~ Zoie's POV ~
Zoie sat on Damon's office chair with her arms crossed and her feet up on the desk. She kept glancing at the clock, wondering why time was passing by so slowly. It was 12.30 at night and the entire house was quiet. Damon and Violet were asleep in their bed, and so were Zoie's older brothers. Letting out a sigh, she checked her phone for the millionth time that night. There were no new notifications. And suddenly, just when she was about to make a phone call, she heard the door creaking open.
"Hey," Asher whispered lowly and closed the door shut. He was still wearing his work clothes, the typical dark suit and tie.
"Finally!" Zoie hissed as she got up to her feet. "What took you so long?!"
"Sorry, I had another long day at the office," he said apologetically.
"Long day?" she scoffed. "My dad and brothers are home before dinner time. They're all in bed by 10 PM. And you just got back now?"
"Zoie, he's boss and they're the boss's sons. Meanwhile, I'm just some intern-"
"Exactly, you're just an intern!" She cut him off. "Why is it that you have to be in all these meetings and write all these reports for them?"
"Well, today it wasn't about meetings or reports, it's something else,"
"What is it now?" she sighed, crossing her arms.
"Please don't be mad at me," he said, flashing her that megawatt smile.
Uh-oh. I have a bad feeling about this.
"Why would I be mad at you?" she narrowed her eyes.
Asher took a deep breath before he started talking.
"So... Your dad's sending me to Shanghai for two weeks to close this deal with a client I've been working with. If I can close it, I'm gonna get one million dollars in commission and I don't have to work for him anymore for the rest of the summer, which means I can do everything else that I haven't got a chance to do. Like, go see Mikey and set up a garage. Maybe we'll build some new cars. And most importantly... I can spend a lot more time with you,"
Zoie was trying to follow everything as best as she could, but she lost him at "Shanghai for two weeks".
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute," she shook her head. "What did you just say?"
"Your dad made that offer to me today and I said yes. So, I was late because I had to finish up all this work before I go-"
"Asher!" Zoie cut him off sharply. She was yelling a little, and she realized she shouldn't have done that. Even though everyone was already asleep at this hour, the guards might still hear her.
"Are you telling me that you'll be gone for two weeks? To China?!" she whispered angrily.
"Two weeks for a million bucks and total freedom for the rest of the summer. I think that's a fair trade," he whispered back.
"But, why?" she protested. "Out of everyone in the office, Zach, Zander, or Zane, why is daddy asking you to do this?"
"Well, I've been involved with the project since day one and he says I'm an essential part of the team," he replied, pausing for a beat before adding, "He kinda believes in me,"
Zoie was at a loss for words. Just when she thought that her summer was going so well, her dad just had to do this. And the worst part, Asher seemed excited about this trip. She couldn't take it away from him now.
"Well, fine," she sighed heavily and shook her head. "If you wanna do it, do it. I'm not gonna stop you,"
Asher let out a smile, but Zoie didn't smile back. Instead, she turned around and gave him the cold shoulder.
"Hey, sweet girl," he said softly, reaching for her face and turning her around. "It's only for two weeks. You'll barely notice that I'm gone,"
"No way," she scoffed. "I think about you all the time, Ash. Like, what am I gonna do without you for two weeks?"
"You still have the internship that's keeping you busy," he said, pausing for a moment before continuing, "And now, you'll have time to go to those concerts and stuff with Landon since you don't have to sneak around to meet me anymore,"
Zoie noted a hint of tension. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously and said, "Asher, are you... jealous of me and Landon hanging out?"
"Me? Jealous?" Asher laughed mockingly. "No way!"
"Landon's, like, my best friend," she said reassuringly. "You know that, right?"
"I know, and he's my half brother too," he said in a rather high-pitched tone.
Zoie kept her eyes narrowed at him. Asher was typically cool and hard to read, but she could tell this was bothering him for some reason.
"Besides, do you really have to wear this kinda thing to the office?!" he added, staring at her blouse.
"What kind of thing?"
"This, like, sexy shirt," he stammered a little. "And you were posting photos on your Instagram?"
Zoie tilted her head to the side and crossed her arms again.
"So you are jealous," she deduced.
"I'm not! I just don't want anyone else to look at you like I'm lookin' at you," he argued, pausing for a beat before adding, "Even if that's Landon,"
Zoie let out a smile. A victorious one.
"Well, I'm only wearing this blouse because I know I'm gonna see you tonight," she took a step forward and uncrossed her arms, letting him see the low cleavage. "And I posted that photo because I wanna get your attention,"
"You already have my attention, do I have to make that more clear?" his voice dropped an octave lower and he glared at her, sending shivers up her spine.
"Okay, you're right," she admitted. "I won't do that again,"
"Damn straight. You'll be wearing rags for the next two weeks,"
Zoie couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Now, c'mere," he said as he grabbed her forcefully into him. "You've been a really bad girl today,"
Zoie looked up to see his hazel eyes boring deep into hers. If looks could kill, she'd have been dead by now.
