The table is done. (Emma POV)

“Mmmh, mmmh, mwah…” Asher’s lips separated from a mine, a string of saliva being the only thing connecting the two together.

I was pushed against the wall, his knee slowly teasing my lower half through my shorts. God, I was drenched down there. And even if Asher couldn’t tell, he knew he had me going good.

His hands combed through my hair again, gripping the back of my head tight and taking over my mouth with his once more.

“Mmmh, mmmhhhhh….” I moaned into his mouth as he continued to attack my mouth with his tongue and my sensitive spot with his knee.

I don’t know how long we’ve been doing this, and god I don’t want to stop…

“Mwah-“ He pulled himself away as I breathed heavily, face flushed and panting. He smirked at me, giving me a light kiss on the neck which sent me shivering.

“It’s been an hour.” Asher whispered in my ear, tingling the back of my head. “We should go see your boyfriend now…before he gets suspicious.”

A pang of guilt shot through my body. But even more than that, a wave of disappointment flowed over me. He got me going so much, and he’s going to stop there-

No! It’s good that he stopped there! You let this go on too long!

“Okay.” I meekly replied, shaking myself out of those thoughts. I walked towards the door when suddenly a loud slap echoed through the room and a painful jolt ran through my body, stemming from my ass.

A pain that quickly shot to pleasure.

“Ah~!” I gasped and then clamped my hands over my mouth.

D-did I just moan…from a slap?

“So you like that?” Asher whispered from behind.

My heart was racing. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Out of embarrassment or desire, I couldn’t tell.

“Noted.” Asher smirked, walking past me and opening the door.

I silently followed him, my face red hot from what he just did. I took a deep breath, trying to cool it down as much as possible.

As we approached John in the living room I gave the stinging spot on my butt a little rub, still feeling the impact of that slap.

Why did that feel so good? Was it because I was already turned on? I never thought I’d feel pleasure from a slap…

“Thanks for assembling the table.” Asher smiled, a smug look on his face.

“It’s no problem.” John replied. “What else needs to be done?”

“There’s one box in the kitchen.” Asher nodded towards the kitchen openly attached to the small living room. “But I’ll do that on my own time. As a thank you…”