Cupid

by Jade Eby

She bit back a yelp, and almost turned away, before stopping herself.

  He filled her so completely, right then. With every thrust, he brought her a little closer to the edge.

  “I think I’m going to—”

  He bit at her erect nipples. “No thinking. And you’re not going to come yet. It’s far too soon. I have so many things planned for us tonight.”

  Asher pulled out of her. Her desire dripped all over his length. He loved her wetness on him, relished in the slickness. “You’re so wet. I wonder how you taste.”

  Falling to his knees, he brought his mouth to her wet pussy, parted those moist lips with his tongue, and lapped up her wetness. “Diana, you taste… amazing.”

  She arched her back and melted into him. She’d been fucked, sucked and made love to before, but she’d never felt the intensity of the moment as she did with Asher.

  He delved his tongue further inside of her, touching the spot that made her toes curl and her hands grasp at the sheets.

  As if Asher couldn’t get enough desire from her, he took a finger, massaging her wetness from her cunt down to her asshole. He circled around the hole and she cried out.

  “You like this, Diana? Do you want me to be naughty?”

  She could barely form words together.

  “Remember,” he whispered. “You’re the boss.”

  She just nodded and looked into his eyes as our whole body raged with lust.

  “Yes, ma’m.” He went back down, licking her inner thighs and moving over to her clit. The moment he sucked that throbbing bud into his mouth, she bucked up her hips and he slipped his finger into her hungry hole.

  “Oh!” she moaned, overwhelmed with it all. Her appetite for Asher grew with every twitch of his tongue, and every flick of his finger. “I want you in me, Asher.”

  He brought his head up and shook it. “Not yet, my love. You’re going to come in my mouth until your juices drip from my chin.”

  “Oh,” was all she could mumble.

  He thrust his finger in and out of her while his tongue searched for the part of her that would give him what he wanted. She was certain his tongue was a weapon of mass destruction, set on destroying her completely.

  And good God was he doing it.

  In and out.

  Faster, then slower.

  Harder and then soft,

  So soft.

  He bit at her clit and it was the proverbial foot on the grenade.

  She gasped and an orgasm rock through her. “Asher. Oh God. I can’t…”

  Asher didn’t stop though, he kept his tongue at the base of her cunt, lapping as she came in his mouth.

  When her limbs turned to jelly and her muscles ached, only then did Asher remove his mouth from her, and without hesitation he pushed his cock inside of her.

  “God, I’ve waited so long to feel this.” He pulled out slowly, thrust in harder, and repeated over and over again.

  “Now you’ve done it.” He grasped at Diana’s breasts, so full and voluptuous. “Now I won’t let you go.”

  He fucked her hard, triggering a staccato of moans to push out of her and echo through the room. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

  But, he still he wasn’t ready to finish, he pulled out and flipped her over.

  She was barely able to take another breath before, he thrust inside of her from behind. And when he entered her that time, it nearly undid her. She could’ve let it all go there, but she held on for Asher.

  She wanted to come again, but with him, together.

  “Harder. I want to feel you in my stomach,” she screeched.

  Her words seemed to set him on fire and he did what she asked. He moved so fast, his balls slapped against her ass and she reveled in the sound.

  Her moans were pings of one word that spit out of her opened mouth with no control. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

  That was all she had to say, all that she could form her lips to moan. “Oh! Oh!Oh! Oh!”

  His cock sent her into overdrive. An intense numbness started at her toes, she was so close to being shoved over the edge for the second time, and hoped to God that he was close, cause she had nothing else left in her.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  “God Diana, you’re…” He didn’t finish his sentence but with three harder, deep thrusts he finished in her. Their moans intermingled into one long sound, and he panted.

  Diana’s heart raced and she felt weightless, like she could float right up to the clouds. Unlike every man she’d been with before, Asher didn’t immediately remove himself from her body. He traced circles into the flesh of her back. It sent shivers through her.

  He stayed in her, though she didn’t know why.

  She liked it.

  It was intimate.

  Sexy.

  Like he didn’t need to disengage from her. It made her feel like he wanted her, even after his dick was done.

  He kissed her down the spine. “You’re the boss.”

  She laughed in a hoarse, after-sex way. “You’re obligated to say that when you’re dick is still inside of me.”

  “No. I mean it.”

  “They all do,” she whispered.

  “I’m not all men.”

  “Maybe, you’re not.”

  He pulled out of Diana, turned her over, grasped her jaw, and brought that lovely face close to him. “I’m not like any man you’ve ever known. I’m your favorite nightmare and your worst dream all in one. I’m everything you shouldn’t want. And you’re everything I need. Everything I don’t deserve.”

  She swallowed though her throat was scratchy and raw. He spoke with such confidence. And although, she believed him, she needed a moment to recoup.

  “Coffee,” she blurted out.

  Shock fell over his face. “Huh?”

  “I need coffee,” she said.

  He brushed her black curls away and kissed her forehead. “You want coffee?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.” He kissed her forehead, and it reminded her of how Neil would do it long ago, when they first got married. If Diana hadn’t missed that part of marriage so much, she might’ve been creeped out. But it felt right with Asher. Everything did.

