Asher

by Shandi Boyes

  “Then you should have asked me!” His roar has me recoiling further than the two steps I just took. “Not go behind my back. He could have hurt you, Zariah!”

  I’m stunned by his panic, but not enough to harness my reply. “He’s my uncle, Asher. He’d never hurt me. I shouldn’t have hidden like I did, but I didn’t think you’d let me talk to him if I had asked.”

  “You’re right. I wouldn’t have, because you are mine, Zariah. Anything you want, anything you do, it all goes through me. You don’t need a leech like him giving you anything.”

  I still, stunned by his protectiveness. I knew our exchange earlier tonight changed things between us, but this is taking it too far. He isn’t solely angry I hid from him. He sounds jealous. “He’s my uncle! Why the hell are you jealous of him?”

  “Jealous? I’m not fucking jealous! I’m furious. You lied to me—for him!” He points to the door he just walked through. “He just discovered what happens when you deceive me, and now you’re about to find out as well.”

  “I didn’t lie to you. It was more a fib...”

  My words trail off when he spins around to face me. His expression is impassive, his lips hard-lined. This is about more than rebellion and defiance. It’s much, much deeper than that. It’s just buried in memories too dense for me to work through while he’s staring at me as he is. His eyes are wild and filled with savage arrogance, and they’re locked on me. I’m going to pay my penalty tonight, just not in the way I expected.

  I shouldn’t be excited, but I am.

  “Bend over and flatten your palms on my desk.” When I attempt to grow a backbone, Asher’s snapped words nip it in the bud. “Defy me again and see how it works out for you. I have no patience tonight, Zariah, none, so I wouldn’t recommend testing it.”

  I swallow my pride before leaning over his large glass desk to flatten my palms on it. The contrasting temperature between my body and the cool material is evident when a fog of condensation surrounds my hands within seconds of them spanning the glass.

  Warm air whips around me when Asher raises the hem of my dress. He fans it across my back like a blanket, making the heat roaring between us even more paramount. When he glides his index finger down the material clinging to my sex, I wish I had put more thought into my deception. I nearly inserted a tampon when I hid in the bathroom like a coward, but held back, certain I wouldn’t have to prove I’m on my period.

  I was a fool. I won’t make the same mistake twice.

  “What happens when you disobey me, Zariah?”

  Anything I’m planning to say is cut off by Asher’s palm slapping my ass.

  As his breaths float over my ear, he spanks me another two times—hard.

  “You get punished.”

  When he executes another two perfect smacks to my left butt cheek, a delicious burn races through my veins before tangling low in my womb. I nearly tilt my hips, seeking additional contact when I remember this is supposed to be about punishment, not pleasure.

  Asher’s next four strikes come in quick, rapid-fired hits. They’re almost enough to send me flying over the edge of orgasmic bliss. My ass is on fire, but it has nothing on the blaze raging low in my stomach. I’m very close to detonation. I just need a little more.

  I can barely taper the madness when Asher growls, “Don’t you dare come.” My legs wobble when his threat is delivered with two perfectly placed spanks—but not to my tingling backside. He dispenses them to the area that dampened more with every hit he delivered. He spanked my pussy—twice!

  “It’s taking everything in me not to tear into your cunt as it’s begging me to, so I wouldn’t recommend pushing me to the brink, Zariah.” I love the way he says my name multiple times. It leaves no doubt he’s with me and only me. “Now, on your knees. I should get some benefit from your punishment, shouldn’t I?”

  With my desire to have him in my mouth triumphing over everything else, I jump to his command immediately. I’ve been dreaming of this day for years, and I’m not willing to delay it for a second longer.

  I’m just about to free his cock from his trousers when a splatter of red snuffs out my eagerness. My uncle’s blood is on his shirt. Not a little—a lot.

  Pulling back an inch, I raise my eyes to Asher, deeply breathing on the way. “First, tell me you didn’t kill him.”

