trails his finger over the lettering, his voice rumbling with approval. “It’s like you read my mind. Arms up,” he commands.
I don't think of denying him, at least not yet, loving giving over control to him in the bedroom when, in real life, I can be as stubborn as hell.
I raise my arms straight up and feel Asher's hands grip the edge of the tank top and slowly slide it up over my ribs, exposing my bare breasts, before pulling it over my head and tossing it somewhere behind us.
“No bra? Naughty girl. That's going to earn you five spanks,” he warns me, pushing me against the cold glass, making my sensitive nipples harden and my overheated skin tingle all over.
“And these are far too short,” he adds, making me gasp in surprise when he yanks down my shorts, leaving me completely bare. “Holy fuck,” he croaks out, breaking character for a moment when he realizes it wasn’t just the bra I decided to forgo. “Such a bad girl," he mutters, kissing one ass cheek then the other before standing and taking a step back.
“Come here, Skittle,”
I turn and face him and do as he asks, moving so my breasts graze his chest when I inhale.
“Remove my tie.” His voice is quiet as he stares down at me, waiting for me to protest, but I don’t.
I reach up and slowly loosen the deep purple tie, sliding it free from his collar before handing it to him. He takes it with a smirk before walking around to stand behind me.
“Hands behind your back, Skittle,” he prompts.
I flush, knowing exactly where this is going. I'm so turned on I can feel my arousal starting to run down my inner thighs. I cross my wrists behind my back and feel him use his tie to bind them together. Not tight enough to hurt but enough to prevent me from getting free.
Walking back around me, he trails his fingers over the curve of my hip and up over my ribs before cupping my breasts with both hands. I moan and arch my back, pushing them more fully into his hands, but he just tweaks my nipples before stepping away and sitting on the sofa to the left of us.
He leans back and watches me silently, his eyes moving seductively over my body as if deciding where to start next. By the time his eyes meet mine, I'm a hot, panting mess.
The sound of the doorbell ringing has me freezing for a moment before turning to look at the door and moving to take a step back.
“Don't move, Skittle. Not one single step. If you move, I won't let you come tonight,” he warns me.
I frown. That does not sound like fun.
He gets up from the sofa and walks unhurriedly over to the door, making my heart almost beat out of my chest.
He wouldn't, would he? Fuck, he would.
Pulling the door open, he greets the delivery person while standing in such a way that I'm blocked from view. Even so, if I move one step in either direction, they will be able to see me in my birthday suit. Talk about leaving a tip.
It takes every ounce of strength I have not to make a move to cover myself. Somehow, I manage it and when Asher closes the door and turns to face me a moment later, I release a huge sigh of relief.
“Good girl, Skittle. I think you deserve a reward, don't you?
“Yes, sir,” I reply hastily, making him jolt at my words, and I don't miss the way his cock twitches in his pants.
Oh, he likes being called sir.
“Kneel on the floor beside the sofa.” He points to the place he wants me, so I do as he asks, hoping he hurries with this reward because I'm dying over here.
I watch as he plates up food and scowl. If he thinks he’s going to eat that in front of me, he is sadly mistaken.
He walks over to the sofa and reassumes his spot, picking up a piece of crispy chicken with a pair of chopsticks and sliding it into his mouth.
“Hmm...so good,” he moans.
I almost call him on it but then wonder if this is some kind of test, so I sit patiently for a moment, silently plotting his death.
“Open up, Skittle,” he orders, lifting a piece of chicken to my lips.
Thank fuck.
I open up and moan when the spicy taste explodes on my tongue.
“Good girl,” he praises as we sit in silence,