Aslan’s Evening Read online

  “Hands on me the whole time. Don’t remove them for any reason. Understand?”

  Touching his legs, another thrill bubbled through her. “Yes Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Aslan’s entire world spun on those two words.

  No.

  That’s not right.

  Her entire world revolved around those two words.

  Damn.

  The revelation swirled inside her and she knew it was absolutely true.

  “We’ll start with the sushi,” he told her. “Pretty sure you’re going to be my main course tonight.” He leaned down and kissed her, holding her neck when she tried to pull away too quickly. He kissed her deep and held on tight, his thumb moving against the choker circling her throat. “You’re totally my fetish. I can’t get enough of you.”

  Aslan smiled against his lips. “You make me feel so beautiful.”

  “Not nearly as beautiful as you really are, but it’s a start.” He grabbed his glass of wine. “Care for a drink, my pretty slave?”

  That name gave her a tiny thrill. Not something she ever thought she’d like. She was wrong. “Would love some.”

  Instead of handing her the wine glass or putting it to her lips, he took a drink of it and then set the glass down. Leaning forward, he grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back.

  Her mouth opened on a groan.

  The hair pulling might have done it. Could have been the subservient position she was in. Or the costume. Or the dominant look on his face.

  Either way, he moved over her mouth and slowly let the wine trickle past his lips onto her tongue.

  The night had taken a turn into a direction she never expected.

  Luckiest.

  Girl.

  Ever.

  “Mmmm,” she sighed on her first swallow. On the second she fisted the material of his shorts against his thighs. Sexiest dinner date she’d ever sort of planned.

  “Something you like?” Zeke asked as he took a sip from his wine glass and set it down on the far edge of his placemat.

  “Very much so.” Aslan breathed in deep to say something else and paused. She stared at Zeke’s tented crotch and breathed in again. “I can smell my pussy juice and your cock.” Deep breath in. “Oh my gawd. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever smelled.”

  “Huh. Really? I’m shocked. Never thought of that when I was getting a taste of that sweet pussy earlier.” A smile lifted his lips as he gently pulled the hair of her ponytail through his fist a few times.

  “You mean you planned that? Fucking me earlier, just so I could smell myself on you while kneeling at your feet for dinner.”

  “When I tore your panties off I had every intention of fucking you until you came. Then I thought about having your juice on my cock and you kneeling before me. Horny. Smelling us. Hungry. Restless. That’s so much hotter than anything else I could think of.”

  Aslan bit her lip and closed her eyes for a second, breathing in deep. Moisture slid from her core, coating the lips of her now very bare pussy. “So hot.”

  Zeke’s breath whispered across her lips before he spoke. “Yes. You. Are.” He bit her bottom lip, licked the sting away and then was gone, leaving her more than a bit off balance again. “Sushi. I’m going to feed you sushi. Beneath me. I’m very much liking this ritual. Definitely not going to be the only time we do this. And you in costume while we’re doing it? Fuck. So putting that on the schedule.” Zeke grabbed his set of chopsticks and picked up a piece of sushi, dipping it in the teriyaki soy sauce she’d picked up from the Asian market a few blocks over. “Open.”

  The way he said it, the hint of strength in his voice was exactly the way he said it when he was about to feed her his cock.

  No idea if he was thinking about the same thing but his cock jumped beneath his shorts. Might have had something to do with the tiny circles she drew on his leg, moving higher and higher along his thigh. Wonder if that’s okay? She thought about asking him but instead she lifted her lids to stare up at him and opened her mouth.

  “So fucking sexy, doing what I say.” He placed the sushi on her tongue and she moaned for an entirely different reason.

  “Mmm.” The zing of soy sauce made her happy and the flavors of the seaweed, sticky rice and shrimp blossomed through her senses.

  Zeke chose another piece, dipped it in soy sauce and ate it. “Damn. Good sushi. You never fail to amaze me. Is there anything you can’t do?”

