Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
ASHER
Anabelle stills in front of the drawer. Probably wondering if she should say the safe word or trust me. It only takes the space of a heartbeat for her to decide, and the moment she decides to trust me, her body relaxes, the tension melting away.
That’s almost as big of a turn-on as when she had her red lips wrapped around me.
I was about to blow and couldn’t take it anymore, so I dragged her in here.
I want to be inside her when I spill my seed, and there’s no way any of the savages in that room are ever getting a look at her pussy. No, that’s all for my viewing pleasure.
I’ll probably hear about it from my brothers, but I didn’t technically break any rules. There’s enough on camera of Anabelle debasing herself to meet the initiation requirements.
She picks up the knife and walks it back over to me.
“Step closer.”
She does as I say, and my dick twitches, still exposed in my splayed open pants. She’s been so perfect tonight, so trusting, so obedient.
The corner of my lips tilts up slightly. “Don’t move.”
Before she can even respond, I dip a finger in between her cleavage and pull the fabric out and away from her body, then slice through the leather straps that weave in and out of the grommets, holding the bustier together.
The knife and the garment drops to the floor in a silent thud because of the music.
She gasps, and it turns into a moan when my hands find the weight of her breasts.
Her perfect fucking breasts that I’ve imagined when I jerked off more times than I care to admit.
They’re natural and the perfect size for the proportions of her body.
Her nipples are a deep cherry color and puckered as though they’re begging for my attention.
“I was too impatient to unravel all that,” I say.
I pinch her nipples, and she arches her back at the sensation, and her mouth drops open.
“Go over to the chaise.” I point to my left where the black leather piece of furniture is. One that’s specifically designed for sex.
It’s always reminded me of rolling waves, with the top curve on the one end coming up to a woman’s stomach and the one at the far end about half as high as that with a dip in the middle.
She does as I say and walks over there, awaiting further instructions.
See? Perfect.
I slowly walk over, and I drop to my haunches, pulling the leather thong down her legs.
The scent of her arousal hits me, and I briefly close my eyes behind the mask, taking it in.
It reminds me of that night in the garden when I devoured her—something I plan to do again, but not tonight.
Tonight, I need to feel her tight heat surrounding my cock while I own her pussy.
I discard the thong on the floor and stand. “We’ll leave the boots on.”
When I smirk, her chest heaves, an unconscious request for me to touch her. But rather than fondle her tits, I place a thumb and forefinger on her chin and force her to look at me.
“You look so pretty, red lipstick smeared all over your face from taking my cock. Tear tracks down your face.”
Her dark eyes glitter in the dim light of the room. I can see the pride swell in her chest.
“You’ve made me very happy. As a reward, I’m going to let you come now with my cock inside you. Would you like that?”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
“Turn around and bend over the high end of the chaise.”
She does as I say, and I leave her in that position to wonder when I might sink into her.
For now, I’m content to look at her while I shed my pants and shoes.
Once I’m naked and behind her, I gently run my hand over her ass cheek.
There’s still a red tinge to her skin from being hit with the flogger.
I fist my dick in my hand, jerking while I enjoy the aftermath of my work.
Next time we’ll try the paddle or a cane if I think she can handle it. I can’t wait to get a spreader bar on her.
God, there’s so much I want to do to this woman it’s going to be hard to refrain from fucking around with her between club weekends. But it’s necessary to put some parameters in place, otherwise I’d be inside her all day every day.
I run my finger through her already soaked folds, humming deep in my chest when I bring it to my mouth.
My cock is so fucking hard right now that I can’t deny myself any longer.
I position myself at her entrance, then push slowly inside her, watching as her pussy surrounds my thick cock, pulling me in.
After a few strokes, I’m fully seated inside her.
I spread her ass cheeks and watch as I pull out.
There’s not much she can do to move in this position because her upper body is pointing down, following the curve of the furniture.
But I watch, as I drive into her again and again, as her hands search for anything to hang on to.
My cock is coated in her pleasure, glistening, and it drives me on. I smack her ass hard with my hand, watching as the handprint blooms to life on her pale skin. She moans into the leather beneath her, and I do it again on the other side.
