Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Asad
Watching Morgan writhe in painful orgasm from having a belt applied to her spread pussy, Asad’s cock pushed against the front of his pants, straining to reach the gorgeous redhead.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. And she loved the belt.
He pressed his hand down hard enough on her mouth to keep her in place and muffle her cries, making sure she was still able to breathe through her nose without any problems.
She was staring up at the ceiling with wide, glazed eyes, filled with sparkling tears that slid from the corners of her eyes down into her hair, all while shuddering in abject ecstasy. Fucking perfection.
Then she blinked, awareness returning to her gaze through the erotic haze. Asad smiled as she slumped, panting. He lifted his hand from her mouth, enjoying the bit of lace peeking between her pouting lips. It was the little things in life.
However, he wasn’t going to enjoy it very long because he wanted in her mouth.
Dropping the belt onto the bed for the moment, he grasped her shoulders to spin her, pulling her to the side until her head was hanging off the bed.
Tugging the panties from her lips, he freed his erection with his other hand.
Morgan moaned as he reached out to fondle one of her sore breasts, his fingers rubbing over the welts the belt had left behind.
Her nipples were tightly budded on the tips of her breasts, a much darker pink than they had been before.
She moaned again as he pinched one while placing the tip of his dick at her lips.
The moan was cut off as he thrust in, sliding his dick between her lips as her tongue danced over the top of it.
This wasn’t a position he’d want to keep her in for too long, but the good news was, he wasn’t going to last very long. If that could be considered good news, which it probably was for Morgan’s airway.
The hot suction of her mouth around his dick while he played with her breasts was pure fucking heaven.
She wrapped her hands around his body to stabilize herself in the precarious position, holding on to him just enough to help keep her more comfortable.
If she needed to safeword, she’d give him a double tap where she was touching him.
Though, since it was Morgan, he was extra aware of what he was doing. There was always the worry she wouldn’t safeword, even when she needed to, though it hadn’t yet been an actual problem.
So, he enjoyed himself, using her mouth, playing with her breasts, enjoying her body for several long minutes while his need mounted higher and higher.
Slick heat surrounded his dick, her low moans creating a humming vibration as he pushed into her throat, the muscles convulsing around the tip of his cock, her body spread out before him…
his to play with, to torment, to use. Her fingers dug into his ass, nails scraping his skin.
“Fuck, Red…” He thrust, shuddering as his balls tightened in reaction. “I’m going to cum.”
A low hum answered him, her suckling intensifying in encouragement. He groaned, thrusting hard, careful not to bang her head against the bed but using her mouth with vigor. His hands closed around her breasts, fingers tightly pinching her nipples as his pleasure surged.
“Fuck!” He slid in deep until her lips were against the root of his cock, the full length buried in her mouth and throat as the hot bliss gripped him. Pulse after pulse of sweet release went straight down Morgan’s throat while he shuddered with pure pleasure.
It was everything he’d been wanting, craving, since the moment they’d gotten into the car.
But he wasn’t done yet.
As his dick softened between her lips, he bent forward, leaning over her body to slide his tongue into her pussy.
A classic sixty-nine position. He felt her gasp around his half-hard cock, felt the shudder of her body beneath his as he tongued her clit.
The little nub was still swollen from the lash of the leather, extra sensitive from her orgasm, and she writhed as he sucked it into his mouth.
He could feel her gasps around his dick, making it twitch as another ripple of pleasure swept through him like an aftershock. It didn’t matter that he’d just cum; feeling her reaction was like an aphrodisiac. He fucking loved it.
He loved being able to do this. To give her what she needed. What she craved.
He hadn’t realized how constrained he’d felt about scening with her at the clubs until now. He’d always enjoyed the scenes they’d done together, but he hadn’t truly felt able to do whatever he wanted with her. Hadn’t felt like he could push any of her limits.
Because someone was always watching.
Usually several someones.
Watching and waiting to step in when they deemed someone had gone too far.