  And that scared her.

  “Oh, I need to tell you something,” Asher said. “There was another murder tonight. I heard it on the police scanner on the way home from the office.”

  Diana sat up straight. “What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

  “And miss out on the chance to fuck you senseless? No thanks. It didn’t feel like the right time.” Asher climbed out of the bed. Moonlight seeped in from the window and hit his skin. The layers of muscle on his back flexed as he stretched.

  God, he’s a thing of beauty.

  He turned back to her. “I just wanted you to know, because I think you forget this creep is still out there. Still killing.”

  Diana shook her head. “Jesus. I have to get to the office. I need to get a jump on this story.”

  “No, you need to stay right here for the night where it’s safe. Tomorrow, in the daylight, you can investigate to your heart’s content.”

  She loathed being treated like a fragile child. Like a woman who didn’t know the dangers facing her. But if everything went according to plan, she’d have Cupid in her sights soon enough.

  She gave up, and relaxed in that warm bed of his, relishing in his scent as it clung to the sheets. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

  He kissed her on the forehead. “Of course I am.”

  Asher left Diana naked and trembling in her post-sex nerves.

  Wait a minute. He didn’t even put any clothes on, before leaving his bedroom and running downstairs.

  She was sure his staff had seen him naked plenty of times, he probably was not the type of man to care, but Diana wasn’t that comfortable yet.

  I’ll grab one of his shirts and put it on, since he clearly won’t be using any.

  She climbed out of his immaculate bed and stalked toward the closet.


  What does a man like Asher Bishop have in his closet?

  She opened the door and stuck her head in. It was an enormous space, one that would make any shopping freak orgasm. There was a walk way in the center that stretched out at least severn to ten feet. Shelves of shoes, hooks with ties, and clear compartments for other accessories sat on the right. Hanging clothes stood on the right, full of everything any well-dressed man could imagine—designer suits, high-brand sportswear, expensive casual items, and more and more.

  In the middle, there was a little string that she pulled. It cast an orangey glow into the spacious area.

  Rows and rows of suits in various shades of black and gray and navy hung meticulously. Freshly pressed shirts all in color coordinated waves. She fingered the fabric as she moved to the end of the closet.

  A long mirror hung on the back of the wall. But something was odd, instead of it remaining stuck all the way to the wall. There was a gap, as if the mirror served more as a door to a compartment.

  And that’s where I bet, Mr. Bishop keeps all of his porn. Hmmmm. What type of naughty things do you hide in your closet?

  Walking all the way to the back, she clasped her hands on the edge of the mirror and pulled it back. A black curtain hung behind it. She parted the thick, velvet fabric away. Confusion caught her first, than curiosity.

  What is that?

  Thin metal poles hung in front of her. She dragged her gaze down to their bottoms, and gasped when she spotted their sharpened tips. They sparkled in the closet’s dim lightening.

  Arrows. No. Fuck. No. Those are not arrows.

  Fear pumped through her veins. A booming sounded in her ears. She glanced back, real quick, and strained to hear if Asher was coming.

  Arrows. Those are arrows. Why are those arrows. Fuck.

  She shook, so hard her teeth chattered. Her curiosity bit at her and she touched one and then pulled back, the sharp edge tearing at her flesh. Blood pooled at the tiny wound and droplets landed on the white carpet by her feet.

  No. God, please no.

  She was all alone, in the back of Asher’s closet, and he kept arrows there. Checking behind her once again, she risked a further look, lifted her shivering fingers, pushed away the arrows, and touched the dark object laying behind them.

  A polished, steel bow.

  Next to it sat a bag of arrows, the silver tips sparkling.

  No… this can’t be.

  Something compelled her to look away, though she wanted to memorize every inch of what she was seeing, in case she was dreaming. But her eyes gravitated toward something else that hung on a tiny shelf above the arrows.

  Black gloves.

  No, no, no. This is all wrong.

  Asher’s whistling sounded behind her, his footsteps came next.

  Fuck.

  In a rush, she pushed the mirror back, stumbled to the light’s rope, pulled it, rushed out of the now dark closet, and breathed hard in and out, as she raced over to the bed.

  He has a bow and arrows.

  His whistling came closer. He rounded the corner, right before she could get back in the bed. For some reason, she froze right there with her mouth open, unable to say anything.

  Why would he have the gloves? I know why.

  God, I know why.

  Seventeen

  Cupid

  “Is everything okay?” Asher asked.

  “Y-yes. Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? I’m just fine.” She cleared her throat.

  They stood there, and stared at each other.

  “What were you doing?” Asher asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Your naked and standing next to the bed.”

  “You’re naked with a tray of coffee and standing next to the doorway.”

  “Okay,” he said.

  What’s wrong?

  “Umm. So. . .” She rushed past him. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Where are you going?” He turned around and did his best to not rattle the tray holding both of their cups of coffee.