  Aslan swallowed. “Contact sports. Not my thing. Unless it’s a contact sport with you. That, I’d be all over.”

  “Dually noted,” Zeke replied with a chuckle. He lifted another piece of sushi, dipped in the second kind of sweet and sour sauce she’d picked up and offered it to her. He raised his eyebrow.

  Talk. About. Sexy.

  Aslan opened her mouth but before Zeke moved closer, a drop of sweet and sour sauce dripped onto her chin and then one of her boobs mighty close to her cleavage. Before she could move to wipe it off, Zeke placed his free hand over one of hers still on his thigh. “No moving those hands if you want that ass to say hand print free.”

  Chewing her sushi, she had the hardest time not wiping the sticky sauce from her chin. “But I like your hand print on my ass.”

  “Even if it’s because you did something wrong?”

  “Ugh. That makes it sound an awful lot like punishment.”

  “Exactly like punishment.”

  “Meh. Then no thank you. I’ll just sit here. And not do anything. About the sauce. On my chin.” One of her eyes started twitching.

  Zeke chuckled and ate another bite. “If that was cum on your chin, you wouldn’t have any trouble with it.”

  “Are you joking? If your cum was on my chin I’d be devastated I couldn’t lick it up immediately. Best. Flavor. Ever.”

  Zeke stared at her. “I think you actually mean that.” He seemed a little shocked.

  “Of course I do.” She stared at his crotch, rubbing more circles on his skin as his cock jerked. “I love your cum. It’s dirty, and sexy, and mine.” Her gaze lifted back to his. “I thought you knew that, with what you said when we were getting plants last weekend. I love that no one else gets it. Love that it’s mine and mine alone. I’m incredibly possessive of it. It’s my favorite treat.”

  A growl slipped free as his fingers slid into her hair and he tugged her head back. “Fuck, I love you being possessive of my cum.” He licked the sauce off her chin. “Mmm. Sweet.” He licked it off her boob and out of her cleavage too. “Delicious.” He moved one of the cups of her costume to the side and swiped his tongue across her nipple, making her gasp. “Juicy. And the sauce was nice too.” Sitting back up, he didn’t release her hair. Instead, he lifted his glass of wine and took another sip.

  Leaning over her, he released the wine past her open lips and she lapped it up. A couple drops escaped and he licked those up too. Twice more he did that.

  The wine went straight to her girly bits, making her more than ready to be done with dinner so they could move onto more naked activities she had planned.

  “Are you full?” Zeke asked with his hands still in her hair as he stared down at her.

  “Of sushi? Yes. Of you? So. Hungry,” she whispered. Her nails dug into the flesh of his thighs and it was all she could do not to grab for his fly to sate her thirst for something only he could give her.

  “Go into the master bath. Take the cushion with you. Kneel beside the tub. Don’t remove anything until I get there.”

  “What about the…”

  His raised eyebrow stopped her in her tracks. “I’ll take care of all of this. Bathroom. Kneeling. I’m very much liking you on your knees tonight. My little slave girl. I could very much get used to this.”

  “But you’re doing all the work. That’s not what I had in mind.”

  “I’m taking care of you. You’re mine to protect, possess, pamper. Mine. Don’t argue.”

  Aslan closed her mouth and pursed her lips at him. />
  He kissed them and then helped her to her feet.

  She grabbed the cushion and a thrill ran through her as Zeke stared at her walking away.

  The entire night was planned out to a T. But somehow it was all different now.

  Who knew the evening would progress into something where surprises lay around every corner?

  Aslan stepped into their bedroom, giddy about what would come next.

  Emphasis on come.

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  Aslan’s abdomen contracted as Zeke crossed the threshold into the bathroom.

  Silent praise filled his gaze as he stared at her kneeling beside the garden claw-footed tub that was tucked into a special alcove on one side of their spacious bathroom. Stepping in front of her, he offered his hand to help her up. “Such a good girl.”

  Warmth flooded her.

  On the day she took her last breath she hoped those two words still filled her with as much joy and love and wonder as they did the first time he uttered them to her.

