[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 26: Straddle me

Ash’s pov ;

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mind raced, torn between anger and desperation. I hated how he could make me feel so powerless, how he could twist the situation to his advantage. Yet, the thought of reclaiming my career kept me standing there, despite the shame.

My throat felt tight and I struggled to find my voice. "Elijah, this isn’t..."

His expression softened for a brief moment before the cold mask slipped back into place. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

My heart pounded in my ears. Every instinct screamed at me to turn and walk away, to keep my dignity. But I couldn’t. Not if there was a chance, even a small one, to get my life back on track.

With a deep breath, I took a tentative step forward, then another, until I was standing right in front of him. Elijah’s gaze never wavered, and I felt his eyes burning into me, assessing my every move.

Finally, with trembling legs, I lowered myself onto his lap, feeling his hands come up to rest on my hips, holding me in place.

"There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?" he murmured, his breath was hot and it tingled against my cheek. I shivered incessantly, hating how my body wasn’t listening to me and shamelessly reaching to him.

"Now, ask me again," he let out, his voice a dangerous whisper.

I took another deep breath, forcing myself to focus. "Please, Elijah...can I have a chance to audition for the new drama?" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

His grip tightened slightly, his eyes boring into mine and we stared at each other. For a long moment, he said nothing, just watching me squirm. Then, slowly, a smile curved his lips.

"Oh, so that’s why I was being given the special treatment earlier. So, my little actor wants something from me. I feel sad now." his eyes were glistening in a predatory way.

"But I’m glad you came to me instead of just going behind my back and asking someone else. That would’ve made me very angry, and I would’ve been forced to take action." He chuckled, and I could feel the rumble of it through his chest. "And we don’t want that, do we?"

"So, since you asked so nicely, I think we can work something out." He moved his face forward and his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. "As long as you’re willing to do what it takes."

"What does that mean?" I asked in confusion although I had a hint of what he was about to ask.

"It means," he said, his fingers digging into my hips, making me squeeze my shut for a second as I felt a shoved down my spine. "that if you want a shot at this role, you’re going to have to earn it."

"I’m willing to do whatever it takes," I replied, opening my eyes again and giving him a look of determination.

"Good. Because I’m a very demanding boss," His eyes filled with a dark and ominous look and I could feel his body responding to our proximity. My heart thumped so hard I feared it would come out of my throat.

"Let’s start by giving you a preview of what you’ll be doing," He declared in his deep and husky voice. His hands began to slide up my sides. His fingers fondled against my ribs and he cupped my chest in his palms. I gasped as he squeezed it, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"Stand up," he ordered abruptly, retreating his hands suddenly from me.

"Huh?" I blinked in confusion, but didn’t he just ask me to sit on his lap?

Seeing my reaction he smiled and repeated his command. "Stand up, c’mon. Or do you want to keep the show going? I love how desperate you are."

My cheeks flushed, but I obeyed, standing up.

"Now go over there and stand," he pointed to his table.

I already feel suspicious about it. His teasing smile and the glint in his eyes were telling me otherwise.

"What?" I asked again just to be sure I was hearing him right, feeling a sense of dread settling in the pit of my stomach.

"Go on. Stand in front of my desk." He gestured to the large, mahogany desk that dominated the room.

What the fuck does this man want from me?

I walked over to the desk and stood in front of it, feeling incredibly awkward. "Um, now what?"

With a seductive and tempting look, he made his intentions clear which left me utterly shaken.

"Now walk over to me. But do it while stripping your clothes off, one by one."

My eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. "Have you lost your damn mind?"

What kind of kink is that?

He tilted his head slightly like a menace that he is. "Do you not want to free your name from the blacklist?" he asked in a threatening tone. The look on his face was almost maniacal as if daring me to defy him.

I stood speechless. Taking a shameful deep breath, I gave him a last dirty look to which he smirked amusingly.

My hands trembled as they reached for my tie. With a shaky breath, I began to loosen it, feeling the fabric slide through my fingers. Elijah’s eyes never left me, his gaze heavy with anticipation.

Swallowing my pride, I pulled the tie from around my neck and let it fall to the floor. My fingers moved to the buttons of my shirt, unbuttoning them slowly, each one feeling like another piece of my dignity slipping away. I could feel the heat rising to my face, my skin flushing with embarrassment and rage.

As the shirt came off, I could feel Elijah’s eyes on me, devouring every inch of exposed skin. His eyes darkened with lust, roaming over my body. "You’ve kept yourself in good shape, Ash," he commented, his voice dripping with appreciation. "Pity you wasted it by getting blacklisted."

I fought the urge to cover myself, to turn and run. Instead, I forced myself to continue, moving to my belt, the leather slipping through the loops with a soft, shaming sound. Elijah’s gaze grew hungrier, his eyes glowing with a perverse satisfaction.

"Don’t be shy now," he taunted. "We’ve already seen each other at our worst."

My hands shook as I unbuttoned my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I stood there in just my boxers, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than ever before. The weight of his gaze was what made it more unbearable for me, but I couldn’t back down after coming this far.

Elijah leaned forward slightly, his eyes darkening with thirst. "Take those off too," he ordered gently.

Slowly, I reached for the waistband of my boxers. As I pulled them down, Elijah’s eyes followed every movement, his pupils dilating with lust.

"Good boy," he complimented, licking his lips. "Now, come here."

Though I don’t want to admit it, now I could understand his desperation. For some weird reason, this feels a bit exciting.

Naked and shivering, I walked a few steps to where he sat. Standing in front of him, his hands rested on my hips, his touch was cold from the air conditioning, and it erupted goosebumps all over my body. I was painfully aware of how exposed I was, my lower area was right in front of his face.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with sinful pleasure. "You’re quite the sight," he said softly, his hands sliding around to my ass, kneading the flesh. "You should be proud."

I shivered at his touch, a mix of shame and a reluctant thrill running through me. Elijah’s hands were firm, his fingers digging into my skin as he massaged my ass. "You like this, don’t you? Exhibiting your body like this in front of me."

I bit my lip to keep the voices in. "I just want my career back."

"I know your body better than you," His hand slipped between the crack of my ass, and his fingers began stroking the tight ring of muscle there, throwing my nerves into chaos.

"And I think you’re enjoying this more than you should," he continued, his fingers moving with a tantalising rhythm. A heavy gasp of air left my mouth as a tingling sensation travelled throughout my body.

"I can feel you responding to me," he teased, his fingers pressing into my entrance, his touch causing a shockwave of pleasure to radiate from my core. The unbearable tremble in my body caused me to bend over his shoulder, my hands gripping his shoulders instinctively.

"Oh, what’s this? You want me to touch you here?" His finger kept rubbing me but I wanted him to just shove it inside. The shameless thought made me gasp as my muscles contracted around it.

"Angh... n-no!" I tried to say, but the word came out in a breathy moan.

Suddenly, he let go of me, leaving me trembling with unfulfilled need.

He looked up at me, his expression delighted. "No?" he repeated, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Are you sure about that?"

He trailed his fingers along my inner thigh, his touch feather-light and maddening.

"Straddle me."