Gripping her hips in my hands, I drive in and out of her, my cock harder than ever. When the tingling in the bottom of my spine starts, I pull all the way out, needing to see her pleasure before my own.
“Turn over.”
I help her ease herself up, and I turn her hips in my hands, lifting her until she’s seated on the end, then I gently push her until she’s head down, her back on the curve of the chair. She’s like a feast splayed out for my pleasure.
Using my hands on her knees, I splay her legs wide and sink into her. Anabelle moans, arching her back and cupping her breast with her hand. I hold her legs out as I take her again, enjoying being face to face.
She’s in rapture, and I hook her legs around my waist and bring my thumb to her swollen clit. She cries out. I feel the first flutters of her orgasm around my cock, and I double down on my efforts, circling her clit with the pad of my thumb as I keep easing in and out of her.
Her back arches as much as allowed in this position, and her body tries to milk my cock. Through sheer force of will, I prevent that from happening. Because I’m not satisfied with just one orgasm. I want another.
I ease up on her clit as she comes down from her orgasm, but before she’s finally down, I return my thumb to her pleasure point and snake my hand up her torso until I’m squeezing her tit. “Think you can take another one?”
Her head rocks side to side on the leather. “No, sir. No, sir, I can’t.”
“Have a little faith in yourself, pet.” Then I send her flying again, twisting hard on her nipple.
She cries out, sounding near sobbing this time, and it’s such a beautiful sight to see. So beautiful that I can’t hold off anymore.
I push into her one final time and hold myself there as I spill inside her, not daring to pull out until every last drop of my seed is spent.
Reluctantly, I pull out of her. Watching myself leak out of her, I stand and catch my breath.
The vision will be seared in my brain for eternity.
I have to fight the urge to reach out and shove my cum back inside her.
I walk over to the robe Anabelle was wearing earlier, then help her up. She’s spent. I can tell by the way she’s not saying anything.
Once I’ve wrapped her in the robe and pulled my pants back on, I pick her up. She doesn’t protest, just leans her head against my chest and closes her eyes. It opens up some tender part of me I didn’t know even existed until now, and suddenly all I want to do is take care of this woman.
Anabelle falls asleep on the trek from the basement through the manor to my room. She doesn’t even wake when I lay her on my bed to go ready a bath for her. I debate just bringing her to her room and letting her sleep, but I can’t do it.
I went hard on her ass, and I need to make sure she’s okay. The whole experience was unlike any I’ve had before. Not because I’ve never had great sex, but because I feel territorial over her.
Usually when I fuck women, in the basement or otherwise, I have no tether to them. I couldn’t care less if I’m sharing her with someone or if she went and fucked someone else right after me. I don’t care if everyone in the place is watching.
But with Anabelle, it was different. I hated that I had to do any of that with an audience. I want to keep her all to myself. The idea of someone else getting to see her come or see her naked makes me want to lose control.
Like that piece of shit Preston Wallace. We need to talk about that night again. As much as I don’t want to upset Anabelle, I need to clear up a few things, to be sure.
Once the bath is drawn, I return to the bedroom and find Anabelle right where I left her, curled up on her side now. My mask is sitting on my dresser where it will stay until I return it to my safe, and I’ve ditched the leather pants for a pair of lounge pants.
I give her shoulder a shake. “Anabelle, wake up. It’s time for a bath.”
Her eyes flutter open, then her deep brown eyes, flecked with gold, look at me.
“C’mon. Let’s get you in the bath.”
She’s groggy still, but she lets me sit her up so her legs hang off the edge of the bed. I get down on my haunches and slide the zipper at the back of one of her boots down then slide it off, then repeat the motion with the other.
Anabelle stands, and I loosen the tie around her waist until the robe falls open. I slide it off her shoulders, so it flutters to the floor. Her hand comes up to cover her breasts, and I pull it away.
“Why are you hiding from me?” I search her face for answers.
She shrugs, cheeks growing red. “I don’t know.”
I tilt her chin up with my thumb and forefinger. “I’ve seen it all.” Despite myself, a smile forms on my face.
“It feels different here…” She looks around my room. “In this environment.”