LILY
Ithought I was dreaming. I thought Asher had come to me in my sleep to remind me of how good he can make me feel, so imagine my surprise when I wake to a sticky film over my lips, nipples,andpussy.
“Oh, you sneaky fucker.” I grin to myself as I slide out of my bed, Asher nowhere in sight.
Checking myself in the full-length mirror, I take in the dried remnants of what I can only assume is Asher’s cum just below my lip, and on my nipples.
My pussy, though? It’s a mess. Especially around my clit.
I should be mad, right?
That’s the second time he’s done stuff to me while I’ve been sleeping. There’s a very blurred line of consent here, yet all I am is turned on knowing Asher played with me while I was in a state of reduced consciousness.
Is he into somnophilia?
Does Asher Scott enjoy doing sexual things to unconscious people? Or just unconscious me?
I can’t say I hate it.
In my dream, I had an orgasm. Does that mean he made me come?
The first time he had his way with me while I was sleeping, he had his dick in my mouth, getting himself off, but I don’t feellike he fucked me or my mouth last night. I’m no sorer than I was before I went to sleep. I’m a little less tender, actually.
Iamcovered in his cum though, so did he… get himself off?
I can’t stop grinning as I take a quick shower before reluctantly getting ready for a day in the salon. Mondays are usually quiet, and it’s Bonnie’s day off, so I have to man the fort with the apprentices.
Once I’m dressed, I walk out to the living area to see Asher hovering by the open glass doors that lead to the backyard.
“You know, I really hope you filmed what you did to me last night.” I smirk as Asher spins, startled and wide eyed from looking outside. “I feel like I’m being deprived of all the fun you’re having…” My words trail off as I notice the envelope in his hand.
Shit… is that what I think it is?
“Where did you get that?”
Asher’s brows shoot up and he glances down at his hand and the envelope in it.
“Oh. I found it just outside here.” He bobs his head at the glass doors. “I was about to open it, but then noticed your initials on it.” He steps forward, his arm outstretched to hand it to me.
“Uh-thanks.” I take it quickly, spinning on my heel, giving Asher my back as I beeline for my bag and shove the envelope inside.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Are you working today?” I try to steer the conversation away from the envelope, and I spin back around to find Asher frowning.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes.” I offer him a nod and a fake as hell smile before moving to my coffeemaker. “So, are you working?”
“Yeah,” he states, not elaborating, and I nod, trying to calm the hell down before he picks up that I’m freaking out. “What were you saying when you came into the room?”
Letting the machine make my coffee, I turn back to Asher, eyeing him from my side of the bench.
“I wanted to know if you filmed whatever led to me beingcovered in your cum,” I say, hoping this will lead him away from my weird behaviour.
The corner of Asher’s lip quirks up in a sinful grin, and he shakes his head.
“Do you want me to record it next time?”
