I turn around and press a kiss to Asher. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
He smiles. “Never, my little songbird.”
Slowly, I start to back down the hall, pushing his arms away from me.
“What are you doing, Aspen?” he asks.
I give him a coy smile. “Running. Are you going to chase me?”
His eyes flash right before I lunge away, running all the way to his room. He catches me as I fling the door open. As soon as he steps over the threshold, the door is slammed shut, and my back is against the wall.
“I caught you. Does that mean you are my prey?” He hums.
“It does. Is the big, bad wolf going to eat me?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah. You have three seconds to strip before I rip the clothes from your body,” he growls.
“Only if you strip too. Leave the cut on, though. I want to be fucked by Wolf, not Asher,” I tell him.
His nostrils flare as he says, “One.”
I strip out of my clothes in record time before I make my way to the bed. When I turn, I find Asher naked as well, all except the cut that I know he is so proud of. I love seeing him in it. It means he is officially here to stay.
“I can’t wait to be your old lady,” I tell him.
“You already are in all the ways that matter, but I will make it official. Lie on the bed, hands on the headboard.”
I do as he asks, my hands stretching to the headboard. When he crawls onto the bed in between my legs, I see the predator in him. I love the change in him. Gone is the Asher from before, but the one who replaced him is the new and improved version. The one no longer held back by not knowing where his place was.
Now he knows. It is by my side.
He kisses each of my knees before he bites and nips his way up between my legs. My breathing becomes labored at the anticipation. I cannot wait for him to get to my pussy. I am desperate for it.
When he finally does, he smirks up at me. I smile back.
He doesn’t know it, but I have a present for him tonight.
So if he wants to pleasure me first, I will let him because tonight will be one he will never forget.
ASHER
There is an energy humming in the air tonight. I felt it the moment I walked into the clubhouse, but it seems louder in here with Aspen at my mercy.
She joked that I might eat her, but the truth is, it is one of my favorite things to do. I know it has to be her. I never liked it this much before.
Yet every time I get the chance to lose myself between her legs, I find myself taking it.
It’s not just that, though. She trusts me. So much so that we have been experimenting the last two weeks. It started with more breath play. She really enjoys the high she gets from it.
Then it was the ass play. She liked it so much that she started wearing anal plugs to train her ass. I hope one day she will be ready for me, but even if she’s not, the sight of her ass taking anything inside of it is so erotic to me.
Slowly, we are also testing out restraints. This is one of the things she is unsure about, but really wants to try.
So instead of actually tying her up, I make her hold her hands above her head while I eat her out. If she moves them, I stop. It has been exhilarating for the both of us.
If she never moves past this level, I won’t care. As long as I have her, I don’t need all the bells and whistles.
I only need her.
