Page 54 of Tear Me Down (Descent to Darkness Trilogy #2)

Chapter twenty-three

Ashia

Six Days Later

‘I Wanna Be Yours’ – Arctic Monkeys

This is stupid. So, so stupid. I don’t know why I ever thought I could pull this off.

Self-confidence is not my strong suit, and this will definitely take a lot of poise.

I'm not used to doing this kind of thing, but I want to do it for him. He obviously likes bondage. He tied me up for weeks, and while we don’t do it as much anymore, he’s a master at sex.

So, I need to really try and keep things interesting for him, even if my experience is minimal comparatively.

I look at myself in the mirror, and I don’t think I’ve ever looked so sexy.

The outfit Serena helped me pick is definitely the most revealing thing I’ve ever worn; the ‘body suit’ is nothing but inch-wide straps that wrap around my figure and leave me exposed.

The fabric’s only use is to cup the bottom of my breasts and ass cheeks, while the ‘panties’ have a pocket that hold my handless vibrator.

A chain runs down the center of my chest and around my neck, creating a collar that tightens when it’s pulled on.

Ser did my makeup and hair before I slipped this on. She waved my long black hair and created a dark smoky eye and pale nude lipstick. She tried red first, but she said the color, paired with my skin tone, made me look like a cheap whore rather than a million-dollar wife. So, I trust her judgement.

I turn to look at her as we stand in our bathroom, on the verge of freaking out.

“I can’t do this, Ser.”

“The hell you can’t, do you see yourself?” She stands with her hands on her hips and looks at me like I’m insane.

“You don’t think it’s too much?”

“Girl, I’m the wrong one to ask, and you know that.

No, I don’t think it’s too much, you’re just not used to doing it.

” I turn around and look at myself again, trying to gain enough confidence to appear as a dominant personality.

Serena steps up behind me and grips my shoulders as she looks at me in the mirror.

“I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with him to do this.

I think that tells you all you need to know.

” She pats my shoulder and turns to walk out.

I turn to look at her again, knowing there’s still some tension between us, but I’m glad she’s back in my life.

Regardless of my nipples and ass being completely exposed to her.

“Ser?” I call out quietly and she turns to meet my eyes. “Thank you.” She smiles at me softly and nods a little.

“Any time. I’m going to try and talk to Carter.

He’s coming back to the house with Damien, right?

” I nod and smile back at her. I’m glad she’s going to try and fix things with him too.

They didn’t fight, but when she needed space from me, he wasn’t excluded, and I know that hurt his feelings—whether he wanted to admit it or not.

As she walks out of the bathroom, my phone buzzes with the security notification that Damien is driving through the gate, and the uneasiness sets back in.

I’m so afraid that I’m going to mess this up, that I’ll look ridiculous, and he won’t be into it.

Maybe he’s had a really rough day and just wanted to relax, but he’ll feel obligated since I went to all of this trouble.

I know that he would never think I look ridiculous or belittle me for trying something new, especially with my self-image issues, but I genuinely want him to enjoy himself.

He needs to lay back, unwind, and have a good time—especially with all of the stress that has been crashing down on us lately.

The nerves are flung away as I literally shake them out and mutter ‘ I can do this ’ over and over again to myself.

Every second that passes is just one moment closer to him seeing me like this, and the eagerness builds, manifesting as tingles through my fingers.

I just think of all the times he’s looked like he would eat me whole in the most unappealing of circumstances.

All of the times he touched me while I was asleep, no doubt with my hair messed up and drool running down my chin.

There’re also all of the times I was in my work clothes and covered in hair, and not to mention the first time when I literally had blood and brain matter covering my torso.

Somehow, the thought of that night makes me feel better, more confident, and I straighten my spine as my chest swells.

The bedroom door opens, and I take one last deep breath and lean against the bathroom counter in front of the doorway, trying to look as appealing as possible.

My hands are palm down on the counter edges beside me, and even though my ass is pressed against the vanity behind me, I keep my posture tall—pushing my breasts forward and leaving my pierced stomach out for show.