The realization made him even more determined to give Morgan what she needed this week.
If he’d been holding back with her, just a little, he could only imagine it had been a lot worse with the other Doms who cared what other people thought.
Not that Asad didn’t care… he just didn’t care as much as most people.
Feeling her shudder and relax beneath him as her orgasm subsided, Asad straightened, pulling his cock free of her mouth.
Morgan didn’t move. He didn’t panic because her chest was rising and falling with slow, steady breaths, but he didn’t want to leave her head hanging at that angle if she’d fallen asleep.
“Up you go, Red,” he murmured, curling his arm under her head and the other around her knees to move her around on the bed.
“Mmm.” She snuggled in against his shoulder.
Which felt… nice.
Aftercare was not his forte, but he did know what to do.
He just didn’t usually enjoy it. It usually felt like a trap.
As though intimate aftercare was where submissives started to get confused about what the relationship was.
Asad veered toward doing the bare minimum, then jetting out of there as soon as his sub’s needs were taken care of.
But there was nowhere for him to go.
Then again, it was Morgan. It wasn’t as if he needed to worry she was going to suddenly start thinking or wishing they were in a relationship just because of a little cuddling. Hell, they were sleeping in the same bed all week. And she knew the score.
Morgan
That had been…
Morgan shivered, even though she could hardly be cold when she was curled up next to Master Asad. He was hot, and not just on an attractiveness scale. He physically ran warmer than she did. With the air conditioning running high, the room was cold, but next to him, she barely felt it.
No, her shiver had everything to do with the sensations still tingling over her skin. Everything hurt in the most delicious way possible. Her ass. Her breasts. Between her legs. Her throat felt raw, her lips bruised. She was tingling and smarting all over.
He hadn’t held back at all.
“How are you feeling, Red?” Master Asad asked, running his fingers through her hair and pushing it out of her face.
“Good, Sir.” So, so good. Satisfied in a way she hadn’t been in so long.
It wasn’t that she wanted to go back to Master Richard, but some of the things he’d done with her had been things she liked.
Craved. And she hadn’t been getting all of those things since her rescue.
She’d been getting some of them, but not as much as she wanted.
It felt as if she’d been snacking for months and now she’d finally eaten a full meal.
“No need to call me ‘Sir’ anymore, Morgan, scene’s over.” His tone was teasing but firm.
Right.
Asad.
Not Master Asad. Scene was over. She gave her head a little shake.
“I’m good.” She yawned. “Tired. I need to take off my makeup.”
“Okay.”
He moved his hand away from her hair, and she rolled off the shoulder she’d been using as a pillow. Everything felt dreamy. Nice. She glanced back at him. He was frowning, looking down at the bed in front of him around where his feet were under the covers.
Her stomach dropped.
The urge to drop to the floor in supplication and beg for forgiveness for whatever she’d done wrong slammed into her, leaving her breathless. It took physical effort to resist the compulsion.
Asad glanced up at her.
“Everything okay, Red?” He reached out to touch one of her long curls, twisting the end of it around his finger.
Suddenly, she could breathe again. He wasn’t mad at her. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She didn’t need to placate him.
“I was about to ask you that,” she replied, doing her best to sound playful rather than panicked.
“Yeah… just, normally I’m the one slipping out of bed and running away. Feels odd to be on the other side.” He winked at her.
Morgan laughed, the last knots of her tension sliding away. Everything was okay. He wasn’t upset with her, not really.
“I’ll come back,” she said, though the end of it lilted upward in a question. Asad raised his eyebrows at her. She firmed her tone. “I’ll come back.” Because she was going to be sleeping in the bed with him, again.
The thought was more disquieting than before, and as she walked to the bathroom, she pondered the issue. Why did the idea of sleeping beside him feel strange now? Just because they’d had sex?
Yes, just because they’d just had sex.
Because she didn’t get to sleep in a bed with someone she’d just had sex with.
Ouch.
It hadn’t been revealed as an issue yet because she hadn’t gone home with anyone she’d had sex with.
