Asher, p.3
Asher, page 3
“Have you looked into sound and sight deprivation?” Asher asked. I nodded my head and chewed on my bottom lip. Asher looked up at me with a small smile. “What do you think about it?”
“It’s something I’d like to try,” I admitted, loving the smile on Asher’s face.
“What else would you like to try?” he asked.
“I’d like to be stretched,” I admitted.
Asher gasped and looked up at me with wide eyes. “Really? That’s interesting,” he said. “Anything else high on your list?”
“I’d like to try cock sounding too.”
Asher nodded his head with a small smile. “I think we can definitely try all of these things,” he said as he swiped his lips across mine. It was just a brief teasing kiss that had me longing for more.
He stroked his hands up over my thighs to my hips. “You are so small. And you said you liked dollification?”
I bit into my bottom lip and nodded my head. “Yes,” I said even more huskily than before.
“I think you would make a beautiful doll,” Asher said with a small smile as he began to arrange my legs. I held still and let him move me to where he wanted me, putting up no resistance but not assisting him either. Soon he had my legs spread with my knees bent. The scent of my slick filled the air around us. My cock was hard and weeping against my stomach.
Asher watched me and stroked his fingers up and down my body. Touching me and learning my body. He seemed to be gauging what I liked by the way my breathing hitched under his touch. I liked everything he was doing. There wasn’t anything that would turn me off at that point.
Chapter Six
Asher
Fuck, he was sexy. March was everything I wanted and more. The only kink he had that I wasn’t all that into was piss play. Everything else though was right up my alley. He was laid out on the bed after I positioned him. And exactly as I had presumed, when I started moving him, he’d gone completely limp and let me maneuver him. I wondered if it was possible to cum without even fucking because I was damned close.
I could already feel my knot starting to swell and I hadn’t even gotten inside him. When he mentioned stretching, I just about dropped my load immediately. There was nothing sexier than seeing a willing ass stretched out and that rosebud protruding. Fantasies instantly filled my mind of having March in one of the medical rooms, his feet in stirrups, while I stretched his hole with a speculum. I would let my knot form before entering him. Forcing his ass to stretch around me.
I grabbed the base of my cock fighting the orgasm that wanted to take over. My incisors were already lengthened. My body knew what it wanted. It wanted March. It wanted our mate. Leaning forward I swiped my fingers through the slick that had leaked from his wanting hole and to the blankets beneath him.
March’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his legs opened wider, encouraging me to touch him even more. He was so sensitive. He seemed to come alive under the slightest touch. I took his ankles in my hands, unable to wait any longer.
“What color are you at?” I asked as I held onto what felt like my last shred of sensibility.
“Green, so fucking green,” March groaned.
I quickly spanked him with a sharp slap to the thigh. “No bad language,” I growled.
March’s eyes rolled and he moaned as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. I pushed his ankles together and held them in one of my hands. That was how small he was. He really was doll-sized. Taking the shaft of my cock I stroked my hand up and down once before guiding it towards his entrance. I could see that he was already open and waiting for me. The slick and heat had done their job to stretch him open. The beauty of omegas.
I ran the head of my cock around his entrance, watching March’s face become lax with pleasure. Slowly pushing forward, the head of my cock was sucked deep into his warm hole. On a groan I continued to slide forward, thrusting a little harder to push in the swelling where my knot had already begun.
March gasped and his eyes widened. “That feels so good,” he moaned. “God, more please.”
I smirked down at my mate and rolled my hips. Thrusting deep inside him to make sure he felt all of me. Letting go of March’s ankles I leaned over his body, my elbows resting on either side of his head as I continued to thrust deep inside him.
March’s arms instantly circled my back, and I could feel the blunt of his nails scouring up and down my skin. The slight bite of pain fueled me. My thrusts sped up and I could feel my knot growing, locking me deep inside my mate. The alpha in me roared as I stared down at March and his chest where I knew I would place the mating mark.
My balls tightened against me, and tingles swept up and down my spine. I couldn’t resist the call any longer as I bent forward and felt my incisors pierce March’s skin just above his left nipple. As soon as I tasted the coppery taste of his blood on my tongue, my orgasm threw me into the waves of pleasure. Splashes of cum filled March as I heard him cry out before he answered the mating bite with one of his own.
My orgasm continued to crash over me as he bit down into my chest. Finally, we lay breathing, still connected by my knot. Our combined breaths echoed throughout the room. My vision was blurry from the orgasm and my knees were weak. I wrapped my arms around March’s back and slowly maneuvered him so that he was lying on top of me, while I laid my head on my pillow.
“Wow,” March whispered. “When I came to Lalbert, this was not at all what I was expecting.”
I chuckled. “Do you have any regrets?”
March shook his head. “Not a single one. I’m really glad that the tattoo people didn’t want to bother with my drawings, or otherwise, I might not have come here at all.”
I frowned and wondered if he might have been talking about Burgess. My brother wasn’t the only tattoo shop in Lalbert, but he was by far the biggest and the best. Even if I was somewhat biased.
“What tattoo shop?” I asked.
“Shifter Ink,” March replied causing me to chuckle. He looked down at me with confusion on his face and a frown on his brow. “What?”
