Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

Asher

I’m surprised by Brynn’s ability to rebound. It’s late. I’ve challenged her for fourteen hours. She has to be exhausted. I’ve worked her so hard today that she must be thinking she would have been better off keeping her actual jobs.

She doesn’t pass out on me like I expected. She lets me hold her in my arms while I get her to drink a bottle of water and nibble on peanut butter crackers.

I slide her dress back over her head, and she manages to walk on her own out of the club, where I have Charles waiting for us out front. She leans her head against my shoulder in the back seat of the car, our fingers threaded together on my thigh.

I know Charles is bemused even though he doesn’t say a word. He’s struggling to keep a straight face, and he glances at me every once in a while during the drive.

The penthouse is quiet when we arrive. I guide Brynn directly to her room, sit her on the bed, and remove the strappy silver heels before giving her a brief foot massage.

She moans softly as I rub her insoles. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Come.” I take her hand and lead her to the bathroom. I turn on the shower, pull her dress over her head, and secure her hair up with a scrunchy. “Take a hot shower, baby. I’ll find you a nightgown.”

“Uh, I don’t really have nightgowns, Sir. I usually wear a T-shirt. I haven’t even unpacked.”

I smile as I kiss her nose. Kissing her on the lips seems too intimate for now. The act would be inappropriate when there are no cameras on us, although that thought is ludicrous considering how many things we’ve done without cameras tonight.

“You don’t need to unpack, baby. I filled your closet and drawers with new clothes already. You’ll wear what I pick out from now on.”

She shudders, her breasts swaying, her nipples delicious hard points I want to suckle.

I lift a brow. “Are we clear, baby?”

She swallows. “Yes, Sir.”

“Shower and use the toilet. Don’t take too long.” I leave her even though I’d rather get in the shower and wash her myself. I won’t. There are strange lines I feel I shouldn’t cross. Kissing and showering together? Those are inappropriate. Spanking her naked bottom and fingering her to orgasm? Acceptable.

I run a hand through my hair as I select a nearly see-through nightie. It’s unnecessary. I could insist she sleep in the nude, but I won’t be in the bed with her. I think she’ll feel even sexier wearing lingerie.

I listen as the shower turns off, and the toilet flushes a few minutes later. That’s my cue to enter her bathroom. I never even shut the door all the way. I left it ajar.

She’s brushing her teeth when I rejoin her, and she glances at me in the mirror, rolling her eyes. After she rinses, she says, “I will have no privacy with you, will I?”

I shrug. “I let you shower and pee.”

“Was it hard for you?” Her sassy side makes my cock hard every time.

“Yes.” I hold up the nightie. “Arms up.” I lower it over her head.

She turns toward the mirror again. “This is over the top, Mr. Bennett. I bet it costs more than my rent.”

“Probably.” I take her hand and lead her into the bedroom, where I have set both of her suitcases on the bed, unopened.

She frowns when she sees them. “Should I unpack before I go to bed?”

“Nope. You don’t need to unpack ever. Whatever clothes you have inside those suitcases can stay there. You won’t need them. What you do need to do is open whichever case has your vibrators in it and give them to me.”

She gasps, eyes going wide. “You’re serious.”

“Deadly serious. You may not touch yourself without permission during our agreement. Not even with your fingers. Certainly not with anything battery-operated.” I hold out a hand.

She shuffles closer, her chest rising and falling heavily. “So bossy.” She opens the smaller suitcase, digs around, and pulls out a vibrator and a bullet before setting them in my open palm. “Happy?”

“Very.”

“You do realize you’ve ruined me. I probably don’t need fingers or a vibrator to come anymore. I bet I could do it just by closing my eyes and picturing myself on my knees in front of you while you make demands.”

I chuckle. “If that’s true, I suggest you not let yourself visualize such activities then. If I find out you’ve orgasmed without permission, I will put a camera in this room, take off the door, and enforce even stricter rules that don’t give you a moment of privacy.”

