His expression hardens instantly. There it is. That reaction.
“That wouldn’t happen,” he says flatly.
“But what if it did?” I push.
His jaw tightens, something dangerous flickering in his eyes. “It wouldn’t.”
“That’s not an answer,” I insist.
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
I shake my head slightly, frustrated. “See? That’s exactly what I mean. You expect things to just be a certain way, but you haven’t—”
“That’s enough.”
The words cut through mine sharply, final and commanding. I freeze. Not because I’m scared. Because of the tone. Because of the way it settles over me, heavy and undeniable.
“You’re pushing me into something you don’t understand,” he continues, his voice lower now, controlled but edged with something darker.
“Then make me understand,” I fire back, even though my heart is racing now.
There’s a pause. A shift. Then, “Go to the kitchen counter and turn around.”
My breath catches. “What?”
“You heard me,” he says, his voice steady, leaving no room for argument. “Turn around.”
A flicker of hesitation moves through me, but it’s brief. Something in his tone tells me this isn’t a request. Slowly, I walk to the counter and turn, resting my torso on it. My pulse rushes loudly in my ears, my thoughts suddenly scattered as I try to anticipate what he’s about to do.
I don’t have to wait long. The first sharp contact startles me. It’s more from the surprise than anything else. A soft gasp leaves my lips before I can stop it. It should hurt, but instead, it spreads heat to my core. Enough to make my breath catch.
“You want to test boundaries.” His voice comes from behind me, calm but firm. “Then you deal with the consequences.”
Another loud spank follows, reinforcing the point more than punishing. My fingers tighten on the counter’s edge. My pulse is racing for reasons that have nothing to do with fear.
“You don’t get to throw around words like that,” he continues, his tone lower now, closer. “Not about other men. Not about what’s yours.”
The sting of his hand on my backside sends a jolt through me, igniting a fire I hadn’t anticipated. I gasp. The sharpness swirls into something intoxicating. Asher’s grip tightens around my waist, pulling me flush against him, my heart racing as I try to process what I’m feeling.
“You need to learn, baby girl,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “No one else can have you. You’re mine.”
His words wrap around me like a warm embrace. And despite the initial shock, a thrill shoots through me.I can feel the heat pooling low in my belly, the tension coiling tighter. He eases me back down over the counter, one hand splayed warm across the small of my back to hold me there. The next spank lands lower, closer to where I ache, and I gasp.
Each one blurs the line between sting and something molten, until the burn and the wet ache are the same feeling. My panties are soaked. I’m whimpering and trembling, rocking back into his hand without meaning to. “P-please,Daddy,” I whimper.
“Please, what,” he asks in a growly tone. Not letting up.
“L-let me c-come,” I beg.
“You think you deserve it?” he asks.
“I’m s-sorry,” I sob.
Then, he slides his hand beneath my skirt, works two fingers into my soaked panties, and strokes deep. I let go instantly, convulsing and gripping the counter as I cry out my relief.He lifts me, carries me to the bed, and lays me down, stripping my clothes away.
I lie back, breathless, my body still humming as he undresses. Seconds later, Asher looms over me, his expression fierce and possessive. He wraps his hands around my ankles and drags them slowly up my calves, my thighs, spreading me open as he settles between them.
He brushes his lips against mine, coaxing me to respond. I melt into him, kissing him back with a hunger that surprises me. His tongue teases mine until every nerve ending in my body wakes.
