Aslan’s Evening Read online

  Aslan nibbled at her bottom lip and stared at the cock in her hand. She leaned forward and licked another drop of pre-cum for the tip of the head. “I love that you see all that. Love that you tell me all that. And love that you let me play sometimes before you take over. And how when we’re together, no matter the situation or who’s around, it’s always about us. Just us. You make me feel so special. All the time. But one thing you got wrong.” Swirling her tongue around the sensitive edges of the head, she rubbed the sensitive spot beneath again.

  “Fuck. So good. And what part did I have wrong?”

  “You said I use them because it’s what I want. I don’t want to. I need to. Touching you, swallowing you, pleasuring you it’s all something I need. It’s not something I do to make you happy. Well…” She licked him again. “Not just to make you happy. It’s to make me happy, too. I love seeing you happy. Love that heightened moment before you come. The pause before you fill my mouth or pussy or ass. It’s like the end of forever is about to happen and somehow only the beginning. It’s magic.”

  “Mmmm,” he groaned again as she sucked him fully into her mouth and pulled free again. “Your mouth. That’s what’s magic.”

  She bobbed her head, reveling in his salty flavor. To the back of her throat she sucked him and hummed.

  “Fuck it’s not going to take me long to come.” He moved his leg and pressed the brake pedal, flipping on his blinker. “But I have a question first.” He turned to the right, signaling they were only a few blocks from home.

  Aslan wanted her treat before they got there so she sped up. “A question?”

  “Fuck. Yes.” His hand pushed into her hair and he grabbed a handful of it, slowing her down.

  Talk about making her pussy wet when he took control like that.

  Such a simple gesture and oh so very effective.

  “You said you were pretty certain you knew what you want your next fantasy to be. What’s the fantasy?”

  She bobbed several more times and then he pulled her off. Sucking in a sharp breath, she licked her lips so she didn’t miss any of his delicious pre-cum. “An evening. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Next week. Whenever you want. But I want an evening when I can serve you.”

  His cock pulsed in her hand and she gripped it a tiny bit tighter. “Serve me how?”

  “Serve you dinner. Bathe you. Blow you. Maybe even a massage with a happy ending. And sex. Lots and lots of sex. An evening that I can do and be exactly what you want. Anything. For a whole evening. That’s what I want. Because the thought of serving you like that totally makes me wet.”

  His devious chuckle told her he was already quite on board with the plan.

  “A whole evening of nothing but what I want to do, eat, play with. I could most definitely roll around with that fantasy. But it sounds like it should be my fantasy, not yours.”

  Aslan shook her head and licked his shaft again. “Mine. I love being what you need, what you crave. So wet just thinking about it the past couple hours.”

  Releasing her hair, he cupped her sex between her legs and rubbed tight circles around the opening of her pussy. “It’s a date. I can already feel the heat pouring off of you.”

  “Now can I have my treat, Daddy?”

  “Oh, fuck. There is nothing dirtier than you calling me Daddy and asking for my cum. Fuck. Take it. No way I can keep it any longer after that.”

  Aslan didn’t need to be told again. She scooted forward a tiny bit and dove on his cock. Deep throating him turned her on something fierce. Three bobs of her head and his balls sucked up tight again.

  His hand in her hair gripped hard.

  Once more down and up.

  Down and—

  His grip stopped her and held her still.

  The pause, she thought.

  She wanted to beg for it, to plead with him to give her his cum because she so desperately needed it to coat her tongue and throat. But he didn’t make her beg.

  Instead, he groaned long and low.

  Cum pumped onto her tongue and she swallowed it.

  His hand relaxed a fraction of a bit, allowing her to slowly move down and pull back up as he came again and again.

  The taste?

  Divine.

  The grip on her hair?

  Decadent.

  Feeling cherished while her husband came in her mouth while driving down the road shouldn’t probably have been a thing but it most definitely was.

  Desired.

