Dirty Obsession

by Ella Miles

  “I know.” He lifts me in his arms again and begins carrying me out of the water. I fight to get down at first, but I know it’s no use. So, I surrender to Asher carrying me up to the beach like a caveman.

  When he reaches dry land, I say, “You can put me down now.”

  “Not going to happen.”

  I sigh and try to enjoy being in his strong arms. I try to relax and just give up control. But I struggle to let go of the control even though I know he isn’t really in control. I was the one who orchestrated this. I’m the one in control. I suck in a breath, but he is the one that smells so amazing.

  He carries me back up to my condo before he puts me down. “You have five minutes to get changed into something dry and comfortable.”

  I frown. “I need longer than five minutes. I’m a mess. My makeup is smeared, and my hair is a mess from the salt water. And, if you tell me what we are doing, then I can be better dressed for the occasion.”

  He shakes his head. “Five minutes. Wipe the makeup off your face. Your hair is perfect the way it is. And wear something comfortable, like jeans and a T-shirt.”

  I don’t know why I agree to what he said, but I do. I strip out of my wet wedding dress, leaving it crumpled on the floor. I long for a warm shower to wash off the salt water, but I know I don’t have time. If I shower, I’ll be in there for much longer than five minutes, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, I want to find out what Asher has planned. And, if I’m not ready in five minutes, then I’m not sure I’ll get to find out the surprise.

  So, instead, I throw on a pair of jeans and a light blouse instead of a T-shirt because, honestly, I feel more comfortable a bit dressed up. I feel strange even wearing jeans. I only own two pair anyway. And then I head to the bathroom to try my best to get rid of the makeup and fix my hair.

  I scrub at my face with makeup remover until it is clean again. And then I run a brush through my wet hair before scrunching it to give it a little bit of a natural curl as it dries. I pinch my cheeks to ensure some color and apply a little lip gloss. But that is all I have time for as much as I want to do more.

  I head out of my bedroom and find Asher standing in my living room. He’s now in khaki shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops, looking much more like himself.

  He shakes his head. “You had to defy me just a little bit, didn’t you?”

  “I did exactly what you said. I got ready in five minutes, despite wanting to take a nice long bath to rinse off.”

  “I said, a T-shirt.”

  I smile. “Well, you need to get used to me not listening to everything you say. Now that we are married and all.”

  He walks toward me, his eyes challenging me. I stand my ground until he is inches from my face.

  “I wish I had time to punish you.”

  I grin. “That isn’t going to get me to obey you in the future.”

  He slightly shakes his head. “I know. But I would enjoy punishing you all the same.” He grabs my hand. “Come on, or we will miss our flight.”

  I step back. “What do you mean, flight? I don’t have any luggage. I haven’t let the company know that I’ll be gone. How long will we be gone? Where are we going? You can’t just spring shit like this on me…”

  Asher just stands stoically with a large grin on his face and an eyebrow raised as he waits for me to stop talking. When I let my questions trail off, he says, “Are you finished?”

  “Yes,” I say, nodding.

  “We are going on a honeymoon, as is expected. I have handled everything. This is me holding up my end of the deal to help you find the part of you that likes adventure and needs to let go more.”

  I frown. I didn’t expect him to move so quickly on holding up his end of the bargain. I know that this is what I need.

  “So, are you coming with me or not?”

  “I’m coming,” I answer as confidently as I can muster.

  I don’t trust at all that he has gotten everything figured out. But I can call from the plane and have someone at work handle all the business things that need handling this week or for however long we are staying. This week, I just need to enjoy myself.

  I step into the elevator, still holding on to Asher’s hand. He presses the button for the ground floor, and the doors close, locking us inside. I feel trapped, like there is no escaping now. I need to stop worrying about it now though. Now, I just have to enjoy the ride and try not to fall in love with the handsome stranger whose hand I’m holding.