  “I almost hate to take off your costume. Sexiest slave ever.” He pulled one of the arm bands off and set to work on the second one.

  “It kind of started as a funny thing but when I put it on it really did it for me. Definitely made me feel sexy.”

  “As it should have. ‘Cause I’ve had wood since I walked in the kitchen.”

  “Mmm. Can’t wait to help take care of that for you.”

  “I’ll make sure you don’t miss your chance.” Zeke unhooked her bra and pulled it from her arms, then pushed her skirt from her hips, leaving her deliciously bare before him. Reaching around her, she thought he was reaching up to pull the band from her hair. Instead he removed the choker around her throat.

  A growl filled the silence along with one of his lips curling up. Distaste maybe.

  Aslan bowed her head a bit, trying not to feel hurt.

  Did he hate it? The concept or everything about it? Would he ever want to put a collar on her? Just in private or in public too? Would she ever get to have that piece of magic?

  Trying to push the panic down and bury the hurt, she took a silent deep breath and then another. Burying something. Kettle. Black.

  Her honey-blonde hair fluttered across her back when he tugged the ponytail free.

  His tented shorts brushed against her as he gathered her things. He carried all of her things and set them on the bathroom counter. That simple gesture helped settle her. He wanted her. Needed her. That was enough. For now.

  He grabbed a clip and handed it to her. “Hair up while I start the bath. I’m going to bathe you. Would hate for you to be dirty before I make you even dirtier.” His hand slid across the flesh of her ass as he moved to the tub.

  She stepped next to him just to be close. “Aren’t you going to get in with me? This was all supposed to be for you, you know.”

  Zeke stood up and gathered her close as water filled the tub. “Our pleasure. Don’t you forget it. And no I’m not. If I get in that tub with you then I’m going to fuck you until I’m sated.”

  “Sounds good to me,” she mumbled as she lay her cheek on his chest.

  He playfully smacked her ass, making her eep. “You’ll be well and truly taken care of by the end of the night. Emphasis on the taken part. As will I. But I do love a bit of anticipation. Don’t you?”

  Aslan moved her head so she could stare up at him. “I do. Especially from you. Only one thing I love more.”

  “And what’s that you dirty girl?”

  She smiled. “Cock.” And she enunciated the work giving it two syllables.

  Zeke chuckled. “Love being what you crave.”

  “I never knew I could crave something like I need you. It’s disconcerting sometimes. But it makes me happy and you happy so I decided to stop fighting it. I am what I am and I’m not settling for less anymore.”

  “And what are you?” His dark blue eyes bored into hers as he waited for her answer.

  “Yours.” That word wasn’t what she’d originally been thinking but it was so much the truth she couldn’t help but give it voice.

  “Yes you are,” Zeke agreed. “More every day, if that’s at all possible.” He palmed her ass one more time and then pulled away to turn off the water. He tested the water one last time and nodded. “Perfect. In you go. Get comfy and I’ll grab a washrag to take care of those dirty bits.”

  Aslan stepped into the tub and slowly sank into the steamy water.

  Warmth and relaxation filled her quickly, sapping her resolve to hurry the bath along to get to more interesting activities. Her head was already leaned against the edge by the time Zeke walked back over.

  Siiigghhhh.

  “Feel good?” Zeke knelt beside her, dipping the wash cloth in the water beside her waist.

  “Divine.”

  Zeke lifted one of her arms off the side of the tub, dipping the washcloth in the water. He cradled her hand with one of his and washed her with the other. Warm water and a soft touch drifted along her shoulder, her biceps, the sensitive inner crease of her elbow, her forearm, wrist, fingers, and palm. After he was satisfied with the job he did, he laid her arm back on the side of the tub and repeated the process on the other arm. Then her neck, her breasts, stomach, hips and then one of her legs which he lifted out of the water to clean. Everything but where she really wanted him.

  “What about the bits in the middle?” she wondered out loud.

