Jesus, I really do lose all sense of time when I get started.
“Productive afternoon?” he says, casually stepping into the room.
It feels strange having him here. Everything in this apartment screams Asher, but I've carved this small space out as my own.
“Yeah, it was good. How about you?” I ask, but my stomach chooses that moment to start gurgling, making me blush.
“Woman, what am I going to do with you?” Asher sighs with exasperation.
“Well, I can think of a few things,” I tease, making him chuckle.
Walking over to me, he reaches his hand out for me to grab, which I do, slipping my smaller one into his, letting him pull me to my feet.
“Fuck!” he groans when he takes in my skimpy outfit, “You are going to be the death of me, Skittle," he admits. “It's like watching you in that Harley Quinn costume all over again.”
Working the last two shifts for Tony, with Asher glowering at every male customer who looked my way from his spot at the bar, had been like dealing with a toddler with a mine, mine, mine, complex. At one point, I thought he was going to pick me up and toss me over his shoulder.
Laughing, I reach up and wrap my arms around his shoulders, standing on tiptoes so I can press a kiss to his stubble-covered cheek.
“I like to be comfortable while I'm working, and clothes tend to get in the way,” I tell him with a cheeky grin as his hands slide down and cup my ass.
“Hmm…you could always paint naked,” he suggests, pressing against me, letting me know just how much he likes that idea.
“I used to, but the paint gets everywhere. I swear it's worse than sand at the beach.”
He groans again and adjusts himself.
“Come on, Skittle, let me feed you so I can fuck you. I missed you today.”
I laugh and let him pull me out the door toward the kitchen.
“You just saw me at lunch,” I point out.
“It doesn't count because I had to share you with Graham,” he tells me with a pout.
“And whose fault was that? Thanks for springing that shit on me, by the way.”
He looks over his shoulder at me, grinning unrepentantly. “I knew you could handle him. I meant what I said about him being my best friend. I really do want you guys to get along with each other. I'm not asking you to make him your new BFF, but just try not to murder him, okay?”
I sigh, making myself sound really put out. “Fine, I'll try. But, Asher, I'm not making any promises.”
He laughs, nudging me to sit at the kitchen island as he riffles through the drawers before pulling out a dozen menus for various take-outs.
I eye the menus. “Oh, thank goodness. I can't be bothered to cook now. Not when we could just as easily be snuggled up with a glass of wine and a movie.”
“Sounds good to me. What are you in the mood for?”
I think about it before settling on Chinese. You just can't go wrong with Chinese food.
“Okay, Chinese it is,” he agrees when I hold up the menu in question.
“Anything in particular you want, or shall I just order a bunch of stuff?”
“Order a mix and I'll pick and choose. I'm going to jump in the shower while you do that. I'll be right back.”
I climb off the stool and make my way to the bedroom, stripping out of my shorts and tank top and climbing into the steaming hot shower. I don’t take long because Asher will come looking for me and then we'll never get out of here, and Asher’s right, I need to eat.
I finish up and dry off, opting for another pair of short shorts—these are black and say “spank me” across the ass in bright red lettering. I team that with a red tank top, forgoing the bra, and pull on long, black over-the-knee socks with a red stripe across the top.
Looking in the mirror, I smile as an idea comes to mind. I can't help myself. Teasing Asher is so much fun, and given the seriousness of his day job, I like to help loosen him up. We’ve been hot and heavy from the get-go, but we haven’t ventured into role-playing yet. Now seems as good a time as any.
Chewing on my lip, I braid each side of my hair and secure each one with a tie.
I look hot in a dirty kind of way, like a porn actress about to audition for Co-eds Gone Wild or something. Especially with my hard nipples clearly visible underneath my tank top.
“Red or white?” Asher calls from the sitting room.
Here goes nothing.
Instead of yelling my answer back, I stroll out to the living room. I’m almost to the island when he must sense me in the room. He turns as I reply.
“Red, please.”
He fumbles with the bottle when he gets a good look at me, almost spilling the wine all over the floor. I can’t help but laugh as I stand there, twirling the end of one of my braids innocently.
“Is something the matter?” I inquire sweetly
He doesn't respond. His eyes fill with lust and something else I can’t identify. Whatever it is heats my skin, covering my body in goosebumps at the thought of what's to come. Placing the bottle on the counter, he stalks toward me with the look of determination in his eyes that I'm becoming so familiar with. I back up when he doesn't slow down and end up with my back against the glass windows just as his hard, unyielding body presses into mine.
“You’ve been bad. That is an expensive bottle of wine, Skittle, and it was very nearly wasted because you came out here looking like sex and sin, making all the blood in my brain rush to my dick. I think you've earned yourself a spanking for that,” he warns.
Staying in my role, sensing he is beyond turned on at the change of play tonight, I dip my eyes submissively before answering. “I'm sorry, I'll be a good girl, I swear,” I promise him with a pout, still twirling my hair.
“I'm sure you will, Skittle, but you know the rules, bad girls have to get punished. Hmmm, what to do,” he muses, dragging his eyes over my body before stepping back. “Turn.”
I do as he orders and place my hands on the cool glass. It's pitch black outside, and I know with how high up we are that nobody can see me, but that doesn't take anything away from the illusion of being on display. Just the thought of someone being able to look in and see me has me quickly growing slick with need.
“These shorts are positively indecent, Skittle,” he tuts, running a finger over the edge of each cheek where they are visible under what little material there is.
“‘Spank me,’ huh?” He 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.