  His teeth whistle when he draws in a long breath. He’s ready to argue that he is the only one giving orders around here, but something holds him back. While he twists a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his wintry blue eyes drink me in. The heavy heave of his lungs exposes that he likes me on my knees in front of him, but he’s still conflicted.

  I’m worried his silence is because he can’t put my worries to rest, but his honest words prove me wrong. “I didn’t kill him.” He slides his hand under my chin to raise it high in the air. “This time. I won’t hold back next time. Anyone you use to go against me, Zariah, will be punished right alongside you.”

  I want to say the excitement trickling down my spine is from his confirmation my Uncle Nesti is safe, but that would be a lie. His scornful words, the jealousy firing in his eyes, and the ownership radiating out of him is too much. It’s all too much.

  The trickle turns into a full-blown torrent when he instructs me to tilt my head back. “I’m going to feed my cock into your mouth. Show you how I like it sucked. For how defiant you are, I’ll say you’ll be doing this multiple times a day the next year or two, so I may as well teach you how to do it right. Are you up for the challenge, Zariah? I might not be able to bend your will, but with the right amount of training, I’ll teach those sexy, fuckable lips of yours that there’s better things they can do than lie to me.”

  Year or two? Jesus—I thought this new game we’re playing would burn out as quickly as it started. I had no clue he was thinking long-term.

  “Wet those dry lips, Zariah. Some moisture will stop the burn when you stretch around me.”

  His command is near impossible to do when he frees his cock from his trousers, but I give it my best shot. For what I miss, I’m sure the precum beading at the crest of his cock will make up for it. He has a beautiful penis. Thick, long, and throbbing with as much buzz as his spanking caused between my legs.

  When he notches his cock closer to me, I apply a last bit of moisture to my lips before accepting him into my mouth. His groan when I swivel my tongue around his knob carries straight through to my dripping core. He tastes delicious. A little salty, and very manly, but delicious all the same.

  “Slither your tongue on the underside of my cock. It will help you take me deeper. I want as much of me inside of you as possible.”

  Nodding, I loosen the tight grip of my jaw before sliding my tongue along his silky shaft. He rocks into me slowly, but speed has nothing to do with my inability to fit all of him inside my mouth. He’s too long. Too thick. Too goddamn crazy if he thinks I’ll ever be able to swallow all of him.

  “Relax your throat, Zariah. Accept me inside you.” The tears I feel pricking my eyes from him stretching my throat nearly fall when he murmurs, “You think this is painful? Imagine when I claim your virginal cunt and ass. You’re going to feel me in every orifice you have for months.”

  I’m not crying in panic. I’m relieved. Being a virgin in this industry isn’t a godly feature. More times than not, it causes more harm than it does good.

  When the head of Asher’s cock hits the back of my throat, I gag. I assume that’s the wrong thing for me to do until Asher praises it. “I’ve waited over a decade to hear you gagging on my cock. It was better than I hoped, but if you want to reduce the likelihood of it happening, tilt your head back and breathe through your nose.”

  He sinks in another inch when I follow his instructions to the letter. He’s deeper now, but it doesn’t feel as foreign. It gives me that same near-asphyxiation feeling I experienced when he clutched my throat, but in a more enthralling way.

  “Your throat is designed to swallow, Zariah, so swallow
my cock.”

  He pumps in and out of me on repeat, inching more of his big dick in with each grind. I still gag through most of his strokes, but they’re barely heard over my moans. He tastes much better than the unripe banana I practiced on when I was a lonely teen preparing to die a virgin. He smells good too. If he wasn’t taking all of the control, I’d mark my face with his manly scent.

  My jaw is aching, but I don’t give in. I use my hand to work the sections of his cock missing out on the heat of my mouth and switch my tongue between licking the seam feeding his penis and lapping up the goodness pooling at the tip.

  I may be a novice, but it doesn’t take long for me to grab hold of the ropes. Asher’s grunts help. I adjust my technique when they soften and continue when they strengthen. I thought being on my knees would make me feel weak and pathetic. I was wrong. I have Asher at my complete mercy. I’ve never felt more powerful. Right here, right now, nothing but me is on his mind, and the feeling is euphoric.

