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“Take me,” I say, pushing my chair back and slowly rising to my feet.
“Take you?” he asks, lowering his voice into a smooth rumble.
Yes, you idiot. Take me. Fuck me. Make me cum harder than I’ve ever cum before.
Those hazel eyes latch onto my movements as I begin to slip my high heels off and kick them under my desk, instantly becoming inches shorter. His gaze doesn’t leave my movements even when I start to unbutton my work shirt, leaving it half open and exposing my white silky bra underneath.
“Yeah,” I say, shrugging out of my shirt and letting it drop to the ground near my chair. “Fucking take me, Asher. Do what you want to do to me.”
His eyes blow wide, darkening with each piece of clothing I remove. Yet, he doesn’t utter a command. Simply stares at me like I’ve grown a third boob he can’t wait to devour. Wicked thoughts must travel through his mind when his fingers twitch on top of my desk, desperate to reach out and grab me.
The cool air of the room rushes across my flesh, pebbling goosebumps up and down my body as I remove my pants and toss them across the desk, hitting him in the face.
He jerks back, gripping them in his hands. “Little Brat,” he rasps with roaming eyes, staring me up and down as I stand before him in only my bra and underwear. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn gorgeous.”
“Tell me what to do, Asher.” I won’t move unless he says so.
I won’t cum or moan or curl my toes unless he gives me the go-ahead. This is me taking back the Asher I once knew and giving him back to the Asher 2.0 sitting across from me. Someone needs to take him by the balls and force him to be the dominating man he once was.
He’s no longer allowed to stay on the sidelines and wait his turn. It’s time for action.
He blinks several times, rubbing his jaw. “Come here,” he says with less confidence than I hoped, but it’s a start.
“Yes, Daddy Asher,” I murmur, sauntering around the edge of my desk.
God. The full-body shudder that works its way through him at the sound of his old nickname has my pussy weeping with delight. If I thought I was horny this morning, this is nothing compared to that.
It’s odd having him at my mercy. Or me being at his mercy, I guess. Trying to be, anyway. It brings me back to the night he laid me out on the dining room table at the Castle House and rocked my goddamn world with his demands. Every word he said, I did. Every command he laid out, I fucking followed.
Today will be no different. Today is the day Asher takes me how he wants me.
Asher doesn’t reach out for me when I stand before him in my underwear. His fingers may not caress my flesh just yet, but his eyes absolutely ignite with lust, traveling over every inch of my body with a fine tooth comb.
“Fucking hell. You’re going to kill me,” he murmurs, finally brushing his fingertips over my abdomen and gliding around my belly button.
“How so?” I whisper, leaning into his warm and inviting touch, still refusing to take the reins on this whole endeavor.
Whatever Asher wants to do, it’s up to him.
“You’re just so fucking beautiful. Then and now.” His fingers trail up to the swell of my breast, gliding over the white stretch marks lining my skin. Abruptly standing, he towers over me, still fixated on running his fingers over my boobs.
“This is your show, Daddy Asher,” I murmur, pushing my tits into his hand as he cups it through my bra, running his thumb over my pebbling nipple.
“Hmmm,” he hums, leaning forward to bite through my bra.
“Fuck,” I hiss at the beautiful sting flaring under the intensity of his teeth.
“My show,” he murmurs, running his tongue along my bra until he meets my flesh, traveling up my neck and right below my ear.
I nearly cum when he sucks my skin in between his teeth, nibbling around until my lips meet his.
“I want you to bend over, Little Brat,” he breathlessly says against my lips, palming my ass.
Fire brews beneath my skin when he watches my reaction with such intensity I feel like flames are licking every inch of me.
“Yes, Sir,” I say with a smirk, growing wetter by the second.
Turning around, I place my palms on my desk. My back arches, and when I look over my shoulder, I nearly combust at the sight of him.