  “Venice. Is that really where we are going, or is it one stop on many?” I ask as I take my seat next to Asher on the flight to Venice.

  He sighs. “I can see that you are going to drive me crazy with questions from now until the trip ends.”

  “Yep,” I reply.

  Asher rolls his eyes. “Fine. We are starting in Venice because I heard it’s beautiful and romantic, and I figured that is what is needed for our first night as a married couple.”

  My heart is racing in my chest as I think about what Venice is going to be like. I live in one of the most beautiful places on the planet and have traveled extensively on business, usually to the poorest places in the world. But, now, I get to go experience the beauty of another place.

  “And then?” I ask because it seems like there is more up his sleeve than just going to Venice.

  “And then we are going to backpack across Europe. Stay wherever we can find a place to stay or sleep in a tent. It will be a great adventure, waking up every night in a new place, not knowing where or what we are going to be doing the next day.”

  I smile, but it doesn’t sound at all exciting. It sounds terrifying. I like control too much to be okay with his plan. Maybe once we get to Venice, we will love it so much that we just stay there. Or maybe I can arrange for us to visit several places in Europe while we are there.

  Asher grabs my hand and kisses me on the lips. My eyes close when his lips touch mine, and I feel the softness of his lips before his tongue moves with mine.

  When he leans back, he grins. “Are you relaxed now?”

  “Mmhmm,” I say with a goofy smile on my face.

  He quickly kisses me on the forehead. “Stop worrying. Stop trying to control everything. Just relax.”

  I lean my head back in my chair and close my eyes, trying to do just that. When I open them again, I see Asher staring at me. Happy to be doing nothing more than just watching me, it seems.

  He slowly puts his arm around me, and I settle in against his chest and close my eyes.

  “Just sleep. When you wake up, we will be in a whole new world.”

  I smile and take a deep breath as I close my eyes. Immediately, I feel sleep coming for me. I didn’t realize how tiring it was to plan two weddings this week. But, for now, I get to sleep.

  * * *

  It’s early morning by the time we land in Venice. I slept almost the whole flight, only waking when they served us breakfast before we landed. I have no idea how Asher managed the flight. I slept against his hard chest, and somehow, he must have slept, too, because he seems to be just as rested as I am when we depart the plane.

  As we leave the cab that brought us to our hotel in the heart of the city, I don’t get to focus on how beautiful the city is. Instead, all I can think and worry about is how there is no way he brought everything that I’d need in the single backpack that he has slung over his back. No way.

  Asher rolls his eyes at me and takes my hand, like I’m a five-year-old child he has to corral. He leads me into the lobby of the hotel and over to the front desk.

  “Are you checking in?” the man behind the desk asks in English with a sharp Italian accent.

  He can already tell that we are American tourists, just from looking at us.

  “Yes. I’m Asher Calder.”

  “Ah, the honeymooners!” the man says.

  He grabs a key that looks to be an actual key, not a card, and that’s when I realize this isn’t a hotel. At least not what I think of when I think of hotels.


  The man starts scurrying us along as he starts speaking in Italian, much too fast for either of us to understand. But we follow until we get to a room at the top of the stairs. The man opens the door for us with a large smile on his face. He hands Asher the key and then says something else I can’t make out before leaving us here.

  Asher sets the backpack down on a chair as we both look around the room. It’s beautiful. Smaller than I’m used to but definitely full of beauty and charm. It feels as if we stepped into a different time though. The bed looks to be an antique although the bedspread is a beautiful material of red and gold. The nightstands also look to be solid wood with deep carvings on them, nothing like the stark coldness of hotel rooms back home.

  I see a door to what I assume is the bathroom, but I don’t look inside. Instead, I follow Asher out onto the balcony that is attached to our room, and my jaw drops. The balcony is small. Just big enough for both of us to be out here with a tiny table and set of chairs, perfect for two people to sit on.

  But, my God, the view.

  “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before,” I say as I place my hand on the edge of the balcony and look down at the river below.