“My brother owns Shifter Ink. He was a fool if he didn’t take the time to look at your drawings,” I said with a shake of my head.
“Wait, your brother is Burgess?” March asked.
I nodded my head. “Yes. I have six brothers. We all live in town. Burgess owns Shifter Ink. Macklin is retired from the army; Drake is a hairstylist and travels to the US a lot to work with celebrities. Obsidian owns a mechanic shop; Jericho is a firefighter and Bacchus works for the AJE authority in the shifter unit.”
“Wow, you come from a big family, like me,” March said.
“How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
March shook his head. “I’m the only boy. But I have nineteen sisters.”
“Jesus,” I barked out a laugh and my eyes widened. “Do your parents not have a television?”
March laughed and shook his head. “We are spider shifters. There are a lot of multiples in our family. Me and two of my sisters Olivia and Scarlett are the only single births.”
“Wow. I can’t even imagine having twenty children. Your parents must be saints. Wait do you want that many children?” I asked with wide eyes.
March laughed again. “No. I want children, but I don’t think I want to be pumping them out as regularly as my parents were. What kind of shifter are you?”
“Bear shifter. My brothers are all different, even though we have the same parents. Are all your family spiders?”
I nodded my head. “Yep, every one of us. What other shifters are your brothers?”
“Burgess is the only omega; he is an antelope. Macklin is a lion, Drake is a basilisk, Obsidian is a panther, Jericho is a dragon and Bacchus is a kraken.”
‘Wow, they really are all different. I’ve never met any mystical shifters before.”
“Well, be prepared, as soon as I tell my mother that I’ve met my mate, she, my father, and brothers will be all over us. Bacchus is the only other one of my brothers that are mated. He is mated to Anghus and Joachim.”
“Do they have children?”
I nodded my head. “They do. They have Iver and McKenna. Both extremely spoiled.”
March chuckled. “I can imagine. My nieces and nephews are very spoiled too.”
“Alright I’m never going to remember them, but what are all your sister's names?”
“Oh boy, hope you’re not going anywhere,” March laughed.
“No baby, I’m still well and truly stuck,” I said giving my hips a tiny thrust to prove that my knot was still rigidly connected.
“Well, my eldest and most bossy sister is Olivia, she is mated to Jarret and has a little boy called Gatlin. Then there is Scarlett, her mate is Willow. Paisley is the third eldest, but she isn’t mated. Then there is Eliana who is mated to Dawson and Roman. They have three children, Autumn, Summer, and Winter.”
I chuckled at the names. “Were they born according to seasons?”
March nodded his head. “They were. Then there is Maya, but she isn’t mated. Next is Hadley and she is mated to Alexis and has a little girl called Harmony. Savannah is mated to Donte, but they don’t have any children. Then Londyn who isn’t mated. Emersyn is mated to Jason and their kids are called Ellena, Robbie, Margie, and Tim.”
March took a deep breath as he continued. There was no way I was going to remember all these names. It amazed me that he could keep track. “Sage is mated to Jeffrey and their sons are Oscar and Leo. Then there is Trinity, but she isn’t mated. Charlotte is mated to Wilde and their daughters are called Serenity, Peace, and Moon.”
“Wow your family is inventive of names,” I said with a laugh.
“I guess you have to be with so many damned kids,” March laughed. “Then there is Aria, but she isn’t mated, Addison’s mate is Neveah. Payton isn’t mated and Kinsley is mated, to Max. They chose all R names for their children, they have Ryder, Riley, Ryan, Rachel, and Rebecca. Then there is Genesis, she is mated to Paul, and they have Malachi and Joab. Then Blakely who isn’t mated and finally Bailey who is mated to Palmer.”
“Damn that is a lot to keep track of. How expensive is Christmas?” March smiled but it was an uneasy smile and I realized that I just said something wrong. “What is it, little one?”
“We don’t come from money. My parents are farmers. They struggle. So, we don’t do presents at Christmas time. Instead, we just let us all coming together be our gift.”
I smiled and stroked my hand up and down March’s spine. “I like that. It sounds so much nicer than material things.”
March smiled, but he didn’t look like he really believed me. It was going to have to be something that I showed him.
Chapter Seven
March
Asher and I lay in bed for the rest of the day and night. We made love a few more times, but we also did a lot of talking. I learned more about his family and what he enjoyed in the bedroom and out of it.
The thought that out of everyone in the world that fate had chosen for me, was a man that liked exactly who I was. I told him all about the anime’s I liked. He listened and asked questions. I’d even pulled them up on my phone and to my surprise, he indulged me the entire time. No one ever did that. Usually, my family would just roll their eyes and tell me to grow up. But Asher didn’t. Asher showed genuine interest.
I woke the next morning to the trilling of my phone. I looked at the screen with bleary eyes. We’d had a late-night, so I wasn’t prepared for the six in the morning phone call from my mother. I groaned and pressed the answer button.
“Hello Mama,” I grunted.
“Oh March, thank god. You never came home, I’ve been frantic. Where are you?” she said, sounding on the edge of hysteria.
