~ Zoie's POV ~
Zoie peeked her head out of the office door to make sure that there wasn't anyone around. Then, after making sure the security camera wasn't pointing her way, she gave Asher a signal and scurried out of the room. Asher was following closely behind her. As stealth as they could possibly be, they tiptoed across the hallway, en-route to her bedroom.
Zoie saw that her bedroom door was near. She was about to make a run for it when suddenly, Asher pulled her back. They were hiding behind a tall column. Zoie looked at him quizzically and he put a hand to her mouth, shutting her up. Then, he nodded to the other side of the hallway where Zoie's parents were walking down the corridor. Violet was looking around as Damon led her into his office. As soon as they walked in there, Damon closed the door shut. And that could only mean one thing...
Zoie and Asher exchanged a knowing look.
I guess we're pretty lucky we didn't end up going to the playroom tonight.
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"Phew, that was a close one," Asher let out a breath of relief as Zoie closed her bedroom door shut and locked it.
"I know, right?" she agreed, letting out a long, deep breath. "What are they doing up at this hour anyway?"
"What do you think?" Asher joked, winking playfully.
"Eugh, stop!" Zoie shook her head and put her hands to her ears.
"What? Do you think they're up at this hour to play chess in your dad's office?"
"Stop it!" she whined. "I really don't wanna think about my mom and dad using the playroom, it's not really a big turn on, alright?"
Asher laughed and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I know, but it's just funny,"
"Funny how?"
"That the apple doesn't fall far from the tree,"
Zoie paused for a beat. Asher was grinning mischievously.
"Oh, shut up," she spat.
"What? It's true,"
"Whatever," Zoie rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Hey, c'mere," he said, trying to pull her toward him.
"No! I'm not in the mood anymore!" Zoie frowned. It was more of a playful whine than a real whine.
"Hey, come here," he said again, his tone was firm.
Zoie didn't move an inch. She just stared at him and said, "Make me,"
Asher's lips curved into a smile. He stepped forward and leaned closer, pausing for a beat before planting a kiss on her lips. She thought he'd kiss her aggressively to show dominance over her, but no. He kissed her gently, full of fervor, yet tender. Zoie's body couldn't help but melt into him, surrendering not by force, but by grace.
She draped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Asher's hands moved up her body and found the buttons of her blouse. He unbuttoned them one by one until the fabric fell down in one fluid motion. Without breaking off the kiss, he then slid her skirt down her legs until it pooled around her feet. Zoie was left only in her underwear now. Sliding his hands into her panties, he got rid of those too and stepped back to admire her naked body. Asher smiled and beckoned her forward. She stepped out of the pile of fabric and moved towards him. He took her off guard, lifting and putting her over his shoulder, landing a loud smack across her behind.
"Ouch!" she yelped. But it was more pleasurable than it was painful.
Asher then lay her down on the bed. He positioned himself on top of her. Zoie smiled and pulled him closer on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him again.
"One of us is still wearing too many clothes," she whispered in between the kisses.
"Yeah? What are you gonna do about that?" he challenged.
Zoie pushed him off and sat back against the headboard.
"Mr. Luciano, strip,"
Asher was caught off guard. He stared at her with those incredible hazel eyes and ran his thumb across his bottom lip.
"Someone's very bossy," he noted.
She replied with a flippant shrug. "Strip,"
His eyes narrowed at her and she could tell that he was dying to punish her, but he was also desperate to make love to her and that was the desire that won; for now, at least. Asher quickly began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Slowly," she said, smirking and never taking her eyes off him, knowing that she was pushing her luck.
Asher narrowed his eyes at her again, but complied and took his time over the last few buttons. He eased the fabric off himself and tossed it to one side. He really did have a divine body. She devoured him with her eyes, making a mental plan to lick every inch of his gorgeous chest at some point, and to cover his torso in tiny kisses all the way down to his belly button and beyond. Zoie licked her lips thinking about it. His toned arms flexed as he reached down to unbutton his jeans. Enjoying the power switch, she started pinching her nipples as she watched him undress and kneel on the bed before her, his hard length already throbbing invitingly.
"Now what, Miss Van Zandt?" he asked, trying to ignore her pleasuring herself.
"Now I'm all yours, Mr. Luciano," she purred.
That was all he needed to hear as he pulled her down to the middle of the bed, pushing her thighs apart and moving between them. Zoie was still slick from his fingers before, so he entered her easily in one hard thrust. He pinned her wrists together above her head with one hand and pulled hard on her left nipple with the other. He moved in and out of her hard and fast, positioning himself so that each stroke made his pubic bone grind against her clit. Zoie moaned wantonly as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her deeper.
"If you come before I tell you to, or if you scream, I will punish you, understood?" he whispered in her ear, never missing a stroke as he extended her arms above her, making her hold on to the spindles of the headboard.
"Yes, sir!" she wailed, knowing all too well that he didn't plan on giving her a choice, but determined to at least try to play by his rules.
"Good girl. Keep your hands there or I will tie you up,"
Asher then pulled away to hook his arms under her thighs, spreading her wider and kneeling to pound her deeper. Zoie held on tight to the smooth carved wood as he started to pick up the pace, mercilessly driving himself in and out of her, impossibly deeply, making her pant harder, desperately trying to keep control of herself.
"Eyes on me," His authoritative tone snapped her eyes open and she made herself meet his gaze. It was full of power and lust, and she needed every ounce of her self-control to stop from coming undone right there. As if sensing her struggle, a glint of a smile crossed his eyes as he unhooked his right arm to press the pad of his thumb against her clit. Zoie wailed loudly, biting her lip and clenching her eyes tight shut, trying to stave off the orgasm threatening to overtake her.