  Seductive.

  Delicious.

  Sexy.

  All of those things and more swirled in her head as his hand relaxed and she pulled free, taking the last of his cum with her. She licked his cock one more time and then looked up. His head was relaxed on his headrest and he didn’t even have his feet on the pedals.

  Looking around real quick told her they’d actually gotten home at some point and he was parked in their garage with the door already closed behind them.

  “Didn’t know we got here, did you?”

  “Nope.” Aslan undid her seatbelt and sat up, stretching the kinks out from leaning over for a while.

  “You distracted, unaware of your surroundings, is so hot.”

  Aslan licked her fingers, already thinking about how to step things up a notch for her next fantasy. She definitely had a few ideas. Smiling as she grabbed her purse and opened the door she responded, “Ditto.”

  2

  “You’re shitting me,” Zeke mumbled behind her a few feet.

  Her lips lifted into a smile before she’d even turned to face him. The hair in her ponytail moved with her, landing over her shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to be home for another half hour.”

  Zeke set his stuff down without taking his gaze from her.

  Well. Her body, specifically.

  He stepped closer and she held her sticky hands to the side so he could take in her amazing outfit for the evening. The skin at one wrist and her opposite arm pulled at the bronze bands circling her arms. The metallic choker she wore felt a lot like a collar. She was not opposed to the feel.

  Not.

  At.

  All.

  “Turn around,” he growled as he stopped a couple feet from her.

  She did as he asked and faced him again. “You like?”

  “You’re shitting me right? Every guy worth his man card has some kind of Princess Leia fantasy. And now you’re standing here in a Princess Leia costume. Just fuck.”

  Aslan smiled so big she thought her cheeks might stick like that for the rest of her life. Would be fine by her, if the look on her husband’s face were any indication she’d made the right choice on attire. Slutty slave Princess Leia. She’d hoped she’d chosen wisely. “I knew you loved the movies but we’d never really discussed adolescent fantasies. Figured this was a safe bet.”

  “Hell yes. Total wet dream material. Fuck. Turn around again. Slowly this time.”

  A little bit of heat crept into Aslan’s cheeks as she did another slow pirouette next to the island in their kitchen. Unhurriedly she twisted around to show exactly what she had in mind for this fantasy of hers.

  “Wow. That’s really all I can say. You’ve successfully scrambled my brain and the night hasn’t even started yet.”

  “Not just any night. A fantasy night.”

  “Mmm. My favorite kind. Is that—sushi you’re making?”

  Aslan didn’t plan on playing fair. She was going to pull out all the stops. “Mmhmm. This batch is shrimp tempura and I’ve already made spicy eel. Thought it was going to come out a hot mess but I think they’re going to be awesome. I ran down to Tokyo Harbor this afternoon and asked if they’d give me some tips and tricks. Super helpful. See?” She rolled the next line of sushi with her little mat, getting her hands even stickier with rice. Yes, she should have prepped with salt water first but she sort of forgot that part. Unrolling the mat, she turned the line of sushi around before she cut it. “Epic, right?”

  “Beyond. And I’m starved. Hated h
aving to work on another Saturday but we’re so close to getting the sign off on this boat I can taste it.”

  “Me too. Love seeing all the finish orders come across my desk to file. It’s getting real. Always love this part of the job.”

  “Which part?” Zeke grabbed a beer out of the fridge and popped the top with his wedding ring before taking a drink.

  Aslan raised her eyebrows at him and melted just a little. “I love it when you do manly stuff like that.”

  “You do, huh?” Zeke took another pull of the bitter liquid and stepped closer. “I’m not certain if I knew that. You might have to tell me a few more times for it to really sink in.” His lips against hers tasted like the dark brew he’d opened and the heady taste went straight to her clit.

  “Mmhmm.”

  “And which part?”

  “Which part of what?” Aslan blinked a couple times, trying to clear her head but not having any luck. He was so delicious she couldn’t think straight.