Her eyes go wide as she stares at me.

“Want to test me, baby?”

“No, Sir.”

The shudder that shakes her frame pleases me greatly. She thrives on my dominance. I’ve had her one day, pushed her to the limit, and she has submitted to me so thoroughly it’s mindboggling.

She glances at the open door. “Are we alone? Where do Georgia, Sebastian, and Charles go at night?”

“Yes, we’re alone. They have apartments one floor below.”

She visibly relaxes.

“You need to sleep in tomorrow. You’ve had a very long day. After breakfast, I’ll take you to my gym so you can work out for an hour, then you can start your homework. You can finish it after lunch.”

She purses her lips and probably has no idea she squeezes her thighs together, too. Her nipples are so damn hard it’s difficult for me to keep my hands to myself.

“I will let you have the bedroom door shut at night so no sounds in the house interrupt your sleep early in the morning, but I want it left open in the day. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I set her vibrators on the end of the bed, close her suitcase, and put both cases back in the closet .

She’s still standing where I left her, dumbfounded, when I return to pull the covers back.

“Climb in, baby.”

She doesn’t even bother to hide her pussy from my view as she crawls under the covers, and I take a moment to look down at her amazing body before I pull the blankets over her. “Sleep well, baby.” I lean over and kiss her forehead before grabbing the toys and leaving the room.

The moment her door snicks shut behind me, I feel lonely. Why on earth did I say I wouldn’t sleep with her?

It wasn’t really my idea, though. It was Brynn’s. She’s made it clear more than once that sex would make her feel like a paid whore. I do not ever want her to feel that way. I will, however, want her in my bed eventually. Sooner rather than later, preferably, which means I will begin “operation convince Brynn I do not see her as a whore” immediately.

What if I take the money back? I’ve already deposited it in her bank account. Two hundred thousand. She has no idea. It’s not like she’s had a chance to check so much as a text today. She won’t be bothered by her phone tonight either because I set her purse on the counter by the elevator before leading her to her bedroom.

I shuffle through the penthouse, heading in that direction. After finding her phone and silencing it, I turn off the lights and head for my room.

I’ve lived here for a long time. I’ve never had a guest sleep over—not in my bed or my guest room. Even though Brynn is in my home, I’ve never felt more alone. I want more of her.

I’m out of my mind. I need to rein in this obsession. She’ll be exhausted if I continue to dominate her the way I did today. She needs space and time to grow and accept what I’m offering. Rushing her will backfire on me.

My bedroom is usually a refuge. A place I can go where no one will bother me. My staff knows not to approach me when I’m in my haven. It’s my way of enforcing downtime.

Sometimes, I take my computer and do a little work in my sitting area, but often, I read, watch television, or listen to music. I have no interest in doing any of those things alone anymore.

Somehow, I will, though. For Brynn. I will keep my cock in my pants and leave this one barrier between us. No sex and no bringing her to my bed.

I take a shower, where I’m finally able to marginally relieve myself. It’s not enough. I could masturbate every hour, and it wouldn’t be enough, not when I already know how much better it would be to bury my cock in Brynn’s pussy. Or her mouth. If I’m a super lucky bastard, she’ll eventually let me take her ass. I bet she will love it, considering how incredibly submissive it would make her feel.

I’ve never met a woman who was so eager to please me. I’m also pumping my chest because I don’t think Brynn would react this way to just anyone. It’s me. She and I have a connection that transcends normal human interactions.

Her beautiful submission is mine .

I finish my shower, step out, and dry my body. I go through the motions of getting ready for bed, but even at this late hour, I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling, unable to settle.

When I close my eyes, all I picture is my girl on her knees. She pictures that, too. It’s a powerful position. I need to be careful. She won’t be able to focus on her schoolwork if I dominate her too hard.

I need to back off. I keep telling myself this. Though it will be difficult, I’ll try to live up to it.