"I'm yours," I whisper, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me, and I sink into that part. I feel safe here. Safe whenAsher is in control and I know he'll take care of me. It's safe being his. "Only yours."
Something fierce and primal flashes in his eyes. "Good girl."
His mouth crashes down on mine, hungry and demanding. I gasp against his lips, and he takes advantage, his tongue sweeping inside to claim me thoroughly. His hands find the hem of my dress, bunching the expensive fabric around my waist. I should protest, should remind him we're in a closet at his family's gala, but any remaining coherent thoughts abandon me the moment his fingers find the lace edge of my panties.
"If you want help finding an agent," he growls against my ear, "you ask me. Not some fuckboy who wants to get you alone so he can try to seduce you."
"Asher—" I don't even think that true, that James is a fuckboy or that he wanted to get me alone, but Asher doesn't let me argue. He presses a hand over my lips to silence the words.
"Do you understand me?" Gray eyes hold my gaze, waiting impatiently for an answer.
I nod, and Asher's fingers slip beneath the lace of my panties, finding me wet and ready for him. All it takes is that stern voice and a reminder that I belong to him, and I melt into the palm of his hand.
He removes his palm from my lips. "Say it."
"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, Sir."
That breaks his control completely. In one swift motion, he turns me to face the wall, his hands rough and urgent as he pushes my dress higher. I hear the rasp of his zipper, feel the heat of him pressing against me.
"I need you," he mutters, raw with desperation. "I need you right here, right now. I need to remind you who you belong to."
He enters me with one hard thrust that steals my breath. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out, my palms pressed flat against the wall as he sets a punishing rhythm.
This is nothing like the careful control he usually maintains. His fingers find my clit, circling with just enough pressure to drive me wild, but not enough to push me over the edge.
"I want to fill you up," he growls. "I want you to walk around the rest of the evening with my cum dripping from your cunt so you don't forget who you belong to."
I try to tame my moan. "Fuck,Asher."
"Come for me," he commands against my neck. "Show me you're mine and come all over my cock, Sugar."
The combination of his words and his touch shatters my control. I come hard around him, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure consume me.
"I'm going to fill you up." He grunts, and then he makes good on his promise, hissing out a breath as he releases himself inside me.
We stay frozen for a moment, both breathing hard. When he finally withdraws, his hands are gentle as he helps smooth my dress back into place before pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead.
I lean against his chest, steadying myself as my brain slowly shifts back to reality.
Tell me you belong to me.
The words ring in my head. And I did tell him. Because I do feel like I belong to him. But something slick churns in my gut, reminding me, once again, that this all has an expiration date.
I want you to walk around the rest of the evening with my cum dripping from your cunt so you don't forget who you belong to.
Will he still feel this way when it's all over?
Will he care about who's flirting with me once he's named CEO?
"We should get back," Asher whispers. "Before someone notices we're gone."
I can feel his cum dripping into my panties, just like he said it would, making a mess of me. And secretly, I enjoy the reminder. I enjoy knowing that I'm his.
"Give me a second," I tell him.
"I'll go out first," he says before tugging me against him and pressing his lips to mine, deepening the kiss and pulling me back into that space where all I can think of is him and the way his body feels against mine.
When he walks out, I finger the pearl choker and wonder what will happen when this ends and if Asher will be a dark shadow haunting me forever.
