

  "I love you," he said, kissing me. He bent forward and kissed the top of my thigh, then the side of my rear.

  I laughed, smiling, happy and content. "I love you, too," I said.

  "You don't have to stay like that," he said. "I can't say I mind the view, though."

  "Do you think we will?" I asked; Asher cocked his head, looking at me. "Do you think we'll have a baby?"

  Asher nodded, so steady and sure that I couldn't help but believe him. "Yes. I'm sure of it." With a silly grin, he added, "Is that why you're staying like that right now?"

  "I could be improving our chances," I said. "You never know?"

  "If you stay like that for much longer, you're definitely going to improve our chances, because I'll want to fuck you again, Jessika." He spoke with a low growl.

  I wiggled side to side, shaking my butt at him. Without warning, he spanked me.

  "Hey!" I said, laughing.

  "Hey what?" he asked.

  "You can't just go spanking me."

  "Oh? I can't?"

  I shook my butt at him again. This time he didn't spank me, though. He leaped onto the bed and lifted me up, pulling my legs towards the ceiling.

  I laughed and shouted at him. "Asher! What are you doing!"

  He didn't listen. He pulled me higher until I stood on my head on the bed. He held me that way for a second, then lowered me back to the bed. He went in the opposite direction from where he started, though. I performed something akin to an awkward somersault or guided cartwheel, landing with the backs of my thighs touching the headboard and my butt resting on pillows. I lay on my back, looking up at him. He lowered himself to the bed and kissed me.

  "I'm still raised," I said, wiggling my hips.

  "Good," he said. "Do you want a cookie?"

  I nodded. "Yes, please."

  He fetched one from the cookie tin on the bedside table. I went to take it from him, but he shook his head. Instead, he brought it close to my lips. I opened my mouth and he fed me a bite. Then he took a bite for himself from the same cookie.

  "You ate my cookie," I said, faking a pout.

  He fed me more. "Didn't you ever learn to share?"

  I didn't want to share. I wanted Asher all to myself. I shook my head, grinning. He bent low and kissed me.

  We ate, one cookie and then another. Asher fed me a bite of cheesecake, too. That was... a little more difficult. But fun. This was all fun. I needed to get up, though. I didn't want to, but I knew I should. We should both clean up. Maybe we should take a shower together? That would be fun. I loved showering with Asher, except sometimes it turned into a little more than shower. Most of the time it did, actually.

  I sighed and started to roll off the bed, but then I stopped. Something rang. I listened, intent. What was that? My phone? I didn't have it, though.

  The distracted look on my face caught Asher's attention and he listened, too.

  "Oh," he said.

  "Is that my phone?" I asked.

  "I brought it. It's in my pants. Do you want to get it?"

  I shrugged. I probably should, but my bliss and happiness made me a little less caring at the moment. Asher chuckled and went to get his pants.

  He found my phone and quickly brought it to me. I checked the caller ID.

  Elise Tanner

  It kept ringing, but it wouldn't for much longer. I pressed the button to accept it and started to say hi, but I didn't get that far.

  "Jessika," Elise said. She sounded hurt. Crying? "I can't do this. I can't do it anymore. Lucent is... I don't know. I don't know why this happened. I didn't even—"

  She stopped, bursting into a sobbing fit.

  "Elise," I said, panic rushing into my voice. "What's wrong? What do you mean? What happened to Lucent? Where are you? Are you safe? Do you need help? Are you alright?"

  Asher stared at me, confused. I held up one finger, gesturing for him to hold on.

  "I thought—" she said, but stopped again. "I thought we were more," she continued. "I don't know why. I'm not. He's more and I'm nothing. I'm not what he wants. I can't be. I thought I was or I could be but I'm not and I understand that now but it still hurts so much. I just wish..."

  "Where are you?" I asked. "We can get you. I'm with Asher. We'll come find you, alright?"

  "You can't!" she screamed into the phone. A rush of wind or something rushed through the speaker of the phone. "Fuck you!" Elise said, shouting at someone. She sounded far off, speaking away from the phone.

  I waited, unsure. Holding the phone out so I could see the screen, I checked to make sure the call was still connected.

  "You have your own problems," she said, sniffling. "I know that. I have mine, too. We all have problems, you know? I don't know why I called you. I didn't know who else to call. I can't call anyone. I don't have anyone. I can't go home. I want to go back to my apartment and see Vanessa and just sit on the couch and... and eat ice cream. That sounds so stupid, doesn't it? I sound so dumb right now."

