~ Zoie's POV ~
Zoie paced nervously inside the playroom. It was 12.15 AM and Asher hadn't even come home yet. They were texting back and forth and he said he'd be there soon, but the minutes kept passing and there was still no sign of him. Until finally, the door flew open and Zoie's eyes widened in excitement.
"There you are! I've been waiting for you!" she leaped and practically attacked Asher with a hug.
"Sorry, I got held up at work," he replied, hugging her back.
"At work?" Zoie pulled back and looked at him. Asher was wearing a suit and tie, and it wasn't a sight she'd seen every day. "You were working until this late?"
Asher just shrugged.
"It's only the first day! Geez, what'd my dad make you do?"
"It's not Uncle D," he shook his head. "I wanted to stay behind and finish up some work,"
"Why?"
"Because... I find it kind of interesting,"
Zoie narrowed her eyes in bewilderment. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Asher was enjoying his office work?
"What kind of work did my dad give to you exactly?"
"Well, he's got this project he wants to build in China. He's making me draft a proposal deck. We're gonna show it to the clients on Wednesday,"
"Oh, wow," she gaped. "That's actual work stuff,"
"Yeah," he nodded his head like it was obvious. "Why? What kind of work were you doing?"
"Making coffees and cleaning cabinets all day,"
"You're joking, right?"
"And making copies that people will throw out the next minute anyway,"
"Shit," he muttered. "That sounds lame as hell,"
"Tell me about it!" she whined. "Plus, there's this lady at the office that was yelling at me with this bird-like voice, luckily Landon came and save the day-"
"Landon came to your office?" Asher cut her off.
"Yeah. Dad's company is doing some media collaboration with The New Yorker or something like that. Landon's the liaison,"
"Oh, I see,"
"Anyway, she was being a total bitch to me the entire time. If it wasn't for Landon, I'd be like the mouse in Cinderella, just cleaning all day long!"
"Well, it looks like you could use some stress reliever," Asher chuckled. He put his hands on her shoulder and started massaging her.
"You have no idea," she sighed.
"Ask me nicely and maybe I'll help you relax,"
"Ash, come on," she glared at him. Impatient as always. "Stop playing games with me,"
"Ask me nicely," Asher stood his ground, pausing for a beat before adding, "Sweet girl,"
That nickname always got her in her feels. Zoie's heart started racing. She looked up at him and he looked down at her. Their eyes were burning and locked on each other. The tension in the room went from zero to a hundred really quickly.
"Please," Zoie said finally, breaking the silence.
Asher let out a smile. He took off his suit and let it fall to the ground.
"Please what?" he asked.
Zoie couldn't help herself. She couldn't wait. She lunged herself at him, kissing him for all she was worth. Her arms were locked around his neck and she could feel him getting hard as his body was pressed up against her.
Pulling away for a fraction, she whispered in his ear, "Please take me,"
Standing straighter, Asher cupped her behind and she wrapped her legs around him tight. He held onto her body weight with ease as he stalked toward the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. Then, he let her down on the side of the bed and he pulled her up so she was standing again.
"You got your safe word?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded.
But I'm not gonna use it.
Asher took off his tie and used it to cover her eyes. Zoie loved the thrill of being blindfolded. The loss of sight actually heightened every other senses and made what follows so much more tantalizing.
"Hold your wrists together in front of you," he commanded.
Zoie also loved it when Asher was being bossy like this. She loved being under his control. She did as she was told and felt him attach a buttery soft suede cuff to each of her wrists and he pulled them above her head. She heard a clink of metal as he secured her wrists to a ring that was suspended from the ceiling.
Zoie was standing on her tippy toes as her body was now extended to its full height, and her arms were stretched high above her. Slowly, Asher began to undress her satin pajamas. He pulled her shorts and underwear down at first, then he unbuttoned the top. Zoie could only imagine how much he was enjoying the view of her bare breasts thrust shamelessly forward, completely at his mercy.
"Damn," His voice was low in her ear, reading her thoughts.
Asher's breath came down hot on her neck as his lips grazed her skin. Then, his mouth traveled south and he took her left nipple roughly between his lips, sucking it hard, while kneading the other firmly between his finger and thumb. Zoie's gasps only spurred him on, and she felt his teeth pinching at her soft flesh and his fingers tugging at her harder, twisting and torturing her sensitive little bud. His free hand was gripping her ass firmly, immobilizing her against him.
