Ahs Dandy Novels & Stories

"Never lost a bet?" "Yes Sir." Henry nodded his head, his finger placed on his chin as he scrutinized the group of men. "What's the name of the dude with a goaty beard? " Damon went silent for a moment, he didn't know why Henry was so interested in them. "His name is Asher. If you don't mind Sir, I have some other customers to attend to. Please may I leave?" Damon pleaded, his hands shaking slightly as he spoke. Henry nodded his head, he had gotten all the information that he needed to know and he was of no use anymore.

“Naughty girl. Letting another man flirt with what belongs to your Daddies.” Smack. Dante’s hand came down hard on her ass. Ashley cried out, jolting forward. “Count them,” Dante ordered. “On-one…” she gasped. He spanked her again and again—ten firm, stinging slaps that left her ass glowing red and her thighs slick with arousal. By the end she was whimpering, grinding helplessly against his thigh. Nico unzipped his pants and freed his thick cock, stroking it slowly. “Ride my thigh, princess. Show us how sorry you are.”

Ashley frowned, pursing her lips in annoyance. A few minutes later, Dane emerged from the closet. He had changed into a different outfit that made him look younger than he actually was. He wore loose black pants, a fitted grey tank top, and a black leather jacket thrown casually over it. He looked like one of those dangerous street gangsters, and much to her annoyance, she caught herself admiring how well it suited him. “We can take a moment for you to admire me properly. Anything for my lady,” he teased, snapping her attention away from his body.

“Asher was sweet.” I blinked. “Asher?” “Yes.” “Our Asher?” A sad smile touched his mouth. “Our Asher.” I stared at him, unable to connect the current Asher, the dagger-twirling, shameless, dangerous madman who offered his lust and revenge honeymoons, with the word sweet. Dax must have seen the disbelief on my face because his smile grew sadder.

he paused, his eyes giving the whole nonchalant look. “Yes sir,” I responded with my eyes rolled, which he seemed to have caught. “So you Blondie,” his fingers right in front of me, “You are Ethan right” he asked, his tone rude. “Yeah” Well, I guess Mr Cliff really meant it, when he said we would be treated normally at the bottom of the barrels huh. “And you must be the Asher, we have heard a lot about here,” his smirked, his tone still rude as hell. “Yes, I'm Asher,” Asher responded with a smile, feeling unfazed with Dane's rude behaviour, which was surprisingly deemed down as he stared at Asher.

Darius asks from his spot on the couch. “Nah. Ash doesn’t do girlfriends,” he says matter-of-factly. He runs his hand through his long, poorly kept hair and drops in the chair next to me. “When is curtain call? I hate being late for a good show,” he asks excitedly. His outfit matches his overly casual style- a pair of dark jeans, black boots, a black charcoal button-down shirt, with a patterned vest. It suits him.

"I am offering you a chance to resume your life without the responsibilities of caring for a child who is not yours," Ahsan replied with deadly calm—in direct contrast to the fury flashing in her eyes. "You are young and extraordinarily beautiful," he observed clinically, his voice devoid of emotion. "And, since my brother’s death, single." Although he would bet his personal fortune that she would not remain so for long, he thought grimly, watching the faint tremor of her lower lip and imagining the velvet softness of her mouth beneath his. "I imagine dating with a toddler in tow could be rather... inhibiting," he sarcastically remarked.

This man can be her subject tonight for her experiment. Maybe he is better than the candy daddy and he can be her new daddy. Can she call him whiskey daddy? Maybe?? Inner world cringe. Maybe she is drunk at all. Candace moans and grinds harder onto his length as he squeezes her soft breast. He keeps humming against their kiss and it makes her wet more. As if they are all alone on that dance floor, their bodies press onto each other more with every second. The position gets harder for Candace to keep kissing as her back pressed onto his front, but she doesn't care. She turns her head to her right as much as she can and takes what she can take.

Ash had never seen her before but he could tell that she was a Landers due to the luxury she had on her. Merely looking at her, Ash could say this was not one like the calm Landers that he met, Daisy, who had him interrogated. This one was saucy, with an attitude. She looked to be the female duplicate of Ivan Landers. Ash wanted to ask who she was then he spotted her customized car plate, she was Katty Landers.

I'm utterly dumbfounded. On the other hand, Ashar is looking casual and relaxed with a small smile playing on his lips. He is in sapphire blue, cotton shirt, slightly wrinkled and his black blazer hanging on his arm. His rolled up sleeves are indicating that he is standing here for quite some time. The sapphire blue color is making him look fairer and smarter. His dark hair are falling over his forehead, almost touching his brows. That fringe haircut is giving him a different, boyish look.