[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce

Ash’s pov ; My legs felt like jelly as I awkwardly climbed onto him with my legs on either of him. I was hyper-aware of his strong thighs, the bulge straining against his pants even though he wasn’t hard.

As I settled on his lap, my own cock pressed against his abs, while adjusting myself properly, my hips slightly grinded down on him and the friction sent an enticing chill through my entire body.

His hands add the pressure on my hips causing me to exhale a spin-chilling breath.

But as I waited for him to go further with his dangerous and tempting actions, he suddenly picked me up, positioning me on the couch with my ass in the air. "Don’t move," he ordered his voice firm.

Confused and vulnerable, I watched as he smoothly moved to his desk, rummaging through one of the cabinets.

I heard the unmistakable sound of something being opened and then Elijah was back at my side. He held an ointment in his hand. Before I could ask what he was doing, he slapped my ass, the sharp sting making me flinch.

"Why did you move?" he scolded in a breathy tone that made my cock twitch.

"I didn’t move, you bastard!" I cursed loudly, glaring at him over my shoulder.

"Oh, so you’re accusing me of deliberately spanking you?" He opened the ointment, the cold air from the office brushing against my exposed skin.

Adjusting my hips once again, he spread my cheeks apart. "Your hole looks red and swollen," he commented casually as if discussing the weather.