I winced realizing I really should have told my parents that I wasn’t coming home. “I’m sorry Mama. I didn’t mean to worry you. I have something to tell you,” I said.
“What is it March?” she asked still sounding concerned. “Wait, let me put it on loudspeaker so your Papa can hear too, he has been just as worried.”
I waited patiently while Mama and Papa discussed how to operate the phone. Once she told me that I was on loudspeaker I sucked in a deep breath and glanced over at Asher who was watching me with a small smile on his face. He nodded his head encouragingly.
“I met my mate,” I blurted.
Silence greeted me on the other side of the line. I glanced at the phone to make sure we hadn’t got disconnected.
“Did you just say you met your mate?” Papa said after clearing his throat.
“Yes. His name is Asher. He owns a club in town. I applied for a job here and well, when I came for the interview, we realized we were fated mates,” I explained in a flurry of words.
“Oh,” Mama sobbed.
“What? What is it?” I asked with concern in my voice. I was expecting them to be happy, not sad.
“There is nothing wrong, son. We are happy for you. But Mama is a little sad because you are her last baby to leave the web,” Papa explained.
My heart ached. I was also going to be the only one of the Adams family to move away from our town. Although Lancaster was only three hours away, it was still a lot to travel when there wasn’t a lot of money.
“I will come back, and you can meet Asher. You will see that he is a good man. You will all like him,” I said feeling my chest ache. I didn’t want to hurt my Mama and Papa.
“I would like that son,” Papa said with false cheer in his voice.
“I’m sorry Mama,” I said quietly.
Mama’s sobs increased. “No, no March. You don’t apologize. I’m sorry. I am making you feel bad for finding your fated mate and that is so wrong of me. I am so happy for you. I really am and I’m being selfish.”
I sighed. I couldn’t help but feel bad. I was so used to hearing Olivia and Scarlett telling me that I had to grow up and move out that I just assumed it was what Mama and Papa wanted also. I never realized that Mama liked having me there. I chewed on my bottom lip. I didn’t regret mating with Asher. I was glad that the creator put us in each other’s path, but my heart ached at Mama’s reaction.
Asher tapped me on the hip, and I turned my head to look at him. He waved his hand in a motion that meant to give him the phone. I handed the phone over and rolled so that I could see his face. Asher placed the call on the loudspeaker and my Mama’s cries sounded through the phone.
“Mr. and Mrs. Adams? This is Asher Rigby, March’s mate,” Asher said into the phone.
“Hello Asher, it is nice to speak to you. Please call me Simon and my mate’s name is Patricia,” Papa said.
“It’s nice to meet you both. Would it be convenient for you both if we were to come back on the weekend? I would love to meet you all face to face. March has told me all about your family, and I’m excited to meet everyone,” Asher asked with a smile on his face.
“Oh yes, that would be wonderful,” Mama said.
Papa was silent and I knew that he would be worrying about money and how he would be able to afford to make a good impression. All my sisters that had mates, had found them in Lancaster. But I was the only one that found a mate from the big city. Everyone in Lancaster just assumed that people from Lalbert were rich. And well in Asher’s case it was true.
“How about I pack some barbecue meats as a thank you for allowing me to have your son in my life?” Asher said.
“Oh no, son, that is a lot of meat. I couldn’t expect that of you,” Papa said after clearing his throat.
“I would be honored to do it. Please say yes, it would mean a lot to me,” Asher pleaded. I could see what he was doing. He didn’t want Papa to stress. He didn’t want to worry my father. It made me fall for him even harder.
“Well alright then, but please only if you are sure,” Papa said.
“I’m absolutely sure. I come from a big family, admittedly not as big as yours,” Asher chuckled. “But we never like to go anywhere empty-handed. My Mama raised us to always give.”
“She sounds like a good woman,” Mama said.
“She sure is. She will be looking forward to meeting you all one day.”
I could hear the smile in Mama’s voice when she spoke. “Oh, that would be lovely. I guess we could come to the city one day to meet everyone.”
“That would be fabulous. We can make more plans when we see you on the weekend,” Asher said.
“That would be lovely. Thank you, Asher,” Mama replied.
They said their goodbyes and Asher ended the call. My heart had slowed, and my panic was gone. Asher had taken over and prevented the meltdown that I could feel mounting. He really was a Daddy.
“Can I call you Daddy?” I asked.
Asher’s eyes widened before they darkened in lust. “I would be very, very pleased if you called me Daddy.”
I smiled. I wasn’t sure that my family would understand our dynamic. But I didn’t care. Asher was my Daddy. And what a Daddy he was.
Chapter Eight
Asher
March spent the rest of the week with me. I had to admit I didn’t get much work done. Thankfully, I had a wonderful team of staff that was prepared to step up. I’d rang my mother the day after meeting March. Of course, she was thrilled. She wanted to come and meet him on the weekend, but I’d managed to put her off until the following weekend. I had full intentions of taking March back to his home and meeting his family. And boy there were a lot of them to meet.
March’s mother, Patricia rang him every day asking if he wanted her to pack up his room. Finally, he’d given in because we got the distinct impression that this was Patricia’s way of keeping her mind busy and healing over the fact that once March moved, they would be empty nesters.
