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“You don’t need to make me.” I take a step back. “Just because I don’t want to be tied up and dominated by you doesn’t mean I won’t do what you want, Asha. There’s an in-between here—”
“But you want something else.” Her hands slide up her thighs, pushing the skirt of the slip up a little. “Youwant to do that tome. I know you do.”
Do I?“God, I don’t fucking know, Asha.” There’s a hint of frustration in my voice, courtesy of both my aching cock and the way she talks me in circles. “I never even thought about shit like that before I met you. I took girls home and fucked them and didn’t think much more about it. Exciting sex was—hell, I don’t know. Sex in the shower or up against a wall. And then I walk in here, expecting one thing, and you—”
I swallow hard, seeing her fingers sliding up her pale thighs, her legs spreading ever so slightly, and even knowing what’s beneath that slip, I want to see the rest of her so badly it hurts. It doesn’t matter if I see her bare one time or a thousand; I’m certain it’ll always make me feel the same way.
“I didn’t come here for this,” I tell her quietly, my voice hoarse with desire. “I came here just to see you. And then I walk in on you like that, and—fuck, you tie me up in knots without even having to use a rope, Asha. Just seeing you makes it hard to think.” I laugh wryly. “It just makes me hard. And if all I did was watch you—”
“What if I told you that you couldn’t come?” Her fingers inch the slip higher. “What if I told you that you couldonlywatch?” Her voice is thickening, and I can tell this is turning her on. It only makes me want her more, knowing it’s as hard for her to resist this as it is for me. That no matter how often she says we have to keep our distance, that this is supposed to be business and nothing more, she’s on just as thin of ice as I am.
“That sounds like fucking torture, lass,” I tell her wryly. “You’d really do that? Lie there and touch yourself and get off on how fucking hard I was watching you, knowing how much I needed—”
“Maybe thatiswhat gets me off,” Asha says archly. The slip is at the top of her thighs now, and I can catch a glimpse of her smooth pussy beneath the black silk. I’m aching to touch her, to taste her, everything that she’s denied me so far. “Maybe I like the idea of denying you while I enjoy myself. Thinking of how much you want it, how much power I have over what you do or don’t get to have.”
She stands up in one graceful movement, sliding the slip over her head, entirely bare all over again. My jaw tightens, my body throbbing with desire, and I know Asha can see it. It’s impossible to hide—especially as she sways towards me, every movement of her hips reminiscent of how she walked across that stage the first night I saw her.
Her finger touches the v of my t-shirt, her nail tickling the hair there. “Does that bother you, Finn?” Her voice is still smooth, careless, but I wonder if that matters to her. If she truly wants to know if it bothers me or not.
“A little,” I tell her honestly, and I see her flinch a little.
“Why?” She steps back, her hand dropping away from my chest, and I almost wish I hadn’t said it, if only so she wouldn’t have stopped touching me.
“This—back and forth, all this exchange of power and games, that’s not what sex is meant to be.” I look down at her, seeing a strange expression flicker over her face, and I wonder if I’m going to make her angry by saying all of this. “I’m not trying to say it’s—wrong or something…shit, Asha, I don’t even know how to explain what I mean. It’s not—”
“Not what turns you on.” She takes a slow breath, and it looks to me almost as if she’s struggling with her own desire, trying to think through it the same way I am. “I can’t—we can’t do this any other way, Finn.”
The two of us stare at each other for a long moment, the air thick between us, tense with need. I want to touch her more than I want to breathe, every part of me throbbing with how close she is, bare and soft and entirely exposed to me, and I know that regardless of whether I let her do the things she wants to or not, she has a power over me that no one else has had.
She makes me want to give her anything…everything.
“Fine,” I whisper hoarsely. “Then just let me watch you, Asha. Finish what you started when I walked in.”
Her tongue flicks out over her full lower lip. “So you can think about it later, when you go home?” she taunts me softly, and I smirk at her.
“You might be able to tell me what to do in this room, Asha, but you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do when I go home.” I take that step closer to her, my voice low, seeing the way she shivers a little when my accent thickens. “I’ll be in bed tonight with my hand wrapped around my cock, thinking about what I see here. You’re just giving me what I need for later.”
I wait for her retort, for her to tell me to get out, but her teeth scrape over her lower lip instead, and I see her take in a slow, shivering breath. She steps backward to the bench, lying back on it the way she was before, and she motions to a padded strip on the floor just a few inches in front of it. “Kneel down there, Finn,” she murmurs breathily. “While you watch me.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and her mouth curls in a slow smile. “Do it, and you can watch.”
Fuck.She’s still playing games with me, and I know it’s because she knows she’s going to win this one. She’s not asking me to let her tie me up or restrain me or flog me, just asking me to go down on my knees and watch her touch herself, and how could a man possibly say no to that? How could I tell her no, knowing that she’s going to be turned on by it, byme?
It feels strange, sinking down onto that padded leather on the floor, but the sensation flees immediately when I see what’s in front of me. She spreads her legs, her feet on either side of the bench, and I have a perfect view of her soft pink folds parting, already slick from what she’d been doing when I walked in, and I knowexactlywhat this is for.
All I’d have to do is lean forward, and I’d be able to taste her. My cock jerks against my fly, rock-hard and straining, my mouth watering at the thought of how easily I’d be able to slide my tongue over her, discover what she tastes like.
I’ve never needed to touch myself so badly in my life, and I know if I do, she’ll stop.
“Good—” Asha breathes, then cuts herself off, remembering that I don’t like that. Something about it is faintly touching—she’d remembered something that I did or didn’t like, and she’s not so deep into playing this game that she doesn’t care either way. Her hands slide over her breasts, cupping them, rolling the nipples between her fingers, and I feel that throbbing pain of arousal again as I see her slick opening clench between her thighs, wanting to be filled.
God, I could fill her up. I want to pin her down to that bench, rip my pants open and fill her to the hilt with my cock, hear her scream with pleasure as I give her every fucking inch and fuck her until she comes hard around me. I can feel my fists clenching at my sides, struggling against the need to touch and taste and fuck, a feeling that has never been so primal, so overwhelming until this moment, with her spread out an inch away from me and yet so untouchable that she might as well be on another planet.
“Asha.” Her name is a hiss between my teeth, and I see her lips curl in a smirk, one hand sliding down her flat stomach towards the bare, wet flesh between her thighs. “God, you’re so—”
“Tell me.” She murmurs it in that syrupy voice, sliding over my skin sticky-sweet, making my cock throb and twitch. “What am I?”
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I want—”