  "I have
cheesecake and cookies?" I offered.

  She sniffled again, softer this time. After a second, she said, "You do?"

  "Where are you?" I asked.

  "I'm—" Hesitation. I assumed she was looking around. "I don't know. I'm somewhere. I don't want to come here ever again. There's a sign up there. Hold on, let me walk to it."

  "Sure," I said. "Everything will be fine, alright?" I covered the bottom of my phone with my free hand and looked at Asher. "Can you call Jeremy and see if he can go pick up Elise? Tell him to leave now and get some ice cream at a corner store. Something good? I'll find out where she is in a second."

  "I'm on the corner of Burton and Gregory," she said. "I don't know where that is, but that's what the signs say."

  "Alright," I said, moving my hand away from the phone to speak. Then I put it back and whispered to Asher, "Burton and Gregory, tell Jeremy that." And away again, back to Elise. "Stay there, alright? Jeremy will come pick you up. Are you okay, though? Are you hurt?"

  "I'm not... I'm not hurt physically," she said. "My heart hurts. And my chest. My head."

  "I'll stay on the phone with you until Jeremy comes, alright?"

  "No, it's... it's fine," she said. "I'll just wait. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Really, it is."

  "It's not—" Before I could finish, she hung up the phone. "—fine."

  I called her back right away, but she didn't pick up and it went to voicemail. I hung up and called again, but still no answer. I left her a quick message, but I didn't really know what to say.

  "Elise, um... if you get this, call me? I'm worried. It's not safe, either. I don't know what happened, but the police, uh... well, they're looking for you, if you didn't know? I guess you might, though. Asher and I should have tried to come see you and Lucent today. He talked to Lucent last night. Maybe he saw you? Everything's been so stressful and I don't know what to do. I'm sure it's bad for you, too. Confusing, huh? We'll make it through this, though. Both of us, we'll..."

  "Jeremy's on his way," Asher said. "I told him to hurry."

  "Jeremy's coming," I said to Elise's voicemail. "If you want to call me back, I'm here. Be careful, alright? Bye..."

  I hung up and stared at Asher, unsure what to do.

  "What happened?" he asked.

  "I don't know. She said something about Lucent and that's it. Something happened between them? Did you talk to Lucent today?"

  "I tried," he said. "I didn't have a chance to, though. We talked through some brief text messages, but it wasn't safe to do anything else."

  "Not safe?"

  "The police are still looking for both of them. It's getting out of hand. There's a lot going on. It took everything I could do just to keep the rest of the directors at Landseer Tower calmed down."

  I had a grim suspicion, but I hoped I wasn't right. "Asher, what haven't you told me?"

  "It's not that," he said. "It's nothing to do with what happened with us. The police are looking for Lucent and Elise because of the fire yesterday. You knew that. That's all it is. They went to Lucent's apartment with a search warrant, but he wasn't there and they didn't find anything as far as I know. They went to Elise's apartment, too. Just a routine."

  "How is that routine?" I asked. "Elise and Lucent didn't do anything. Why did they do that?"

  "They might not have done anything, but they're still suspects," Asher said.

  "I guess so. Maybe it makes a little sense, but it's not true."

  "I know, but until the police can question them, it doesn't look good."

  I nodded. My eyes wandered the room, worried. I saw the computer still on, the end of the streaming video showing on the monitor.

  "I don't like that," I said, staring at it. "Asher, please, can you close that? Can you turn off the computer?"

  He blinked, confused for a second, but then he nodded. Jumping to his feet from the bed, he went to shut off the computer.

  "I don't know why I did that," I said. "I don't know why I wanted to show you that. I thought it was kind of sexy at first, but it's not, is it? It's..." It's slutty, I thought. It was what a whore would have done. That was exactly what the media said about me before any of this happened, and now they could say it even more because of what happened. What I was doing, what aroused me. They wouldn't know about it, but it didn't matter. I was a whore, a slut, a gold digger and a homewrecker. I didn't want to be. I didn't mean to be.

  Asher finished shutting my computer down and rejoined me on the bed. "I don't know," he said. "I didn't mind you showing me, though. I was caught up in the moment. The video doesn't matter, Jessika. Nothing like that does. It was sexy because it was supposed to be sexy. Remember? We did that together. It was fun back then, wasn't it?"

  "Yes, but..."