Oh, please. Take me now.
And suddenly, he stopped. She heard him breathe in, no doubt admiring his handy work as she felt her nipples standing to attention, engorged with arousal. She then heard him stepping away and rummaging amongst the toys.
"I want those to stay as hard as they are now," he said, and with that, he clamped both her nipples at once, making her yelp.
Zoie couldn't see what he was using, but they felt cold and hard. It was metal most likely, not too heavy, but very tight. The painful bite was delicious and it sent vibrations straight to her core. Zoie pressed her thighs together wantonly. It didn't go unnoticed.
* SMACK! *
Asher slapped her ass hard, making her gasp.
"Patience, sweet girl," he reminded her. "Good things take time,"
Zoie could only squirm harder in need. Meanwhile, Asher was attaching a soft cuff to her left ankle. It felt like suede and she imagined it was a match to the ones on her wrists.
"Open your legs,"
She did as she was told, allowing him to place a spreader bar between her feet and secured her right ankle in the same way. Slowly, he grazed the tips of his fingers up the insides of her legs, from her ankles to her inner thighs. Zoie was grateful for the cuffs holding her wrists in place as her knees literally went weak at his touch. With her legs spread open, she was powerless to relieve the growing ache between her thighs.
"Tell me, sweet girl," he purred, his voice was further away, so he must be perusing the tool collection on the wall. "Do you prefer being paddled or flogged?"
Zoie swallowed hard.
"I enjoy both,"
"Alright, then,"
Zoie could hear a smile in his voice.
"I want you to count them, do you understand?"
Asher was behind her again now, trailing the leathery tongues up between her legs, over her stomach and her breasts, giving her a small taste of what was to come.
"Yes, sir,"
* SMACK! *
The first blow fell swiftly on the right cheek of her ass. It stung and made her breath stuck in her throat.
"One..."
* SMACK! *
The second was a matching slap on her left cheek. The tongues of the flogger licked and bit at the curve of her bottom.
"Two,"
* SMACK! *
Zoie heard the hiss of the leather slicing through the air as the third fell squarely across her ass.
"Three!"
* SMACK! *
The fourth made her gasp as he deliberately aimed lower, just barely grazing her sex.
"F-four!"
The last blow, between her cheeks and making contact with her wet pússy made her cry out in delicious, pleasurable pain.
"FIVE!"
"Very good," he commented. "Now, where were we?"
Asher gave her nipple clamps a brief twist as if reminding himself.
"Ahh!" Zoie couldn't help but moan.
With no further warning, Asher bent down and she felt his tongue between her legs, sliding achingly slowly against her wet slit. It took all her self-control not to thrust her pússy into his face. His hands were on her ass, keeping her still as his tongue gathered pace, darting at her clitoris over and over. Zoie was panting hard, trying to control her breathing, and willing him to tell her to come.
"Not yet," he said as if he could read her mind.
Zoie breathed deeply, disciplining herself. She gave in to his intentions, trusting his undeniable talent for reading her body. As she calmed herself and embraced the sensations, she felt him push two fingers deep inside, slowly moving them in deep lazy circles that made her moan, almost sending her over the edge.
But suddenly, Asher pulled away. He moved his fingers to her tighter little hole, lubricating it with her own sweet juices. Zoie breathed sharply as she felt his finger gently push its way inside her ass, moving tantalizingly slowly in and out of her.
"I can't wait to have you," he growled, "You're so tight,"
Zoie could only whimper in reply. She wanted everything he wanted to give her.
Asher's tongue returned to her clit, along with his lips sucking gently. All the while, he was steadily thrusting a finger into her tightest hole. She flexed against her restraints, moaning wantonly, begging for a release. She didn't know how much longer she could last.
"How does this feel?" he drawled, alternating between tiny licks and blowing gently on her clit.
"Amazing!" she breathed, tossing her head back in the sheer pleasure of his ministrations. Slowly, he started to increase the pace, lapping steadily along the length of her slit, pausing each time to blow hot air against her clit.
"You. Taste. So. Sweet," he punctuated the words with gentle sucking nips at her labia, sending a new wave of pleasure to her core.
"Asher, please!"
"I know, I got you, beautiful," he replied softly, continuing his delectable torture.
