The book doesn’t fall, even though I know it won’t be long until it does.
As he glides his cock back down my throat, using my mouth and rewarding me with a rumbling groan, I do my best to stay motionless. With one deeper thrust, I can’t help but gag, and the motion makes the book fall. Asher laughs when I pout up at him.
“Uh oh,” he patronizes. “I guess I’ll have to punish you now.”
I thought this was my punishment, but I can’t deny that the idea of further punishment makes me wetter. The longer he waits, the more I want him inside me, fucking me until I cry and beg to come. And Asher will only let me once I’m begging and writhing, once I can’t take it any longer.
Knowing that only makes me want it all so much more.
I try to temper my excitement. Try not to let him show how much he affects me, because pretty soon, this will all be over.
I have to remind myself constantly that this is just an arrangement. A year of a fake relationship in exchange for more money than I’ve ever seen. And the submissive part? That’s just a bonus.
Eventually, Asher will be announced as the next CEO of Sanctum International.
And I’ll just be the woman he was once married to.
Another name on his list of submissives.
NEW STORY IDEAS
We meet the heroine in her tragically boring life. Maybe she’s broke?
1
GRACE
SIX MONTHS EARLIER
The rejection letter weighs down my pocket like a brick. I excitedly grabbed it from the mailbox on my way out of the apartment, waiting until I found a seat on the subway to open it.
This is the one, I told myself, reciting the positive words that Kacey, my roommate, has engrained into my brain. She's been on a positive thinking journey that she's dragged me into.
And then I opened the letter to read the same words I've read what feels like a thousand times now.
We regret to inform you…
I didn't need to continue. Another agent who doesn't want to represent me. At this point, I'm afraid there are no agents left in New York City, and if I don’t get one soon, I’m not sure I’ll be able to live here for much longer.
The only bright side is, if I get through my shift tonight without getting fired, I can make this month's rent.
Barely.
My heart thuds in my ears as I walk briskly into the staff locker room at Haven, trying not to draw more attention to myself by running.I find Kacey leaning against my locker, waiting for me, as if she knew I'd be running late again.
She's an educator here at Haven, a sex club for New York City's elite. She's also been my best friend and roommate since we were freshmen in college. Flipping her purple ombre hair over her shoulder, she reaches for my bag as I shrug my winter coat from my shoulders.
"Jesus. What do you have in here?"She groans as she lifts the bag and attempts to stuff it into my locker.
"Books." The idea of leaving my house without a paperbackandmy Kindle makes me twitchy. What if I finish the paperback, and then I’m stuck on the subway with nothing to read? What would I do then? I shudder at the idea before taking the bag from her and giving it an extra shove to force it into the metal cage.
Kacey rolls her eyes as I finally get the bag inside before taking my coat and barely fitting it on top. "Candace is on a warpath tonight," she says, handing me her tube of red lipstick."You need to get out there and not give her a reason to fire you."
"Ugh," I groan, my stomach coiling.Of course she is.Ever since Kacey talked Candace into hiring me, the woman has been plotting how to get rid of me. Bringing me on as a waitress was nothing more than a favor to my best friend, and now that I've worked here for a few months, the woman has decided that she doesn't like me.