  Asher’s fingers brush against mine, and then I feel his eyes on me. “Like nothing I have ever seen before either.”

  I suck in a breath, but I love hearing his words all the same even if they are a lie. I want to feel loved even if I can’t fall in love back. And lines like that show that Asher is one step closer to falling in love with me.

  I grab Asher’s neck at the same time as he grabs my hips, and we press our lips together in a passionate kiss, agreeing that we need this more than exploring Venice. We need it as much or more than the air we breathe. We need sex. We need that connection that we haven’t had since yesterday evening before we were married.

  His tongue slips into my mouth, and he has me moaning and wet with just his tongue in my mouth and not yet on other places. I cry silently to myself, thanking God that I get to have this man completely to myself. I don’t think about the fact that this is a temporary arrangement. That he isn’t really mine forever. He’s mine for now, and that’s enough.

  Although I could kiss him for hours, I need more. Now. I need his tongue all over my body. I need to see his muscles flexing as he moves inside me. I need to feel his hard dick pressing into my soul. I’ve been with plenty of men before, but for some reason, I think Asher could show me things that none of the others ever have before. He’s made me come more in one day than Wes did in a year. Although I’d never admit it to Asher. His ego is already too large.

  I grab hold of his shirt and begin pulling it up, loving how my fingers ripple over the ridges of his abs as I move the shirt higher and higher. Wes was in shape. But nothing like Asher is. I pull the shirt off and stop kissing him long enough to properly admire him. Now that we are married, I can gawk at him without feeling ashamed.

  I suck in a breath as my eyes soak in every bit of his body.

  “Strip naked, so I can get a better look at you, and then fuck me,” I say.

  He chuckles. “You dirty girl.”

  He doesn’t do what I asked though. Instead, he lifts me, carrying me in his arms back inside. “I’ll fuck you anyplace, anywhere. But I’m not going to fuck you on a hard balcony where anyone could glimpse your body. Not when we have a nice soft bed just inside.”

  I’m surprised at how gently he is carrying me. It’s almost romantic. Not that I think this man has a romantic bone in his body. But, still, it’s a nice feeling.

  Asher gently tosses me on the bed. “Strip.”

  I smile. I hate admitting that, as much as I want to be in control in almost everything in my life, I love having Asher boss me around.

  “No,” I say because I want to hear him order me around again.

  His eyes darken just a little as he glares at me. “Strip, or I won’t make you come.”

  I frown. “You play dirty.”

  “I thought you liked it dirty,” he says, winking.

  I suck in a breath and then take off my shirt.

  He grins when I finally give in. I quickly take off my bra and start moving to my jeans when Asher starts stripping as well. And, suddenly, I move much slower with my own clothes because my eyes are too transfixed on him instead of the task at hand.

  “Strip,” Asher says again more firmly.

  I move quicker until I’m completely naked and lying on the bed. Asher grabs a bottle of champagne that I didn’t see chilling when we first came into the room. He moves to the backpack on the floor and pulls out a condom. He picks up his T-shirt for some reason before he walks toward me.

  As he walks, my eyes drink in every bit of his hard body. His cock is already hard, waiting for me. He sets the condom and bottle down on the end table next to the bed. He takes his T-shirt in his hand as he straddles me, his cock pressing into my stomach.

  He takes the T-shirt and moves it over my eyes.

  I frown. “I want to see you.”

  “You will. Just not with your eyes.”

  He ties the T-shirt over my eyes, and other than another pout, I don’t protest. I let him cover my eyes. I let him be in control.

  I feel his lips on mine, rewarding me for letting him put the blindfold on. His lips move to my neck, and the feeling is more intense than anything I have ever felt before.

  I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. I’m not sure how insulated the walls are, but I don’t want our neighbors to hear me.

  Suddenly, I feel cold liquid trailing over my breasts, followed by his lips warming the liquid as it moves over my breasts. The difference between the hot and cold sends shivers down my spine.

