My head sank to my hands where I hid my face with my elbows planted on the table. What had I gotten myself into
17
ASHER
Walking up my front steps after such a great evening with Mike, I felt horrible. Veda had stopped responding to my messages twenty minutes ago. I assumed since it was nearing midnight that she was probably sleeping already, exhausted after waiting for me to get done talking Mike back from the ledge. That part I didn't feel guilty about.
Helping other men in the program had become my goal, something in all this chaos that was just for me. It made me feel like the struggles I'd been through weren't just hard things in life, but rather they were learning experiences so I could help others. It gave me a boost to know men would reach out to me and I could help them the way I helped Mike tonight.
Unfortunately, Veda got the short end of the stick. After the nasty things Clayton said about her, I'd found it difficult to interact all week. She was hiding a secret, he said, but I didn't know what. I thought I could push it away and make myself believe that she would never hurt me, but without alcohol to drown my thoughts, I found it more challenging than I expected to let it go.
I unlocked the house and walked in, expecting to see her slumped over on the couch sleeping, but instead the aroma of scented candles hit me. I locked up behind myself and shed my coat by the door, then toed off my shoes and moved deeper into the house to see from where that smell was coming, and I followed it all the way to my bedroom.
The minute I opened the door I saw exactly what was happening. After leaving Veda at that restaurant, she'd come back here and turned my bedroom into what appeared to be a sex den. At least judging by the way she stood in the center of my room wearing only one of my dress shirts.
"Hey," she mewled softly, shrugging a shoulder while twisting her body back and forth at the waist.
"Well, this is a surprise." I was already loosening my tie, moving toward her as her gravity sucked me in.
"I've been waiting for you."
"I see that," I told her. "I thought you fell asleep… You stopped responding."
Veda gestured with her hands. "I've been doing all of this…" Then she reached up and started unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing. I paused, standing in stockinged feet with my tie loose and my dick swelling. "I thought after being someone's hero you'd deserve a reward."
My cock jumped. Dinner had been so awkward. We hadn't even gotten to order by the time Mike called and I felt so awful leaving her sitting there. We were trying to make a real go at a relationship now and the first chance we'd gotten to sit and really talk in privacy turned into me leaving her sit. Any other woman would've been upset and ran for the hills.
"Hmmm," I hummed, unable to form words as the dress shirt parted in front, leaving a trial of flesh from her chest to her core exposed. Her legs were crossed keeping her most intimate parts hidden but I knew what she looked like and I couldn't wait to see it again.
"Unless you're too tired…? You are an old man…" A playful smirk danced across her lips and I growled low in my belly.
"Careful," I cautioned.
"Or what? You're going to spank me?" she asked as I reached for my belt to undo it. The buckle clinked, then my zipper rasped.
"I could think of a few things to do to a naughty girl like you." I shoved the slacks down and they fell, so I stepped out of them. "Have you been naughty, Veda?"
She snickered and backed up a step, closer to my bed. Then she pulled the fabric of the shirt apart and let it slide off her arms, exposing her entire body to my eyes.
"I've been so bad… A very naughty girl. My daddy needs to spank me…"
My god my chest hammered and my dick throbbed. I had no clue what this woman saw in me but I was not going to try to convince her she was wrong for seeing it.
"In bed now, young lady," I ordered as I undid my own buttons and shed my shirt.
Veda crawled onto the bed, leaving her ass in the air wagging as she looked back over her shoulder and grinned at me. I lost all ability to control my conscious thoughts when I saw her folds glistening and on display. I shoved my boxers down and tore off my socks before I was on the bed and on her.
I crawled over her, knees bracketing her thighs, the mattress dipping beneath us. My hand settled between her shoulder blades and pressed gently until her chest met the sheets while that perfect ass stayed high.
“Stay right there, sweetheart,” I murmured, “legs a little wider. Show me how pretty you are when you obey.”
Veda spread her knees right away, back arching deeper. A soft whimper escaped her when cool air brushed her slick, swollen folds.
“Good girl,” I praised, running my palm in slow circles over one cheek, then the other. “Look at you, offering yourself so sweetly. You waited all night for this, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, pushing back the tiniest bit.
I delivered the first light swat—just enough to warm her skin and make her gasp. “Yes, what?”
