Page 167 of Lau Ahi
“As thorough as our research was this didn’t come up as you being a suspect so good job on the clean-up. But that’s not what I mean when I said we had to get back to it. You lied.”
Asha’s eyes bulged indignantly her offense at being doubted greater than the truth of her being a murderess. “I did not. I told you about what happened. I didn’t lie.”
“You did.”
“When?”
“I asked you specifically about thefirstperson you’d ever murdered. I knewPiece of Shit McGrabbyhands we just baggedout of here wasn’t the first. If it were, you wouldn’t have been able to be as… detached about his death. The same way you are in the retelling of the story. So who was the first?”
Her eyes fluttered slightly before they narrowed. Not in anger but in that always assessing way that she seemed to have when she was around me. As though everything I did needed to be scrutinized for veracity. And fuck if I didn’t like that about her even more.
“There’s a myriad of things I’d like to talk about. But I’d rather stop talking and move onto the action portion of tonight.” She swept her long ebony curls from her face and allowed it to tumble over her shoulder. I’d never been a man to obsess over a woman’s hair before but there was something about Asha’s that was… enchanting. The way she used it to display different sides of her personality intrigued me. Like now, with it in its natural state, it showed vulnerability. Even more than me being in her home and her only wearing this robe. She didn’t bother with putting it in an intricate style or trying to style it perfectly. It was raw and vulnerable exactly how she was.
“Murder wasn’t enough to get your blood pumping?”
“Pumping, yes. But I’m not sated.” The robe that had been tied tightly around her waist now whispered down her body exposing her entire frame to my hungry eyes. I’d never seen her this way. Our one time having been with her body still shielded by the dress she’d worn to play in. Our other trysts she’d been clothed with only parts of her bared to me. But now I could see every part of her and my desire for her truth was no longer top of mind. That had been a mercy from the gods because had I seen this amount of perfection before she slid down on my dick, I’d have nutted even faster than I had.
“What are you doing?”
She sauntered toward me, her hips moving in a rhythm that wasn’t exaggerated but had a hypnotizing effect as if she weretrying to convince me to act. If only she knew I didn’t need any persuading, I was on whatever she was.
“Do you not hate men?”
“I find one particularly useful. And besides, if I’m going to be stuck with you I might as well enjoy the ride.” Her hands trailed over my chest and I wished it was bare so I could feel her on me.
“That doesn’t sound like the greatest ego stroke my dick has ever had.”
“If I look like this and you still need to be stroked after getting the green light, you might have an issue that needs to be discussed with your doctor.”
“Funny.”
She stood in front of me gloriously unbothered and I could see the desire in her features. “Can I find my relief in you or do I need you to find me another—”
My hands went to her neck and I bent down, the anger at what she was going to say overwhelming me.
“Don’t play with a man’s life that way.”
The smile she gave me made it clear this was the response she wanted me to have. “I was going to say another victim to harm but it’s good to see that yes you do desire me. So, do I have your consent?”
“I told you I was yours. Free use, consent is always there for you, Mistress.” I kept my hand on her neck briefly licking the spot that piece of shit had kissed, hoping to erase the memory of him. Even if it were momentary.
Asha’s nostrils flared desire pooling in her eyes as her hands continued to explore my form, stopping at my waistband. “I’m special.”
“Yes. One day you’ll truly understand how special you are.” The truth she wanted without her having to ask. That one was free no need to barter for it.
“I want to taste you.”
“I didn’t think my honesty would be rewarded.”
“Not a reward. My desire.”
“You want power over me in every way? To make me yield in your mouth the same way I do in your pussy?” She only smiled deviously as she lowered herself to her knees. My shorts were pulled down my hips and my knees near buckling at how she let my dick bounce against her face. The look of delight only made the tip leak as she licked it clean.
She didn’t hesitate, although she looked disappointed that the piercings weren’t there.
She stared into my eyes and like a savant with her instrument she strummed him to perfection making him sing sweetly for her. Every stroke was in key forcing my eyes to close when I felt the back of her throat without restriction. The force and the pressure were exquisite torture barreling me toward the crescendo far faster than I desired. I kept my hands to myself fists balled at my sides, while my mistress liberated my soul from the confines of my flesh. Without hesitation, she drank in every note hungrily until the last was consumed executing the tempo to perfection.
My chest heaved as I watched her pupils widen. Her nails continued to scrape along my thighs heightening the release that had every muscle in my body tense for so long then languid after she plied her expertise. When she licked her lips there was no longer a way for me to calm my desire. I lifted her off her knees and into my arms. But the desire that had been burning so hot was immediately doused.