  “Love which part of the job?” His smug smile made him look even sexier.

  “Oh. All of the finishing touches. The neon in the bars. The marble on the floors in the shopping center. The poker tables and the chefs setting the menu. Love each detail.”

  “It’s what makes you so good at this.”

  “What?”

  “You still love it as much on this ship as you did on our first.”

  Aslan nodded and closed her eyes, reminiscing for a minute as she remembered their first boat a few years ago. “Agreed. If I ever don’t love it as much, we’ll know we’re doing something so very wrong.”

  “Agreed.” One more kiss and Zeke took a step back. “I have time to shower before we eat?”

  “Yep, as long as you make it a quick one. This will be done in just a few minutes and I’ll be ready to plate it up.”

  Reaching between his shoulder blades he yanked his shirt off over his head.

  Talk. About. Chiseled.

  “I’ll be back in five then.” One more kiss, he grabbed his beer and was gone.

  A shiver of excitement raced up Aslan’s back, making her head tingle. “So yummy.”

  “I can hear you,” Zeke informed her.

  “That was why I said it loudly,” Aslan countered with a laugh.

  A few minutes later she had everything set out on the dining table for two and ready to be served. Both kinds of sushi were plated to perfection, along with two kinds of dipping sauces.

  “Hey, Zeke do you want another beer or a glass of wine or something else?” Grabbing wine glasses down she opened the fridge door and took out a bottle of white she’d been saving for a special occasion.

  Dressed up like Princess Leia, about to serve sushi totally seemed special to her.

  Her husband stepped around the corner with bare feet wearing a clean T-shirt and cargo shorts.

  “So very yummy,” Aslan mumbled.

  “I actually wondered if I needed to put something else on. Something that matched the theme of tonight a bit better.”

  “Tonight is all about your pleasure and comfort and dirty sex. I’d say, if anything, you’ve overdressed.”

  “You are so my perfect woman,” he confessed as he took the wine out of her hand to finish opening it.

  She glared a bit at the wine bottle. “This is all about serving you tonight.”

  “No, it isn’t. It’s about pleasure and what I want, correct?”

  “Isn’t that the same thing?”

  “Not even close. So since I’m right about it being what I want—”

  Aslan rolled her eyes.

  “Eye rolling? Oh, someone’s going to have a rosy ass by the end of the night.”

  “Mmm. Yes, please.”

  “Back to me being right.” Zeke popped the cork and poured one glass of wine and then the second. “This is all about what I want, and I want to pour our wine. Because taking care of you, and making you a little slutty gives me a lot of pleasure, I assure you.” He handed over her glass of wine before corking the bottle again and setting it on the counter.

  “A little slutty? Me?”

  “Most definitely. And I’m not certain if I should tell you this but—” He looked around as if to see if anyone else was listening. “I plan to take advantage of you later. Dirty kinds of advantage. Hope you’re ready for that.”

  “Oh…so…ready for that.”

  “Good.” He licked a drop of wine off his bottom lip and Aslan’s temperature jumped a couple degrees.

  “So. You hungry?” she asked without taking her eyes off his slick mouth.

  “Famished.” Her gaze lifted to his but his eyes were most definitely glued to her other assets.

  “I have sushi on the table.”

  Zeke took a step closer, running his thumb along the material at her hip and around to her back. He pulled her a tiny bit closer and her heart thudded in her chest. His eyes darkened and the muscles at his jaw worked. “Put your hands on the counter.”

  A pregnant pause expanded between them before she spoke. “Yes Sir,” she whispered.

  She turned in the cage of his body, placing her palms flat on the top surface of the cold granite.

  He inched the coppery fabric of her costume up her legs.

  Fuck.

  Over her shoulder she watched his face. Intense, dark, perfect.

  The material cleared her ass revealing the tiny thong she had on.

  A growl rumbled behind her, making her shiver. “You have a thong covering my holes.”