"Ash," she warned him. "We're not even in the playroom yet,"
"I don't care," he said simply. "I want you now,"
Asher didn't waste any time. His hands slid up under her skirt, cupping her ass, and pulling her into him. She could feel how hard he was already. Zoie swallowed hard in response. This was a dangerous game they were playing, but it was also... really hot.
"What's with you being so impatient this time?" she asked.
"You posted a thirst trap," he said as he cocked his head to the side. "Consider me trapped,"
Zoie's lips curved into a small smile and Asher's eyes darkened.
"You need to be a good girl when I'm gone, you hear me?"
"Yes, sir," she nodded her head.
"Good," A smile played in the corner of his mouth too. "Now, I'm gonna make sure that you don't forget that,"
Zoie didn't have a chance to respond. Without warning, Asher took her with him as he sat on the chair. He pulled her by the waist and put her over his lap. With his left arm firm across her back to keep her in position, he used his right hand to hitch up her skirt completely and exposed her black panties. He smoothed the palm of his hand over the silky fabric and groaned appreciatively.
Every part of Zoie came alive at his touch. Anticipation was beginning to mount inside her. Then slowly, he pulled her underwear down in one smooth motion, exposing her bare bottom to the cool night air.
Asher palmed her cheek firmly, making her moan softly in pleasure. Then, his hand was gone and only returned when he started to smack each cheek in turn, hard and fast until she was yelping and writhing under the arm that was holding her down.
* SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! *
Zoie gritted her teeth together so she wouldn't scream. Meanwhile, Asher pulled her body further down and forced her ass higher in the air, exposing her pússy too.
"Do you want more?"
Zoie found herself nodding and moaning softly in response. She couldn't see his face, but she imagined he was probably smiling.
* SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! *
Asher continued spanking the back of her thighs, building momentum and edging dangerously close to her wet lips. And then he did it, he landed a sharp hard stroke directly on her wetness, sending waves of painful pleasure rushing through her.
"Ah!" Zoie couldn't help but scream a little.
Asher stopped and he smoothed his palm over her tingling flesh. Slowly, he started to finger her with two of his long fingers. They slid easily into her sopping hole, so he slid another one in and she bucked against his hand, reveling in the feeling of being so deliciously full.
"Shit," he cursed through gritted teeth. "You're soaking wet,"
All Zoie could do was moan in agreement as she pushed herself further against him. He started to rub the tip of his thumb against her tightest hole as he continued working the rest of his fingers in and out of my wet core. Zoie gasped as he applied a little pressure.
"Do you need to use your safe word?" he growled lowly, circling her hot little hole.
"No," she breathed.
Asher's thumb was slick with her juices and it slid easily inside her. She moaned softly at the delicious feeling and it nearly sent her over the edge. Asher slowed his movements a little, adjusting slightly before gradually gathering pace. Zoie's breathing got harder as her climax swelled inside her.
"That's it, sweet girl, let it go," he commanded, pushing deeper, and willing her forward.
Zoie felt a rush of yearning, stronger than anything she's ever known. With his fingers moving on her sweetest spot, she couldn't hold back any longer. She came, hard. And as her pússy was clenching around his fingers, her ass was tightening around his thumb. She almost screamed his name out loud and Asher used his free hand to cover her mouth. All the while, he kept working his other hand to push her orgasm further.
Zoie's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she lay there across his lap. Her skirt was hitched up wantonly, her panties pulled down to her ankles, and his fingers still filling her intimately, trying to steady her breathing. Slowly, he slid first his thumb and then the rest of his fingers out of her, before gently pulling her underwear back up over her cheeks, which still sting a little from his delicious spanking. After adjusting her skirt, he pulled her back up into his lap, facing him, and he kissed her deeply.
After the kiss, Zoie rested her forehead on his head and they stared into each other's eyes. They didn't say a word to each other, but they were saying the same thing:
"I'm really gonna miss you,"
Zoie let out a soft sigh as her head fell into the crook of his neck. She inhaled his familiar, masculine scent and her body melted into his arms.
Oh, God. I'm really gonna miss him.
"When are you supposed to leave?" she murmured against his shirt.
"Tomorrow,"
"Tomorrow?!" she squeaked, pulling back instantly.
Asher let out a sorry smile, confirming that she heard that right.
"When tomorrow?" she pressed.
"In the morning," he said, and Zoie felt her stomach fall to the floor.
Asher's eyes were tender as he gazed deeply into her. He put a hand on her cheek, caressing her gently.
"Hey," he whispered. "Can I stay with you tonight?"
"In here...?"
"In your room," he said. "I'll leave before the guards make their 5 AM rounds,"
Zoie was still overwhelmed with sadness, but the fact that Asher will stay with her tonight was a small consolation prize. Zoie nodded her head and he let out another smile.
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