"I told you not to scream," he said. "Eyes open,"
His voice was soft but commanding. And as she complied, he increased the pressure of his thumb with a smile, knowing that he'd won.
With her eyes fixed on him, she gave in and let his touch push her over the edge, writhing eagerly as pleasure crashed through her in waves. As her orgasm finally subsided, he shook his head, smiling as he eased his still hard length out of her.
"Sweet girl, you came without permission," He said teasingly as his body loomed over her. His fingers traced down her still outstretched arms to her waist, when without warning, he gripped her firmly and flipped her onto her front, landing a brief smack across her bottom.
Zoie bit her lip to suppress another scream. She couldn't be too loud or it'll really be dangerous.
"Ash," she whimpered. "Easy... Please..."
Asher didn't respond right away. Zoie had no idea what he was planning, but she had never so eagerly anticipated a punishment before in her life.
"Hold onto the headboard,"
She did as she was told and felt his weight shift to one side. Asher leaned down to grab a tie and belt from the pile of clothes. She turned her head to the side and saw the smirk on his lips and she did her best not to match it. He positioned her so that her breasts were pressed against the bed and her bottom was high in the air. Then, he made quick work of tying her wrists to the headboard with the tie. Kneeling behind her to admire his handiwork, Asher ran a palm over the curve of her bottom.
"Now then, let's count your misdemeanors, shall we?"
Suddenly and without warning, the leather belt cracked against the creamy flesh of her bare bottom.
* SMACK! *
"That's for coming without permission, of course,"
* SMACK! *
Another blow came, making her yelp. It was more from the surprise than the pain.
"Then there's your bossy little attitude,"
* SMACK! *
The next stroke was aimed across the back of her thighs and she moaned into the pillow beneath her. "And this one... well, just because,"
Two more cracks landed across the cheeks of her butt in quick succession. She could hear his breathing getting heavier, matching her own as he trailed the leather across her soft flesh. His voice was lower as he continued.
"Do you know what you do to me? I'm gonna go crazy without you for two weeks,"
Another hard stroke fell across both her cheeks and it prevented any sort of answer.
"I love the way your body begs for me. Just. For. Me," he punctuated each word with more blows against her sensitive flesh. Zoie bit her lip harder as her stomach began to clench.
"I can't get enough of you, and your body tells me you feel the same way, don't you?"
Zoie could only whimper incoherently in reply.
"Answer me," he demanded, suddenly cupping her core with his hand, making her gasp.
"Yes"' she panted, "Yes, I do!"
In one fluid movement, he tossed the belt to one side and eased himself back inside her, hard and fast. With his front to her back, he started pounding into her harder than ever. His hands were firm on her hips as he gathered speed.
"Come for me, sweet girl," he ordered, tilting her hips to fill her deeper.
Relief rushed through her body, followed by pleasure as she came hard, grinding back against him and moaning his name.
"That's it, good girl," he cooed, putting a hand to her mouth to suppress the sound.
Zoie's body was completely under his control. She embraced wave after wave of the bliss that rushed through her. She found herself cursing him for tying her up, the instinctive urge to wrap her arms around him was so overwhelming, it was infuriating. With that unexplainable skill for reading her thoughts, he reached up to untie her restraints. Then, he rolled her onto her back, positioning himself between her thighs.
"Oh, I'm not finished with you yet," he smiled, trailing kisses between her breasts and down across her midriff. As his lips made contact with her clit, she wailed incoherently, still so sensitive from her last orgasm.
"I don't wanna forget how you taste," he breathed. "So. Fúcking. Sweet," He paused between each word to take a long greedy lick of her wet slit, making her writhe underneath him.
Zoie breathed deeply, trying to control herself, worried that she'll pass out from much more attention from his oh so talented tongue so soon after coming so hard. Asher was relentless, though. All of a sudden, he moved her again, flipping her so he was on the bottom and she was on top. But instead of being face to face, he was facing her clit while she was facing her length.
Zoie licked her lips and opened her mouth for him. She took him into her mouth as far as she could, pushing him over the edge as he was doing the same to her. His fingers worked their magic combined with his skillful tongue. Zoie couldn't do anything but surrender herself to meet him, powerless to his will and utterly content to be so. They were moving to the same rhythm as their breathing became one.
"Come, baby,"
His words were part command, part plea, and they were her undoing. Zoie's orgasm started rushing through her as she felt his length starting to throb. Her walls clenched around his fingers and tongue as he unloaded himself deep inside her throat. Their bodies exploded in perfect timing with each other.
Finally, as they were both coming down from their high, he lifted her up and set her down so that they were facing each other. They stared into each other's eyes in marvelous wonder for a moment. No one dared to move. And at that moment, Zoie felt what it meant to be loved. And it frightened her to not be by his side for any reason whatsoever.
"Hey, sweet girl," he said softly, noting the worry in her eyes.
Zoie didn't respond. Instead, her eyes began to water. She didn't want to cry, but her emotions were uncontrollable.
"Don't cry," he cooed gently, caressing her cheek and wiping the tears away. "I'll be back before you even know it, okay?"
She knew it was silly. Asher was only going away for two weeks, but she couldn't help it. She wanted him. Always. All the time.
"Just two weeks and then I'm all yours," he said again.
Zoie took a deep breath and calmed herself. Finally, she nodded her head.
"Good girl," he smiled.
Zoie nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and he held her tighter. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his heart beating.
"Hey, Ash,"
"Hm?"
"When you come back, let's go on a road trip. Just you and me,"
Asher stared at her for a moment. His eyes were filled with marvel.
"Okay," he said it like it was a promise.
"Okay," she nodded her head too.
And so, they clung unto each other in comfortable silence, fighting the hours pass them by.
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