  When Asher’s callused finger strokes my cheek a few minutes later, I raise my eyes to his. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

  Forgetting this is supposed to be a punishment, I stupidly nod.

  I whimper when my wordless confession is quickly followed by the removal of Asher’s cock from my mouth. He’s leaving me hanging—again. I tug down the high rise of the slit in my dress when he leans over the desk he used as a spanking table to hit a button on a black box.

  “Switch off all camera devices in my office.”

  The voice that replies is crackled by static, but I still recognize it. It is Asher’s head of security, Knox. “Do you think that is wise? The party is in full swing. You have a lot of enemies in that room, boss.”

  “Enemies that will be no concern of yours when I send Matvei in there to take care of the business you can’t.”

  Awareness that Knox did as requested trickles through me when Asher prowls back to stand in front of me. He has the same predatory gleam his eyes held in the seconds leading to his tongue slicing through my pussy, and his cock is even thicker than it was when it was in my mouth.

  “Take everything off but your heels. I want to feel them digging into my back when I claim you as mine.”

  With trembling thighs, I stand to remove my dress. Asher doesn’t help me undress; he just watches me with heavy-hooded eyes.

  When my gown puddles around my feet, his knuckles go white from the firm hold he has on his desk. He’s restraining himself from touching me. For what reason? I don’t know.

  But I do know one thing: it makes me as hot as hell. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I may have to touch myself. I doubt I’ll bring myself to climax, but I’m willing to try anything if it lightens the roaring buzz droning through my ears.

  His restraint is mesmerizing when my bra falls to the floor without so much as a clatter. I should feel vulnerable standing in front of him with nothing but sheer, slicked panties and a pair of heels from his cousin’s hooker collection, but I don’t. I’m feeling far from modest. I feel sexy, and wanted...and perhaps a little unhinged. If I hadn’t known Asher for longer than we were enemies, I’d be worried the feeling I’m developing for him is some form of Stockholm Syndrome. That’s how crazy he makes me.

  After licking his lips, Asher moves to the other side of the room before dropping his lusty eyes to my panties. “Take them off.” I’ve just hooked my thumbs into my waistband when he adds to his request: “Then stuff them in your mouth.”

  “What?” I had to hear him wrong, surely. I haven’t showered since four this morning, and my panties are soaked through.

  There’s nothing wrong with my hearing. “I don’t repeat myself for anyone, Zariah. If you didn’t hear me, pretend you did, because your punishment for being ignorant or not following my order will have the same severity.”

  His threat would hold more steam if his cock wasn’t hanging out of his pants. It’s twitching more now than when it was in my mouth, and it has me acting reckless. Like a crack of lightning brightening a pitch-black sky, his game plan dawns on me. He’s never wanted a spineless, scared woman at his side. He craved someone as strong as him. Someone who would fight alongside him, not three paces behind him. He wanted a warrior.

  He still does.

  “No.”

  Asher angles his head to the side, his nostrils flaring. “I’m not making a suggestion, Zariah. I’m telling you what to do. Take off your panties and stuff them into your mouth.”

  The shake of my head isn’t as confident as I would like, but it gets the point across. If it doesn’t, I’m sure my words will. “I am Zariah Volkov, soon-to-be wife of Asher Yury. I bow for no one.”

  My words quiver at the end when he takes a step closer to me. “Except me.”

  “No. No one.”

  We breathe as one when he continues stepping forward until he crowds me against his desk. His cock digs into my dripping core as painfully as the thick glass digs into my backside. He’s either seconds from mauling me or killing me. I really hope it isn’t the latter.

  “You don’t need to fight me to get what you need, Zariah. I’m going to utterly annihilate you.” There’s something in his words that has me realizing he isn’t solely referring to my virginity. “I’m going to fuck you, mark you, and make you mine. Right here. Right now.”