  He’d requested something special from Grace who, for some reason, was beyond ecstatic with Diana staying at the house. She’d even given him an array of delights to take back to her. Along with the two cups of coffee, there were several spices and flavorings. Tiny cups of cinnamon, brown sugar, honey, and caramel. Cubes of chocolate rested on one plate. Tiny pastries and globes of melon sat on another.

  A blood red rose lay right at the top of the tray.

  “Diana?” Asher called louder as she continued out of the bedroom. “Diana!”

  “Yes?” She paused in the doorway and slowly glanced over her shoulder.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I. . .just thought that I should clean up in my room.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Why not?” She took a step out of the doorway.

  The movement caught him off guard. He wrinkled his forehead.

  Something is different. Or is it just me? She did just lose her husband. Maybe, she feels weird or even worse. . .guilty. Does she still consider herself married? Is this adultery to her? I wish I could kill Neil again.

  “I’ll be right back.” She headed away.

  “Wait.”

  She stopped and slowly turned around again, laying her hands to the side and clenching her fingers in and out.

  What’s going on?

  He glanced down at her feet. Instead of in a relaxed position, she kept them in a guarded stance—far apart with the heel up on the foot that was closest to me.

  It had to be his mind playing tricks on him in some way, because she looked like she was ready to attack.

  Something is wrong. What changed? Did I do something? Is it me or Neil’s ghost?

  “Relax.” He backed up to the dresser, set the tray on top, picked up the rose, and brought it to her. “I just wanted to give you this.”

  Diana didn’t even look down at the flower. Instead, she stared at his face, as if she was gazing at him for the first time.

  Why is she looking at me like that? Was the sex that good. . .or that bad?

  Asher held the rose in front of her.

  Yet, still, she just stared at him.

  “Diana?”

  “What?” She blinked and edged back. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

  “Do you not like roses?” He gestured to the one in his hand.

  “I do.” She kept her hands to her sides. “I’ll enjoy that beautiful . . .gift, after my shower.” She inched back some more. “Okay?”

  He twisted the rose’s stem in his fingers. “Okay.”

  She walked away, and he watched her every shivering step. Counting each time her foot shook as it hit the ground.

  He’d seen many scared women walk away from him. Every time he let a girl go before he killed the man that she was unlucky to be harmed by.

  They’d all rushed off on quivering feet.

  Just like Diana did in that very moment.

  Even his mother had started walking away from him in the same manner. It was after the third husband. She became afraid of him, her own son. After the third husband, even she had had that same rush in her steps, in the times that she feared him.

  I don’t know what’s going on, but things will not change, Diana. Whether it’s Neil’s ghost or something to do with me, you will be mine for as long as I need you to be.

  “Diana!”

  She jumped and twisted around, edging back a little and never truly stopping her path away from him. “Y-yes.”

  He forced himself to smile at her. “Have a good shower.”

  Diana widened her eyes. “Thanks.”

  She said nothing else, turned back around, and picked up her pace.

  Interesting. She’s terrified. Why?

  Darkness swarmed in his chest, but he pushed it at bay. There was no need to worry too much with her. They'd made love.

  But he could smell her panic in the air.

  Something else has to be going on.

/>   This was why he didn’t deal with women too much. They were all so complex, each one with their own puzzle and convoluted clues. Before Diana, no women’s brain-teasing confusions had been worth him solving. He played their games for a night or two, and then went about his way.

  Diana was different.

  He’d spend the rest of his life, piecing together every inch of her.

  Let’s see if I can do my own investigation on Miss Prized Reporter.

  She slammed the door behind her, and he walked off to the staircase and headed down to the first floor.

  The rose remained in his hand, as he hurried to his closet, put on some pants, and headed to his hidden security room.

  It took him no time to get there. Most didn’t know it existed, only the house manager and head of security. Neither had the code for the door, and both needed permission to ever review a necessary tape. Too many things occurred in his house, and by his hand. Half of the time, he kept the recording for his own records.

  He got to the black, metal door and pressed in his mother’s birthday.

  A beep sounded, and then a click. The door opened, and he headed in, right as it closed behind him.

  Should I even do this? Maybe, I am just a little off. Our minds are the creators of our reality. Diana’s anxiety could all be in my head.

  Disruptive thoughts plagued his mind.

  Eight TV screens stood in front of him. Each one displayed a different part of his property for ten seconds and then shifted to another camera. Every room had a mini-camera in the ceiling. Even more devices were nailed in the trees all over the grounds.

  No one would come or leave without him knowing it.

  Asher turned on the left control panel, switched the monitor next to him to operator. In this mode, he could focus on one camera’s recordings, focus in on the person in the room, or pull back. Additionally, he could rewind and play what had already been recorded.

  He found his bedroom’s camera and rewound the recording back to several minutes ago.

  On the screen, Diana and he lay on the bed, their bodies entangled against each other as they moved together in perfect rhythm. Lust soared to his groin.

  God, what am I doing? I should be running run up there and taking Diana in the shower.

  Her pussy had been heaven. There was no other way for him to say it. No matter how much heavenly words one used to describe that flesh between her legs, none could compare to the raw truth.