Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

Asher

This is not going at all like I expected. Hell, I didn’t plan any of this until about eight hours ago. Suddenly, I have this unbelievably pleasing young woman in my home. And she’s surpassing my expectations.

I have no doubt she’s completely unaware of the meaning of the term BDSM, but I do know she’s more submissive than I thought. I make her squirm. She responds to me so fucking delightfully that my cock has been hard since she stepped into the penthouse.

Nothing gets by me. She can’t hide the way she shivers when I make demands. Nor do I miss the way she squeezes her thighs together or how her nipples pucker.

I hate what she’s wearing. I’m sure I’ll hate everything she brought with her, but it doesn’t matter. She’ll only wear what I tell her to from now on. I gave a rough guess of her sizes to Orlando and Prism, so I hope they brought at least the basics so we can get by until more clothes arrive.

The loose, ill-fitting, bedraggled jeans, shapeless T-shirt, and scruffy tennis shoes must go. After lunch, she’ll meet with Stacia, who will give her a makeover from head to toe.

I have a suspicion she is going to balk every step of the way, but I’m equally certain I will enjoy her gasps and shocked, wide eyes. I’m ridiculously enamored with her.

I really should turn her over to Orlando and Prism and leave them be, but I won’t. I can’t . I’m unwilling to leave any room Brynn is occupying. I even stood next to her, pretending to be engrossed in my phone while she sucked that smoothie.

I wanted to toss the damn thing out of the way and tell her to wrap those fucking sexy lips around my cock. Madness. I told her this was a business arrangement. I knew that wasn’t likely to stick even as I said it, but as soon as she entered my penthouse, I knew I was in over my head with this girl.

She’s bright, sassy, pure, innocent, gorgeous, intelligent, and…mine.

I know she’s shocked after I introduce her to Orlando and Prism and lead them all through the penthouse and into my bedroom, not stopping until we’re all in my enormous walk-in closet.

She gasps. Her mouth opens as if she wants to comment, but she closes it a second later. She’s probably embarrassed to say anything in front of my stylists. She’s about to be even more embarrassed. And I’m so looking forward to every moment of this.

Orlando is carrying several things in his hands. Charles has rushed in and hung three garment bags on an empty rod. My closet is so large it’s not even half full, and we can all fit in here comfortably.

Brynn looks like she’d rather have a tooth extraction, and I adore the way everything shocks her and makes her uncomfortable. Maybe I’m more sadistic than I thought. She brings something out of me I hadn’t known existed.

There are two armchairs in my closet, and I lower into one near the windows.

Orlando sets down the giant bag he’s been carrying and proceeds to open a dais in the middle of the room.

Brynn rubs her fingers together. She looks like she might faint.

I take pity on her and lift a hand to wave her toward me while they get set up. “Come.” She responds so delightfully to that word I’ll never stop saying it.

She shuffles toward me.

I reach out and take her hand to pull her closer until she’s between my legs, looking down at me. I know it gives her a tiny bit of power for me to be seated while she’s standing. It’s the best I can do to ease her nerves.

I set my hands on her hips, resisting the urge to pull her all the way onto my lap. I want to kiss her. I want to tear these clothes off and kiss every inch of her. I know I’m going to have the most painful hard-on I’ve ever had in a few minutes. I’ll have to sit very still and keep my legs crossed for this performance.

“You really don’t need to go to all this trouble,” she murmurs.

“Yes, I really do. If people are to believe you’re my girlfriend, you need to look like you belong in my world. It needs to be obvious that I lavish you with the finest things. Clothes, jewelry, shoes, hair, nails—the works.”

She’s breathing heavily, and I swear I can smell her arousal. I affect her, especially having pulled her this close to me. It’s the first time I’ve had my hands on her like this. I could get used to this. I need to be very careful.

“Who do all these people think I am to you?” she whispers.

I know who she means—everyone who is currently in my home. “First of all, they know it’s none of their business. They would never ask questions. They would never judge. And they would never speak a word of what they see in my home.”

Her breath hitches. She’s wondering what exactly they might see. I’m going to make her head spin.

When I first made this proposal in the middle of the night, I had no idea how submissive she would be. I doubt she did, either. I would have been fine with my originally concocted arrangement of helping her with her finances in exchange for being my arm candy. But the moment she stepped inside my penthouse, I knew there was more. So much more.