  My body responds to the arrogance in his tone before my brain can formulate a response. It’s a needy moan that dispels any worries in his eyes that I want him to go easy on me. This is going to hurt no matter what, so why hold back?

  “Then what are you waiting for? I thought men like you didn’t need permission.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Asher

  There she is. The temptress behind the title too sweet for her to pull off. Zariah doesn’t need to use her body to have men bowing at her feet. They’ll bow without anything being put on the table. She has that effect on people. She teases them with her big, innocent eyes and beautiful face, stunning them enough they’ll never anticipate the lion hiding inside her, waiting to strike.

  I see the lion. I hear its roar. Doesn’t mean I’ll let it play me, though.

  “Deny me again, and see what comes of it. I’ve gone lightly on you tonight.”

  The champagne she was chugging down earlier fans my lips when she speaks. “I can handle it...”

  Her words trail off when my thumb strokes the area in her neck where I gripped her last month. I’m barely touching her, but her pulse goes crazy when I line up my index finger so it sits opposite my thumb. I clutch her throat firmly enough to restrict her airways, but not enough she’ll get the same thrill she did when I spanked her. It’s more a fear-abiding hold than one to stimulate excitement.

  When her lips turn a sexy shade of blue, and the flare of her nostrils reveals her struggles to breathe, I try to maintain control, to not get trapped by the excitement that she trusts me enough she doesn’t physically respond to my barbaric hold.

  Nothing works. I pushed and pushed and pushed her the past six weeks to stand up for herself, and that’s exactly what she’s doing.

  It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

  Lost in the moment, I release my grip on her throat so I can hoist her backside onto my desk. After prying her knees apart with my hands, I slot into the generous gap between them. Part of her punishment tonight was to suppress her orgasms, but that’s now been placed on the back-burner. I love how quickly she unravels beneath me; it makes me feel like a fucking king, so I’m not giving that up for anything.

  “Asher...”

  She sounds nervous. I guess the removal of my belt would be the cause of that. I’m not going to tan her ass with it as I threatened earlier tonight—although I’d love nothing more than to see her wearing my marks—I’m just using it to give myself the upper hand.

  I hate losing—fucking hate it!

  Once I have Zariah’s wrists bound in front of her body, I push back on her shoulder. “Lie back. I’m fucking starved.�
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  Her back has barely graced my desk when I tug off her panties to stuff them into her mouth. I give her a wink, one that reveals I won, before burrowing my head between her thighs.

  When her arousal hits my taste buds, an animalistic growl rips from my throat. I’m not the only one shocked by the sudden sensation. My teeth tugging on Zariah’s clit surprise her as well. She stills for the quickest moment before she shatters like glass. The juices of her climax add an ardent flavor to the banquet I can’t get enough of.

  She tastes so good.

  Sweet.

  Innocent.

  Mine.

  I can’t get enough of her.

  Once the shudders roaring through her body ease, I dip a finger inside of her. The slickness of her climax makes it easy, but her tightness can’t be denied. If I had any suspicions she wasn’t a virgin as claimed, I don’t now.

  While my tongue flicks her clit on repeat, I add a second finger to my first. I swivel them around, stretching the walls of her vagina. She groans in pain through her gag but continues rocking against my mouth. She’s powering through the pain, knowing the reward will far exceed the pain.

  She’s right.

  I play with her cunt a little longer before toying with her clit and licking her asshole. I do anything and everything to get her as wet as possible before slipping my hand into my pocket to retrieve a condom—a condom I no longer have since I left them on Zariah’s bedroom floor.

  Fuck!

  I can’t stop now. She’s so fucking wet, she’s making a mess on my desk. Her arousal my tongue missed lapping up has dripped past her ass and pooled onto the glass. Her thighs are drenched, and even with her panties stuffed in her mouth, her face is flushed with ecstasy. If I stop now, it will fucking kill me—then I’d have to kill someone. Zariah doesn’t want more bloodshed, so I have no choice. I’ll have to fuck her without a condom. She is going to be my wife, so what’s the worst thing that could happen?