  “Uhh…yes I do. It matched the whole sparkly theme and I thought—”

  The ripping of fabric sucked whatever else she planned to say right out of her head. With two tugs of his fists, he rendered her panties scraps. He pulled the material from between her legs and put them in the pocket of his shorts.

  “You tore my thong off.”

  “Mmhmm.” The button and zipper on his shorts were released before he’d even finished with the second syllable of the word. He took a step back, pulling her hips with him. Spitting into his hand, he covered the crown of his cock to wet the tip.

  “Fuck, I love it when you do that,” Aslan whispered.

  “You do?” He lined up the head of his shaft to the entrance of her pussy. “I didn’t know.” His gaze flipped up to meet hers over her shoulder as he pushed inside.

  Aslan’s eyelids closed with pleasure and she faced forward again for fear of falling over.

  Her husband knocked her off balance in so many more ways than one.

  Thrusting inside he didn’t stop until his balls brushed against her body. “Somebody is mighty wet.”

  “Yes, I am. You turn me on with just a glance. A simple look and I’m ready to come for you. You inside me turns me to a pile of mush.” Unable to hold herself straight any longer she bent her arms, planting the lengths of her lower arms on the granite before her.

  In and out he moved, holding onto her hip or her shoulder to pull her even closer to him as he fucked her hard. Harder.

  Fucking.

  That wasn’t right.

  He made love to her even then.

  Slow. Deep. Hard. Shallow. So sexy.

  In and out he moved, sliding along the walls of her sex as her pussy pulled at him to fill her again.

  “Your pussy is so tight, so hot. I could fuck you all night.”

  Before she could say anything back, he pushed in deep once more. Gripping her so hard she’d wear his marks for hours afterward. He throbbed inside her as if he were close to coming, then after one deep breath he pulled out.

  He righted the material of her skirt and helped her stand.

  Tucking his cock back into his shorts, he zipped them up and fastened the button.

  “But…” Aslan started. She bit her lip, knowing he still held back. Even after all this time, he still kept something hidden away. Fleeting glances of it were all she caught on rare occasions. She wondered if she really wanted to know what it was.

  He lifted her chin and kissed her li
ps. “I just needed a taste so I didn’t rip the rest of your costume off before dinner.”

  Aslan smiled. “Was that a possibility?”

  Zeke’s jaw worked for a couple seconds and he glanced at her throat. “Still is.”

  Warmth from all the right places spread throughout Aslan’s body. The top of her head tingled and she curled her toes against the little sandals she wore.

  He looked over at the table. “Will you grab the wine, beautiful? Put it back in the fridge?”

  “Of course.”

  A possessive hand slid across her backside as he walked around her but he walked toward the living room.

  “Did you want to eat in there tonight?” she asked.

  “No.” But he didn’t offer any more explanation.

  After putting the wine bottle up, she grabbed the two wine glasses and stepped around the island toward the dining room table where she had everything ready for their sushi evening.

  “Put your place setting up. You won’t be needing it,” Zeke called from the other room. Again no explanation.

  It was hot. Him telling her to do something and expecting her to follow his command. Autocratic didn’t even begin to touch it but talk about sexy.

  She put one of the place settings up and as she put the placemat away he walked back in with a deep red slim cushion from one of the dark wicker sets from their front sitting room.

  His gaze stayed on her as he moved toward the table and took his seat at the head of their table. Turning his chair a tiny bit, he set the cushion on the floor at his feet between his open legs.

  “Are you ready for me to plate your dinner?”

  He held his hand out to her, ensnaring her gaze. “No. Kneel.”

  Aslan’s heartbeat dropped to her pussy which still ached from the phantom penetration of him between her legs a few minutes earlier. She nibbled her bottom lip and closed the distance between him. After slipping off her sandals, she took his hand and he tugged her a tiny bit closer. He helped her kneel on the cushion below her.