“I know you just got here, but this is important. I warned you there would be rules and expectations. I expect you to be polite, helpful, and courteous to Orlando and Prism.” I speak softly but loud enough that both stylists can easily hear me in the quiet of the room.

This causes Brynn’s cheeks to turn bright pink. She licks her fucking sexy lips. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I give her a smile. “They’re just clothes. No need to panic. Accept them.”

“Yes, Sir,” she repeats. Her submission is sublime. She has no idea what it means when she says Sir the way she does, but she will learn.

I’m so fucking pleased with her right now that I’m about to fist pump.

“It’s going to be a busy day with people coming and going to prepare you. I know you have homework to do. Don’t worry. I’ll ensure enough time is allotted before you head for class on Monday. After lunch, someone is coming to groom you. After that, we’ll have dinner together and go over my expectations.”

She swallows. I felt her flinch at the word groom . So fucking perfect. “Yes, Sir.”

I give her hips a squeeze. “I think they’re ready for you.” I turn her to face the room.

Prism is pulling the clothes out of the garment bags.

Orlando is waiting patiently next to the dais, beaming. “Ready, love?”

She draws in a breath and glances at me. I can see the question in her eyes. She’s not sure how to address anyone. She wants to please me, and my God, it’s bringing me to my knees. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. “Sir and ma’am, unless I tell you otherwise.”

She nods and turns around.

“Ready?” Orlando repeats.

“Yes, sir.” She’s trembling as she heads toward him. Maybe she has an inkling of what’s about to happen. What I know is that she didn’t address him with the same reverence she uses toward me.

“Let’s get these clothes off you so I can see what we’re working with and take measurements.” He points to the raised platform.

I hold my breath. This is pivotal. Will she refuse?

She turns back to look at me. “Sir?” Her voice is wobbly.

I give her a nod. “Do as you’re told. You don’t have any body parts we haven’t all seen.”

Trembling, she kicks off her shoes before pulling her T-shirt over her head. Last, she removes her jeans and socks. With her hands clasped together between her breasts, she steps onto the dais.

I sincerely hope I’m making the right choice here. I don’t want her to be mortified, but I do think she will benefit from a certain level of embarrassment.

She’s still wearing her bra and panties, and I’ll allow it—for now. Baby steps. Both garments are white cotton. Boring. Cheap. The bra is thin, and I’m so pleased to see her nipples prominently poking against the cotton between the V of her elbows.

Her panties are bikini-cut, but they have far too much material for my taste. I’m winging it here, but suddenly, I know I won’t permit her to wear a bra or panties in the house. I won’t often permit it when we go out, either.

She’s going to submit to me, and I’m going to walk around, day in and day out, with blue balls. She’s not just gorgeous, sweet, kind, and sexy as hell. She’s deeply submissive and perfect for me.

Except you don’t date .

I shake that thought from my head. I’m not dating her. I’m paying her for a service. It’s mutually beneficial. If we accidentally discover a mutual kink, all the better.

Orlando circles her slowly, his eyes narrowing as he assesses her. I’m not the least bit threatened by him. If I had been, I wouldn’t have hired him. He has no interest in women. And I would never expose my girl to such an intimate setting as this if I weren’t entirely sure my stylists would have no interest in her.

Just as Orlando is gay, I know Prism is not. She’s only into men. She has approached Brynn to scrutinize her, too .

“You’re right,” Orlando says without looking at me. “She’s spectacular. She could be on a runway.”

Brynn flinches. She’s not facing me directly. She’s turned a bit to the side. I can see her cheek turning a darker pink.

“Turn this way, Brynn,” I order softly.

She pivots toward me and crosses her arms.

Her body is perfection. I can’t wait to see the rest of it. I want to explore every inch of her with my tongue. I want to put soft cuffs on her wrists, pull them high above her head, attach them to a pulley in the ceiling, and sit and stare at her naked body for hours.

I’m starting to think that might be a possibility.

Orlando steps closer, pulling out a measuring tape. “Can you lift your arms and clasp your hands behind your head for me, love? I’ll take some measurements.”