He comes into view, but he’s not paying much attention, looking down at the floor as he trails in.

His shoulders sag like they’re carrying the weight of the world, and that makes me all the more determined to take some of that pressure away.

“Hey, baby girl,” he says as he drops a duffle bag onto the bed and sits with his head down.

I wait for him to look up at me, wanting to give him and myself a moment to breathe, but he runs his hand on the back of his neck stressfully, showcasing his unease.

That triggers something in me, and no matter how uncomfortable I feel in this bodysuit, I shove it deep down.

“How was your day, baby?” I say playfully, determined to cheer him up. He may be stressed now, but in about thirty seconds he’s going to feel much better.

“It was…” He looks up at me and I can’t help but bite my bottom lip in anticipation as I watch the shock and approval take over his features—lifting my spirits.

I can see the moment he quietly inhales in a sharp gasp, and his eyes widen ever so slightly.

The tautness of his muscles instantly fades some, and his hand drops down to the bed in shock.

“It’s much better now.” He releases a small huff .

“Oh yeah?” I stand up fully and teasingly stalk towards him, swaying my hips subtly with every step. He sits up straight as I inch closer to him, clearly locked on to every small movement I make.

“Fucking Christ,” he spits out, barely in a whisper.

His breathing gets heavier as he looks me over, and as his gaze moves lower and lower, he sticks that delicious tongue out just enough to lick his bottom lip.

“What did I do to deserve this?” His muscles tense again, this time with restraint, as I continue to slowly move forward—using every small, measured step to my advantage.

“Because you're amazing…” I take another step. “And patient…” Another step. “And loving…” I finally reach him, bending down and putting my hands on his knees simultaneously. I purposely arch my back so not only am I shoving my breasts in his face, but so that my ass is visible in the bathroom mirror behind me. I’m sure to keep my face an inch or so away from his, even though he tries to reach out and kiss me, pulling back slightly every time he attempts.

“Unless I'm mistaken, and you've been a bad boy,” I murmur seductively as I stare into his eyes, keeping my gaze level with his.

“No, baby.” He shakes his head freely as his lips still fight to meet mine.

“I’ve been a good boy. I swear, I’ve been a good boy,” he pleads, no begs , as he continues to push outward towards me—beckoning to kiss me.

Seeing him so desperate might just be the hottest thing to ever exist. He’s melting into a puddle of desire right now, and that only fuels me to continue as I get myself worked up as well.

“Well, good boys deserve presents don’t they?

” I taunt, just before he forcefully grabs the chain to my collar and attacks my mouth with his, barely choking me as his tongue dives in and ravages me.

My body instantly responds to his eagerness, and I almost melt into him before I snap back to my pursuit.

I reach under the pillow and grab the remote to the vibrator I hid, pull it out, and gently tap him on the shoulder with it, taunting him.

He has to force himself away to look at the remote, and I can’t help but smirk as his eyes widen.

I lean down and whisper in his ear, brushing my lips against the shell of it.

“Don’t you want to find out what this goes to?

” I pull back and smile at him, feeling kind of smug—almost victorious.

“Go on.” I bring my mouth back down on him, just enough so they barely scrape, as I murmur, “beg me to let you try it.”

A deep growl erupts in his throat, sending shivers down my spine.

“You know I love to plead for you.” He takes a shaky breath in and runs his hands over my exposed ass.

“Please, little wolf, let me worship you.” I almost let him.

God, the way his words affect me. He reaches for the remote, but I snatch it away before he can grab it, smirking slyly against his mouth.

“Only if you listen,” I command, and he frantically nods his head, giving in to me.

The feeling of domination swells in my chest, and I feel invincible.

I know that he would do whatever I ask, even before this encounter, but this desperation and submission from him is on a whole other level, and the desire that courses through us both is catastrophic—explosive and ready to detonate.

I slip the remote on to the bed beside him and push it away, but only enough so that it’s still tempting. Moving my hands to the hem of his shirt, I trace the outline of his stomach, just above the waistband of his pants, in a soft, teasing touch.