She certainly hadn’t been to anyone’s home to have sex with them, and no one had been to hers.
Her sex life had been carefully confined to either Stronghold or Marquis, and never to the hotel rooms within the latter.
Morgan made a mental note to bring up her discomfort during her appointment with Mistress Julie tomorrow.
She had a feeling the therapist would want to unpack that instinct.
It was a good thing she was discovering these things with Asad.
She would feel awful if he was her real boyfriend, but since he was just her fake boyfriend and secret lover, it didn’t feel like as big a deal that she clearly still had some things to work through.
Doing her nightly routine helped get her into a better frame of mind—the mind of someone who didn’t think it was weird to sleep in the bed with their lover. This was good practice, and that was exactly what Asad was supposed to be. Her fake practice boyfriend.
Squaring her shoulders, Morgan looked at herself in the mirror.
She hadn’t put any clothes on—it seemed pointless, and she was always most comfortable in her own skin, anyway.
Well, she was wearing her bonnet, but that was it.
Looking at the welts across her breasts and turning to see the lines across her ass made her feel a little better.
She couldn’t say why it comforted her to see those marks; she just knew that it did. Maybe one day she and Mistress Julie could work through why, but so far, there had been a lot of other important topics to focus on during their sessions.
Lifting her chin, she headed back out the door into the hotel room—where she was going to sleep in the bed with Asad. Although she hoped she didn’t end up wrapped around him again in the middle of the night. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, especially since they were having sex now.
Especially since everyone else seemed to think she would get the wrong idea if she had sex with him this week. If he thought she was getting attached or emotionally involved, he would probably cut off the orgasms. So, no extra cuddling. Just a practice relationship and real orgasms.
Asad was laying in the bed on his back, his hands behind his head, propping it up along with his pillow. He opened one eye as she walked back into the room, then the other, his gaze traveling over her body with admiration.
“I have to admit, I like that look,” he said, grinning. “There’s something about the silky head thing and no clothes that is very appealing.”
Giggling, Morgan got into the bed. It did feel weird, but she pushed those feelings away.
That was half the point of this fake relationship—getting to practice so when she had a real relationship, she knew what to do and was used to things like this.
Settling onto her side of the bed, she tried to push away the uncomfortable feelings and just relax.
Turning onto his side, Asad stroked her bonnet after she’d pulled the sheets up over herself. There really was an intimacy to being in bed together, doing nothing. No wonder Master Richard hadn’t wanted it.
“So, why do you wear this?” he asked.
“It’s called a bonnet. Naomi introduced me to them.
” She reached up to touch it. “It helps keep my curls from getting frizzy or wild while I’m sleeping.
” Curly hair was a pain in the butt, and Naomi’s hair was far curlier than hers.
She’d never known about bonnets until Naomi, and they had made her life and morning routine a lot easier.
“Huh. Well, it’s cute.” Asad looked at her. She looked at him.
Awkward.
She didn’t know what to do. It didn’t seem like he really did, either.
Maybe because he didn’t normally do sleepovers with his lovers.
That actually seemed very likely and made her feel better.
She wasn’t the only one out of her depth.
Sure, Asad’s reasons for not sleeping with the people he had sex with were different from hers, but it was something they had in common.
Yawning, she stretched and smiled up at him.
“It was a nice day, thank you,” she said. “Good night.”
The expression on his face made her giggle, then his lips quirked into a smile. He shook his head at her.
“Good night.”
Pulling away, he turned over to turn off the light. Snuggling down into the sheets, Morgan was very aware of the large, hot body on the other side of the bed. She wondered if he was naked as well or if he’d put something on while she was in the bathroom. She couldn’t exactly reach over to find out.
Yawning again, she closed her eyes. The soreness of her body, the cool sheets against the warm welts, and the satisfaction of having her needs satisfied lulled her off to sleep in record time.
In her dreams, she moved across a great expanse to snuggle up against a hot man who curled his arms around her and held her tight.