The watch

Chapter 2: Space

The show started at six. I had to be there at five. That meant staying the whole day at work. Stacy added a few touches to what I was originally wearing, claiming it was too plain.

I grumbled a bit, but stopped dead when Stacy subtly reminded me of the sewers. I shuddered. When she was done, it was five fifty eight. Time to start. The music began and Stacy sashayed on stage, taking her sweet time. She had several guys drooling over her, more than I probably could.

Not that it mattered (I'm a married woman!).

She turned on her heel, and took her time coming back. It was my turn. Okay Ashley, you can do this. I willed steel into my veins and walked out after Stacy came back in. I took my time, just as she'd done, and watched the heads turn. "Damn," some dude muttered quietly and was instantly hushed as I made my way down the catwalk.

I turned slowly, and flashed a sugary sweet smile on the audience. I knew I looked innocent for a second until I twisted that smile into a sultry smile.

The audience cheered, when I was done. Anastasia "accidentally" smacked into my shoulder. She was graceful on the stage, like a bird. Then Kirsten went on. She rocked that stage and had everyone, mostly guys, screaming her name.

She had long black hair and emerald and jade  green eyes. She turned on her heel as practiced and be over, giving the audience a good view of her ass.

Then the lingerie models at the table stood at the table and peeled off their expensive dresses. They had on black and white lace, matching the piano player's as she too tore off her dress.

She began to play a slow song, one that had the models swaying their hips. One model climbed onto a table onto her knees. She slowly bent backwards until her head touched the table.

Several people cheered for her. Anastasia and Kirsten sashayed out followed by Stacy and I. We took a deep bow, showing off our cleavage.

***

After the show, I went home in my lingerie exhausted. Lyle gritted his teeth when he saw me. "Good evening." I said to him. "Good evening, Ashley." He walked to me and pressed me to him. I bit my lip, my hands sliding up his chest. "Hmm, I'm kinda sad I didn't go." Lyle said, nuzzling my ear. "I asked you to." I said to him.

He kissed me just below my ear, as his fingers tickled my bare stomach. I pulled away slightly. Lyle's lips travelled lower, to the swell of my breast. I blushed a deep red. Lyle palmed my breast, kissing my neck again.

I tilted my head back as he slowly pulled my corset lower. I took in a deep breath. He freed me of my corset. "You know, Lyle anytime you want to go ahead and fuck me senseless..." He chuckled darkly, and lowered his head to my breast.

And at the first stroke of his tongue...

Someone knocked at the door. I groaned and pulled up my corset. Lyle smirked as I went to go get the door. I saw a streak of red before Anastasia was in the house.

"What the..?" I said. She moved so fast. She was now spreading files and pictures on my dining room table. "Here are the new files for our next scheduled modeling." She said briskly. I shut the door. "Anastasia. What are doing- wait. How do you know where I live?" "Jason told me." She said. Then she turned to me. "Now we..." She noticed Lyle and smiled in a seductive way. "Um.." I said as she moved closer to him. "Hello. Who are you?" "My husband." I answered before Lyle could.

"Oh." Anastasia said. She turned to me. "We'll have to go over this another day then." Her tone was clipped. She gathered her stuff an left as quickly as she'd come. I winced as the door slammed.

Lyle stood next to me and kissed me. "Another time then." He said and brushed his lips on my cheek. "Maybe five seconds from now," I breathed as he kissed my neck. His hands pulled down my corset to my hips.

He kissed his way down to the tip of my breast and groaned against my skin. I moaned, dragging my fingers through his hair. And then he bit me. Not hard, but it still hurt in a way. A good way.

He flicked his tongue over my nipple causing me to yank on the golden strands of his hair. And fuck, I wanted more. So I pulled Lyle's face to mine. As our lips met, he pressed me to him. He dug his fingers into my hips painfully, causing me to cry out.

Oh, Lyle. Oh, Lyle. What was I going to do with him? What was he going to do with me? I felt him move his hands back up my waist again. I bit my lip as he pressed my back to the wall.

He fpulled away.  "Why'd you stop?" I breathed. He wrapped his arms around me. "You look very tired." Lyle said in my ear.  "Maybe I'm not anymore." I said seductively. Lyle chuckled. "You forget, Ashley, I've known you your entire life."

I smiled. "So what if I'm tired," I whispered before brushing my lips on his. His arms tightened around me, then relaxed. "I'll wait until you're fully rested." Lyle said, kissing my neck. I rolled my eyes.

He pulled away and I walked to our room. I stripped naked before changing into other lacy things. I collapsed onto the bed with a huff.

***

When I awoke, it was dark and I knew I should have still been asleep, but I was wide awake. I was awake because of my stupid, lust filled dreams. I tuned in the bed to search for Lyle but he wasn't there.

I went to the door and opened it. I quickly ran my hands though my hair as I noticed the kitchen light was on. I pushed open the door and the smell of hot chocolate wafted around my nose. "Mmm," I breathed in the smell of the heavenly chocolate. 

Lyle was at the stove with a mug of hot chocolate in his hands.   I came and stood next to him. "Hello." I said to him. He set down his mug. And smirked. "So Ashley, how was your sleep?" He said in a teasing tone.

Oh crap.

"Um, good?" I said. He smiled wider. "I wasn't.. Talking in my sleep.. Right?" Lyle grinned. "I specifically liked the part where you-" I left the kitchen, mortified.  "Oh gosh." I moaned, placing my hands my face.

I heard Lyle wash his cup and then he turned off the light. He walked out and felt along the wall for me. His hand trailed down my waist before pulling away.  I followed him to our room.

He laid on then sheets and sighed. "Goodnight," I said. His response was a muffled groan.
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Hey dudes and dudettes, how are you feeling today, cause my day kinda sucked.

I absolutely love Nick Jonas. He is bae😘😍.

So I made the title of this chapter Space and that was why I chose this song. My cousin used to love this song, used to play it all the time. It would get on my nerves, but it eventually grew on me when she told me who made it.

Now I am in love with the song! Only because of Nick Jonas. I also chose this song because Ashley is afraid to "do it" with Lyle and she subtly asks him for space which he gladly gives. Ashley's dreams though. . .

That's all for today, peoples! See you next thyme!

(Ha, ha see what I did there? Another one of my lame puns.😋😘)