Asher
I got home later that night. The house was quiet as usual. There was barely anyone living here to be honest. Just my father and I.
This wasn't my main home but I came here often just so I could keep my old man company. I was all that he had, especially after mom died.
As if on reflex, memories of the night my mom died came rushing back. I shook my head in a bid to get the thoughts out. I hated thinking about that night. If I did, I would hate him and I couldn't do that, because he was the only family I had left.
I took off my shoes by the door and loosened my tie as I walked upstairs. I didn't stop to greet my dad. I went straight to my room.
I turned the shower on and stepped under the water, letting it run over my shoulders and down my back. I stayed there for a while, going through the things I did today. I hadn't yet seen anyone who did the same thing.
Re-checking my daily routine helps me to function better the next day. I went through all the things I did again, particularly avoiding the memory of a certain black haired demon screaming at my desk.
When I finished, I dried off and changed into something comfortable before heading downstairs.
My father was in the sitting room, seated with a glass in his hand. He looked up when I entered.
"How did everything go?" he asked.
"It's settled," I said. "Edmund will resume next week."
He nodded slowly. "Don't you think it's a bit too early for him to resume though?"
"There's no reason to delay it."
He studied me for a moment. "Go easy on the boy, Asher."
I looked at him. "I'm not doing anything to him."
My father sighed. "You know what I mean."
"I do," I replied. "And he'll be fine."
Before he could respond, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and stood up.
"I'll take this," I said.
I walked out of the room and answered the call as I moved down the hallway.
"You've been ghosting a lot lately," the voice on the other end said. "Thought you'd forgotten about me."
"I've been busy," I said.
"So busy you can't spare a night?"
I checked the time. "It's late."
There was a short pause. Then he said, quieter, "I've missed you. You know. Just this once, lets meet up again."
I stood still for a moment. It'd been a while since I'd gotten a proper release and with that punk resuming next week, I needed all the energy I could get.
"Fine," I said. "Meet me at our usual spot."
I ended the call and went back upstairs.
I changed clothes again. My dad was still seated when I came back downstairs.
"I'll be back soon."
He didn't say anything, he just kept reading whatever it was that he was reading.
My driver was already waiting by the door.
"Would you like me to drive you, sir?" he asked.
"No," I said. "Don't worry about it. I'll drive myself."
He nodded and stepped aside.
I walked out, locking the door behind me as I went.
I got in the car and started the ignition. I drove for a few minutes before I got to the location. It was a private hotel that I owned and kept for days like this one.
I got out of the car and made my way into the hotel. The security men greeted me and I nodded my head in response.
I entered the elevator and pressed the button to the floor I was going to. When it stopped, I got out and went straight to the room I knew he'd be in. I knocked a few times and the door opened.
"Hey darling. I've missed you." I ignored him and walked right into the room. The air smelled of vanilla and there were a few lited candles on the floor. On the two sides of the room, there were rose petals scattered across the bed.
"What is this?" I said in irritation.
"What? I thought it would be nice to add an extra spice to our moment, after spending so much time away from each other."
I rubbed my temples, barely concealing my irritation. Damson and I have been some sort of secret partners. We weren't involved romantically, just sexually but he seems not to understand that our arrangement will always be strictly sexual and nothing more than that.
We were a secret not because I was afraid of what people would say or that I was ashamed of my sexuality. We were a secret because what I did, or who I fucked was nobody's fucking business.
"How many times have I told you to stop pulling stunts like these?"
He didn't seem to care and walked up to me, trailing his fingers on my chest and rubbing them seductively.
"Why are you always so rigid, Asher. Even after all these years together, I can't get you to show more emotions aside your usual irritation. I've missed you, you know." He slowly planted soft kisses on the base of my neck and I could feel my erection straining through my trousers.
He pulled away and walked to the edge of the room, and took out a wine bottle I didnt know was there the whole time and poured the wine in two separate glasses.
"Why don't we indulge ourselves properly?"
He walked up to me again, his eyes holding that sensual expression that used to have me fawning over him until he went and fucked someone else behind my back.
I took the wine and downed the content in one gulp.
"Less talking and more fucking, Damson."
I dropped the glass and spun him around, so he was slightly bent over.
"You're always so rough. That's what I love about you."
I ignored his words and pushed him to the bed. I watched him undress.
In a few seconds, I was equally naked, all the while making sure that my eyes didn't leave his face.
"What are you waiting for? Open your mouth and get on your knees."
In a moment, he was on his knees. The eagerness on his face almost undid me. I love when my partners are submissive and listen to my orders. I didn't do love fucks. I fucked raw and hard. I chose my partners carefully and only took them when I was certain they could take my full length.
In a matter of seconds, my dick was in his mouth. I threw my head back from the intensity of his strokes.
"Yes…. Just like that. Suck that dick like a good boy." I wrapped my fingers in the thickness of his hair and thrusted my full length down his throat.
The entire room was filled with gawk gawk and gaging sounds but even with the thickness of the moment, my mind was still on a certain blue-eyed demon….