  "Just because it's on the internet now, that makes it bad and wrong? If that's true, why did we do it in the first place? If it's wrong now, it seems like it must have always been wrong. I know that's difficult, and I don't want to share that with anyone. I don't want to share you with anyone, Jessika, but I don't want to think that what we do in our private lives is wrong, either."

  "I liked it, Asher," I said. "I did. When we did it. And I liked watching it with you before. I like watching all of our videos and seeing the pictures. You're really good and I feel sexy like that. I feel like I could be sexy, even if maybe I'm not all the time, but it's just weird." I laughed, more from shame than amusement. "I shouldn't like seeing us on the internet! That's kind of weird, don't you think?"

  Asher shrugged. "It doesn't even look like us. It could be someone else."

  "It's weird," I repeated. "It's like watching porn."

  "I think it's more like erotica," he said, giving me a sly smile. "It's art. The passion between us, emboldened in privacy and reproduced as imagery and video."

  "That," I said, "sounds like a whole lot of crap."

  Asher shrugged, grinning. He swooped in to kiss me.

  "Maybe," he said. "It's how I feel, though. Jessika, I love you. I love us. I love being with you, whether it's talking, or having fun, or even having sex. I enjoy every moment with you. I'm honestly so happy I found you, and that we met, and that somehow we've overcome so much but we're still together. And, yes, I think that's beautiful, so I guess someone else could call those videos porn, but I think they're art."

  "You're just saying that," I said, sneaking a quick kiss, "because you want to make me feel better."

  "I'm saying it," he said, sneaking a kiss back, "because it's how I feel."

  "You're lying," I said.

  "I'm not lying," he said.

  "So, you're saying you don't think I'm a weird slut for getting aroused by watching a video of us having sex?" I asked. "A video that's plastered all over the internet for anyone to see."

  "I don't think you're a slut," he said. "Or a whore, or anything like that. I'm not all that happy about the internet part, but I think the rest is fine."

  "We still have to talk about that," I said. "The internet part. And the magazine part. The newspaper part. All of the parts.

  "I know."

  "I don't know what to talk about, though. I need more time to think about it."

  Asher nodded. "We can talk about it later. I spoke with my lawyer earlier and he said we can meet with him soon. Tomorrow or the day after. Whatever works for you, alright?"

  "Sure," I said. "Maybe tomorrow?"

  Asher smiled. "That's fine."

  "Asher?"

  "Hm?"

  "We're naked."

  He looked down at himself, then me. "Are we?"

  I laughed and shoved him away. "Shut up! Yes, we are. Except we shouldn't be, because Jeremy's coming here with Elise and who knows when they'll get here? We should take a shower and get dressed. We need to hurry."

  Asher smirked, then swatted my butt. "Let's go, then."

  I nodded and hopped off the bed. "I don't know what happened," I said. "I know Lucent is your friend, but if he did something to hurt Elise... you need to not say anything
and be nice to her. I don't care what's going on. I like Lucent, too, but maybe he was a jerk."

  "Lucent's always a little bit of a jerk, isn't he?" Asher asked.

  "Well, I don't think he's a jerk, he's just... he's uptight sometimes? I think he's nice, but he needs to open up a little more. He does with Elise. I thought he did. I don't know."

  "I know," Asher said. "Let's shower. Everything will be fine."

  I hoped so. That's what I kept telling myself. That's what Asher kept telling me, too. Everything would be fine.

  Bonus Scene

  In celebration of the re-release of His Absolute Insistence, please enjoy this free bonus scene. When I originally wrote this, I was worried there might be too many sex scenes, so I tried to cut it down a bit, haha. This one occurs before another of them, when Asher and Jessika are feeling especially feisty after holing up in her old apartment.

  ~*~

  "What do you want?" he asked.

  "You," I said, "in the bedroom. Right now."

  Asher shoved the table aside, slamming it into the back of the couch. I gasped and winced at the sound of clattering dishes. He kicked his chair out of the way and swooped in, grabbing me. He lifted me out of my chair with strong, powerful arms and I laughed and shrieked and screamed, elated. My shouts were muted by his hand, then his mouth. He dragged me partway to the bedroom while kissing me hard. I tried to unbutton his shirt, but I gave up after two buttons and ripped the rest of it away.

  Asher grinned at me, lasciviously insatiable. Scooping me into his arms, he carried me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced and the bed creaked and groaned, not used to the abuse.

  Yes, well, I thought, speaking to the bed in my mind. You better get used to it, because we're about to do some rude things atop you.