  “I want to properly enjoy every bit of your body, Sloane. I didn’t get the chance to earlier.”

  I take a deep breath in and out. “I don’t know if I can wait until you have properly enjoyed every bit of my body.”

  I feel his grin against the peak of one of my nipples as I squirm beneath his touch. I grab hold of the nape of his neck, trying to push his head down to fully take my nipple in his mouth instead of teasing me like he is. He does relent though, and I squirm as his tongue expertly glides over my nipple that is covered in the cool liquid.

  “Fuck, Asher,” I say, my toes curling, as he moves to the other hard peak.

  I feel more of the cold liquid over my smooth stomach, going down my body with his warm lips moving it around, igniting every nerve in my body. The liquid moves down one leg, and his lips trace the liquid down, making me come unglued at his touch.

  “Don’t move,” he says.

  His lips start moving down my inner thigh, and I can’t help but squirm.

  “I. Can’t. Help. It. I need—”

  But Asher already knows where I’m going with my moans. His tongue and lips encase my pussy as I moan and pray for him to never stop what he is doing. Never. Because I’ve never had a man move his tongue over my clit like this man is doing now.

  I thought sex with him was good before, but now that I’ve had his lips on my pussy, I can’t imagine that my days of feeling like this are numbered. That I won’t get to experience this every day for forever.

  I shake the thought away though as his tongue moves faster over my clit just as he slips a finger inside me.

  “My God, Asher,” I say, barely able to get the words out.

  “Don’t come. Not yet, sweetheart.”

  My whole body tenses, trying to do as he asked. To not come until he tells me to come. But, every second, I inch closer to coming and not caring about disobeying him.

  He must sense how close I am because he stops. And, suddenly, his body isn’t touching me anywhere. I take a deep breath in and out, in and out, trying to slow my beating heart, as I wait for Asher to touch me.

  He doesn’t. He takes his damn time because he has more patience than anyone on the planet. He must have patience to have me naked, lying in front of him, and not fucking me immediately. I know he wants to fuc
k me just as badly as I want to fuck him.

  I reach up, trying to touch him.

  “Stop,” he says as soon as I move.

  I do.

  “Patience,” he says. “Trust me,” he whispers in my ear.

  I nod a little, letting him know that I do, despite everything I know about him. Knowing how horrible of a person he really is, I do trust him. At least I do with my body. He has more than proven he is capable of handling that.

  So, I try to be patient. I try to think about what adventures we are going to have in Venice. But, for the life of me, I can’t remember what Venice is famous for or even what country I am in at the moment.

  All I can think about is Asher. His grin. His abs. His cock. And how much I want—no, need him to fuck me right now. Every nerve in my body is alive and on fire. Every part of me aches to be his. Every part of me is begging for him to do more. Touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me.

  Anything. Just do anything.

  I hear him move. Barely, but I hear it. I hear him opening the condom wrapper, and I assume—no, hope that he is rolling it onto his cock.

  He moves. He’s in control. He didn’t tie me up. I can move if I want to, but somehow, he controls me all the same. I don’t move because he told me not to.

  I feel him climb back on top of me. I feel his cock settle in between my legs. I feel his breath on my neck. And I know, if he so much as whispered the word come, I would in a second without him even touching me.

  “Take me,” he says as he finally pushes inside me. His lips kiss my neck as he fills me.

  I try to stifle my cries and moans.

  “Scream, Sloane. Tell me how much you want this.”

  I let out a cry of pure ecstasy that I’m sure is much too loud, but I don’t care because Asher told me to.

  “Not yet,” he says as he thrusts inside me.

  I stop screaming and go back to biting my lip and curling my toes to keep from coming. I’ve never been blindfolded before, but now that I am, I’m not sure I want to go back to seeing. Because losing my sight has made everything that much better. I can see with my whole body.

  He moves again, and I suck in a breath, but I know I can’t keep from coming any longer.