Zoie was dripping with her own desire and he worked it to his advantage, using her juices to lubricate a second finger to join the one already in her tightest little hole, making her scream in pleasure.
"Ahhh!!"
"That's right, sweet girl, feel it. Let me hear you," His words spurred her on and she wailed breathlessly as he continued, pushing her pleasure levels further and further.
Zoie was starting to feel like she couldn't take it anymore, and that was when at last she heard him say,
"Come,"
Relief rushed through her body, followed by her órgasm. It was bigger and deeper than anything she'd felt before.
Oh, it feels so good!
Asher lept lapping at her throughout her climax, drinking in her pleasure. As she started to relax, the fingers in her ass pushed deeper, twisting oh so slowly in and out, setting off new waves of pleasure so that she kept flooding his hungry mouth with her creamy juices.
"Aaaassh!"
Zoie was hanging by the cuffs above her head as her legs finally gave up, going limp with desire but his free hand was on her straight away. His strong arm clamped around the back of her thighs, taking her weight, and supporting her as she wailed ecstatically through another órgasm.
Slowly and gently, he removed his fingers from inside her and stood to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Then, he carefully removed the clamps from her nipples, and he massaged the sensitive buds back to life.
"You. Are. Incredible," he breathed, moving behind her, kissing across her shoulders as he removed her blindfold.
Zoie stood limp and breathless, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. She felt his arms snaking around her from behind, circling her waist and pulling her to him so that she could feel his hard length against her behind. Zoie moaned pleasurably against him, grinding her bottom into his groin and stretching her head to one side, back against his chest to give him easier access to her neck.
Asher's hands travel up her waist then down her sides and over her hips as he crouched behind her, trailing soft kisses down her spine and over her bottom, crouching to uncuff her ankles. Standing again, he turned me to face him, her arms were still suspended above her head. He picked her up at the waist and Zoie instinctively wrapped her legs around him. His eyes locked on her with a wordless smile as he reached to unhook her, draping her still cuffed wrists around his neck and kissing her deeply.
Zoie's entire body relaxed as her lips parted eagerly for his tongue, savoring his attention. Her tongue danced against his as he pulled her closer and carried her to the bed. He lay her down gently and reattached her wrist shackles to a hook on the headboard.
Stopping for a moment, he stood beside the bed and gazed down at her with eyes full of wanting.
"Do you have any idea how fúcking beautiful you look right now?"
Zoie didn't know what to say, so she just smiled at him, basking in his words. Asher started undoing his jeans, freeing his hard length. He stepped out of his jeans and positioned himself between her legs.
"I've been thinking about you. All. Day. Long," He punctuated his words with soft kisses working his way up her inner thigh. "I'm sorry you've had a rough day, but it's only gonna get better from here on out,"
Zoie's smile spread wider.
If this is what happens when I have a rough day, maybe I should have bad days more often.
Achingly slowly, Asher eased himself into her core. Inch by inch he buried himself in, pulling out, and then he repeated the sweet torture over and over again. Then, without warning, his next stroke was hard and fast, catching her off guard. Zoie gasped and pulled against the shackles attaching her to the bed.
"Do you need to use your safe word?"
"No," she panted wantonly.
Asher let out a smirk. His thrusts became harder and faster. Each stroke went deeper, pounding into her core expertly. A finger snaked around her waist and found its way into her littlest hole.
"Ahh!"
Asher knew exactly what he was doing. Her órgasm was dangerously close.
"I love how far I can stretch you, sweet girl," he breathed, looking her straight in the eye.
"I can't wait to see how much further your limits go,"
He pounded her harder still to accentuate his point, making her wail in sheer pleasure. Finally, he growled, "Come for me!' and she did, clenching tight around his cóck, setting off his own release.
Asher pulled out and his load spilled all over her stomach. His low pleasured groans got louder, more urgent as he emptied himself. Then, he pulled back to kiss her, his tongue deep and hungry in her mouth as he held her close.
Eventually, Asher rolled off the bed. He cleaned her, cleaned himself, and removed the leather cuffs from her wrists.
"Well, that was a hell of a stress reliever," he chuckled, planting soft kisses across her bare chest.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
She nodded at him.
"Never better," she smiled. And it was true. She was utterly sated. He always knew exactly what her body needed.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"Same time tomorrow,"
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