  “I’ll be using my tongue for those parts. Don’t want anything abrasive on something so tender.” He lowered her first leg and lifted her second leg out of the water and hooked it on the edge of the tub.

  Aslan tried to speak but couldn’t. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “I love watching you. You’re so intense. No matter what you’re doing you concentrate so hard. It’s sexy.”

  “Other people have told me I look scary.”

  “Other people are jealous assholes who want what they can’t have or they’re too lame to know something so amazing is standing before them.”

  He finished washing her second foot and lowered it back into the water. Instead of continuing, he rested his elbows on the side of the tub, staring at the rippling surface below him. His gaze was somewhere on her knees, she thought, but was more certain his mind was far away. That something he still kept hidden was there. Right there but still out of reach.

  Moving her hand an inch or so, she touched his elbow. “You okay?”

  He nodded and then turned his broody blues toward her. “You make me believe in the impossible.”

  Aslan opened her mouth to ask what he meant but he stood and wrung the washcloth out before pulling the stopper on the tub.

  His smile disarmed her as he offered his hand to pull her to stand.

  Not because it was any kind of guarded but because it wasn’t.

  His demeanor was genuine, affection crystal clear.

  He gave her everything he had to give she thought, but those moments of doubt were still there. She wanted to ask him so badly but the mere fear of him dismissing her questions again left her feeling raw. He’d brushed her questions aside for months. Ever since they’d started their adventure into kink.

  Another night, she promised herself as she stepped out of the bath. Another night.

  Amazing how brave she could be with her body now and how fearful she could still be when it came to her heart.

  Zeke wrapped her in a big towel and held her close.

  Maybe he realized she needed the reassurance.

  Maybe he needed it himself. She hoped it was both.

  Holding the edges of the towel, she opened her arms to wrap them around her husband. Getting him wet didn’t matter. Pulling her closer, they held each other, breathed together.

  A sigh slipped out of Aslan’s chest and she remembered how far they’d come. They weren’t there yet but they’d get there.

  Nothing was more important.

  “I’m going to touch you. I need it,” Zeke commanded.

  Aslan smiled and look
ed up at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  “Ask?” He lifted one of his brows and grinned down at her. “Let me have your wet towel.” He took it from her and lifted her chin. “On the bed. Sideways. Head toward the edge. Lay on your stomach. And don’t you dare but me. I’m touching you. I need my hands on you. All over you. Then I’ll let you play. Maybe.”

  She closed her mouth and tried not to giggle since he knew she had a but ready for him. Her evening sure wasn’t turning out the way she planned it. And his brooding was back, and she more than kind of liked it.

  “On the bed. I’ll be there in just a second. Just need to grab something first.”

  “Okay, Daddy.” Yes, she was naked but she most definitely still wore her sassy pants.

  A growl trailed after her as she walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile.

  Up on the bed, she turned around so her head was on the edge as she laid on her stomach. It didn’t take her long to relax against the down comforter beneath her. Her skin was still warm from the bath and her husband. The coolness of the covers seeped into her skin, relaxing her further.

  “You didn’t fall asleep yet did you?” Zeke asked as he moved closer.

  “Nuhuh,” Aslan answered, wondering if she’d actually done just that for a few seconds.

  “Good. I have plans for you.” Instead of stopping in front of her like she expected, Zeke climbed on the bed on top of her.

  Her eyes flew open as his knees settled beside her arms and his ass hovered close to her back. “What are you doing?”

  “Spread your legs.”

  Definitely. Not. An. Answer.

  Aslan took a deep-ish breath and spread her legs. Her heart hammered in her chest as cold lube on warm fingers slid along the crack of her ass.

  She bit her lip as he ringed her ass.

  At first his touch was light and teasing but it quickly grew hard and insistent.

  “Relax. I want in,” he confessed.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy.” Aslan closed her eyes again, giving into the sensations and his command. His finger slid into her ass, making her moan. She was thankful he’d trapped her hands or she might have taken horny matters into her own hands.