She hesitates. The position will make her feel very vulnerable, and my cock is about to bust out of my pants.

I don’t move. I can’t. The slight friction would make me come. When she looks at me again, I know definitively this girl is mine . I have no doubts. She’s waiting for me to give her the command.

“Brynn,” I say in my most dominant tone, “do as you’re told, baby. Orlando and Prism have my permission to do what’s needed to get your measurements and prepare your wardrobe. We haven’t discussed discipline yet, but if you hesitate again, I won’t hesitate to take you over my knees and spank your naughty bottom.”

This is the most defining crucial moment in our short relationship. It’s about to set the tone for all our future interactions. I’m eighty percent confident it’s going to go my way. Enough that I don’t have an alternative plan yet for what I’ll do if she refuses .

Besides the intent behind the speech I just gave, I’m reeling a bit over the endearment I used. I’ve never once used an endearment with a woman in my life, and certainly not baby .

For a moment, she looks like she might run from the room. All the blood leaves her face as time stands still. Finally, she licks her lips and whispers, “Yes, Sir,” as she lifts her arms and interlocks her fingers behind her head.

It’s a wonder I don’t fall out of my chair. I work very hard to remain calm, not moving or reacting. “Good girl,” I praise.

She shivers at my words.

Now that I can see her breasts better, I know they are the perfect handful. My mouth waters.

Prism and Orlando move efficiently around her, measuring everything, while Brynn mostly holds her breath.

I consider insisting she look at me, but I think I’ve pushed her limits. She’s mentally adjusting to what she now knows is her new life and absorbing a taste of what it means to obey me. I leave her alone while the stylists work.

“Can you part your feet for me, love?” Orlando asks as he squats in front of her. “I need to get your inseam.”

She sucks in a ragged breath and meets my gaze as she parts her legs.

I smile at her and mouth, “Good girl.” I will reward her for her behavior when this is over. She deserves it.

If someone had told me twelve hours ago that I would have Brynn Flores in my home, wearing only a bra and panties, by this time today, I would have laughed at them. But it’s so much more than that. This girl is going to come for me before lunch. And I can’t wait .

Her panties are soaked, and she lifts onto her toes slightly when Orlando’s knuckles get close to her pussy.

Prism measures her hips and then glances at me. “Your guesses about her sizes were pretty accurate. I brought plenty of bra and panty sets that will fit her. If you’d like, I can show you some so you can choose.” She’s looking directly at me. Not Brynn. It’s so fucking perfect. This just keeps getting better.

“Thank you. That won’t be necessary. I’ll let you choose the best selections for any eveningwear that requires a bra.” I don’t mention panties at all, and I carefully ignore what she might wear other than at events.

She won’t be wearing anything she brought here. That’s for sure. Now that I’ve seen more of her, and she’s submitting to me so beautifully, I’m confident she will not balk at me dressing her.

“I’ll be happy to make some selections for you.” Prism steps off the dais and returns to the row of clothes she’s brought. She rifles through them, chooses some, and hangs her choices off to one side.

Meanwhile, Orlando wraps his measuring tape around my girl’s breasts and pinches it together between them. He memorizes everything, never taking a note. Next, he measures directly below her tits. And then above. “Do you normally wear a thirty-two C, love?”

She licks those lips again. “I don’t remember.”

Orlando rounds to her back. When he unfastens her bra, she drops her arms and grabs the front to hold the cups in place. Her cheeks must be burning.

“Mmm. I can’t see the size on this tag, but I think thirty-two C will be perfect.” Orlando glances at Prism. “Can you toss me something that size?”

Oh yeah. I’m going to come. I just hope I can hold off until I can get somewhere private. I fear I’m going to have to excuse myself. I’m not about to miss this part, though.

Prism tosses a black lace bra to Orlando, who easily catches it. “Let’s try this one, love.”

When she looks at me, her eyes are wide.

I lift a brow as if to remind her of my previously stated expectations.

She lowers her hands, taking the bra with them.

Jesus. I’m not prepared for these tits. High and round. Perfect pink nipples. I want my mouth on them. I want my hands around the globes. I want to slide my cock between them. I want to hear her whimpers and moans as I take her places I suspect she’s never been.

I want her total submission, and she will give it to me.

Because she wants it, too.