"Sugar…" His voice deepens to that octave that makes my insides melt. "Are you writing aboutus?"
My cheeks heat. "No," I sputter out, but Asher's grin only widens.
"You are."
He steps closer to me, his arms coming around my body and pulling me against him. It's strange, this level of intimacy when we've barely touched in the months we've been together. But then again, that was me trying to avoid him. Trying to stay far away from any touch that could make me feel anything. But I had no idea it could feel likethis.
"It's okay, Sugar." He sounds cocky now, his chin dipping to look down at me. "I like knowing that Iinspiredyou."
I can feel my entire body buzzing under his gaze, those words rattling through my head.
I'm writing erotica inspired by Asher Caine, and I haven’t even seen his dick yet.
"Would you like more inspiration?" Asher's still looking down at me, and my mouth goes dry.
When I nod, he frowns, his fingers scaling up the side of my body and gripping my chin. This time, it's harder than it was last night. His grip bites into my flesh and startles me.
"How do you answer?" He's being stern. So fucking stern. Because he wants my words; that was one of the expectations he laid out last night.
"W-With my words," I stutter, and his grip loosens on my chin. "Yes, Sir." Holding his eye contact, I watch the way they glow when I please him. It sends another wave of warmth through me.
"First, Sugar, have you eaten today?" The question surprises me. I was expecting him to tell me to drop to my knees and for me to obey him like the horny slut I am right now. But instead, he's wondering if I've eaten.
"Uh, Lisette brought me a sandwich earlier."
Asher frowns. "It's seven p.m. Are you saying that all you've eaten today is a sandwich?"
His tone makes me not want to answer. He doesn't seem happy about that. And now that he mentions it, my stomach growls, and I realize that I'm starving.
"Yes," I say sheepishly.
Asher sighs. "Sugar, I'm happy that you're inspired, but you have to take care of yourself during the day. Understood."
I've never had anyone talk to me like this before.
Asher's staring at me, and I realize that he's waiting for me to respond. "Understood," I repeat.
And then he takes my hand and leads me out to the kitchen to feed me.
27
ASHER
Ihave a problem.
I'm addicted to this girl.
I've always liked being in control. It's been like this since I was a kid. My first girlfriend hated it. We were high schoolers at an elite prep school and bonded over our rich asshole parents. I would tell her what to do and she'd freak out, shouting in my face about how she could take care of herself. She couldn't. She was starving herself, or worse, binge eating and then throwing up in the bathroom. She thought I didn't notice, but I did. I notice everything. And when I would try to fix her problems, she'd lash out. Eventually, she broke up with me, and I wasn't even upset about it.
And then there was a second girlfriend, Abigail. She loved letting me take the lead, and she looked up at me with big doe eyes that made me feel worshiped and in control. That was the first time I realized what got me off. What I craved in the bedroom. But we were dumb kids who didn't know any better, and when she asked me to spank her, I used my belt and broke the skin on her ass, making her bleed. She stopped returning mytexts and calls. To this day, every time I see her mother, she gives me a look like I'm the devil.
I became more restrained after that, only sleeping with women who expressed that they wanted explicitly. And I kept my control to closed-door activities. If I avoided having a relationship with any of them, then I didn't have the desire to exercise my control in any other area of their life.
And then Wren met Nolan and opened Haven.
At first, I went just to see what he was doing. My parents were fuming, ranting about how he was embarrassing the family. They lectured Gabe, Dove, and me daily. And there was a race to see who could get him to stop, earning our parents’ love for the moment. Except, I never tried to convince him to stop. I'm not sure Gabe did either, not that we ever talk about Wren's club. For a long time, Dove worked at it, cutting away at him with biting remarks. But unlike the rest of us, Wren isn't itching for our parents’ approval.
Wren is the money behind Haven; he provides his trust fund and relationships needed to build an elite kink club. But it's Nolan who has the passion for and understanding of kink. He's the one who taught me how being a Dominant actually works. The exchange of trust required. How to properly care for the other person in the scene. Finally, something I could sink my control-hungry teeth into.
