Hot arousal shot through her like firecrackers through her body. God, looking at him, staring into his eyes and calling him that was heavenly. It was pure eroticism that soothed her to the depths of her chaotic being.
Asher knew, too. His smile turned into something truly sinful. "Such a good girl, with such good manners."
Jezebel cried out when he twisted her head back a little farther, his hand still in her hair, and danced when he cupped her between her legs with his other hand, stroking her with his fingertips.
"Ah, having manners arouses you." Asher chuckled when Jezebel blushed a little. "No, don't feel embarrassed. It should arouse you. Why don't you call me that again, this time while asking me to make you cum on my hand?"
Oh god. There was a reason why this should make her feel afraid, but Jezebel couldn't remember it. "Please finger me and make me cum, Master!"
"There's a good girl." Asher pushed her yoga shorts and thong to the side, making sure she held his gaze, and then he filled her.
Two fingers thrusted inside of her, working in a powerful rhythm that made her pant within seconds. Asher twisted his hand, and Jezebel choked on pleasure.
And then his thrusts turned harder, and she came apart, unable to look away from his eyes as she did. The icy wasteland in them kept her sedated, and Jezebel wanted to feel more of it.
"Open up. You have a messy little cunt, and you will clean off my fingers the same way you clean off my toys."
Jezebel opened her mouth automatically and suckled, bobbing her head in the way she had learned from him. She made sure to part her lips and flick her tongue between his fingertips obscenely, made sure to fuck him with her mouth for a few strokes.
Asher wanted a nice, slutty visual when he had her clean with her tongue.
"Good girl." He cooed it and pulled away from her, and Jezebel had to shake her head, to clear it, while he grinned ruefully. "Wicked little thing. I meant to be on my best behavior."
Jezebel blinked at him, still lost in some arousal while he was ever unruffled. Asher had made it clear that he had interest in her, but how did he do that? Was he even hard?
She couldn't tell at the moment, and that killed her. But he was interested. The look in his eyes had made her well aware of that.
"Um." Right. Jezebel wanted to show him things and tinker with him like her own puzzle cube, wanted to see if there was a Cenobite waiting inside if Jezebel could ever solve it. "Okay. Hang on, I want to try Hannibal first and see what you think."
Asher tilted his head and nodded, playfulness in his eyes. He was so cold about everything but he had to have likes and dislikes, right? Everyone did.
Everyone had some basic preferences, things like if they preferred one ice cream over another. Asher had to be the same way.
So Jezebel started something that quickly distracted her from any kind of drugs or impulsively bad behaviors. Asher was her curiosity. People were so rarely interesting, but she had actually always enjoyed the interesting ones.
They were all their own little puzzles, and she liked talking to them to figure out how they worked. See, most people were just so bloody boring.
There wasn't any intellectual backing behind their decisions. They just chose random preferences or reality shows, which were the worst.
There was nothing to be gleaned from those, no information really there. Jezebel lost interest in most people. But she quickly learned that she didn't think she could ever lose interest in him.
Asher did enjoy Hannibal, and he clearly enjoyed it for the darkest reasons. The psychoanalysis bits seemed to bore him, which was understandable, but the manipulation, the cat and mouse play, the flirting. Asher loved that.
Okay, but that seemed like an "of course he would" thing, so when he left, she got curious again. He had said he liked opera. Why? Jezebel went looking through the genre that night to see what it had to offer.
Once she got past those damned vocals, she could focus on what the operas were about and see their story. And she realized something.
Opera was super motherfucking dramatic, as a genre. That's why it had those vocals, to add to the drama. If the stories in opera were ever placed on screen, it would either be ridiculous or stupid or... she grinned.
Jezebel had another show to try with him then. Because opera was highly fantastical, featured romantic settings, and had an old style of lore.
She invited him over the next day, and Jezebel showed him The Magicians.
Her dark king of his underground world fell in instant love with the entire show, and Eliot was his favorite. It was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen.
Had he called his playful face a facade? Had he said that other people became uncomfortable around him because he had little in the way of emotion? They were crazy.
Asher gave these real laughs if you knew how to get them from him. Jezebel would watch him at certain parts, while trying to not give away that she was watching him, but if she knew something ridiculously dramatic was going to happen, then she definitely wanted to see his reaction.
Eventually, after one of those moments, he said, "Would you either watch me all the time or stop doing that? You're giving parts away."
And she had to laugh. Jezebel hesitated and then unfurled from the chair she had been sitting on and went to his knees.
She cuddled there in the floor, wrapping up in a blanket instead. "There. Now I can't watch you without awkwardly having to turn and see you."
Asher's gaze held hers for a long moment before he smiled and stroked her hair back. "Ah, is that the reason?"
Jezebel nervously nodded. "Y-yes." No.
Asher held her trapped by his eyes again, his smile taunting her. "Lying loses your privileges, kotik. Pets don't need clothes. Take yours off."
He watched with a lazy smile while Jezebel obeyed, blushing to the feel of being naked at his knees. Asher adjusted the pillows to prop himself up better and relaxed, petting her hair.
"You may use the blanket, so long as you let me see you when I say."
Jezebel realized her mistake in curling up there about five minutes later. Her pussy was drenched, aching, and she made a creamy mess against her thighs while she sat and shifted in silence, watching with him.
Asher taunted her one more time thirty minutes later. "Your little cunt is so horny from you sitting where you belong that I can even smell it from here, Pet."
Jezebel held his jeans and whimpered quietly while he chuckled at the humiliation in her response, but he didn't do anything to ease her suffering.
Asher just continued petting her, watching with her, and it was either the best or the worst thing ever, and Jezebel couldn't tell anymore.
The control of being like that and being left in that state made her feel soothed again, which made her frightened again.
Deep breaths. Asher knew she wasn't his slave and this was just... like dating. It was just dating with no strings attached. That's all it was.
Wasn't it? Sometimes, it felt like Jezebel could feel the rope being slipped over her head, feel it so slowly tightened, centimeter by centimeter.
But maybe it was all in her head. Maybe it was just her stupid fears.
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*Author's note*
*As promised, prepare yourself to be thrilled by three bonus chapters tomorrow!!!*
Also, don't forget to use your powerstones, me cultured readers
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