Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Asad
After a night of dancing, Asad’s feet hurt, yet he wasn’t ready for the night to be over.
It had suddenly hit him that the week was over.
This was his last night with Morgan. Tomorrow, they were going back to Maryland, back to Stronghold and Marquis, back to their own homes where they were just friendly acquaintances who sometimes scened and fucked.
He should have been happy about that. He didn’t want anything more involved than an occasional scene and sex.
Yet there was a part of him that wasn’t thrilled thinking about the difference between how things were now and how they would be back home.
There was no stopping it, though. Soon, they’d be back at the clubs where they wouldn’t be fake girlfriend and boyfriend anymore, which meant no more hand holding, no more casual touches or kisses, no more just hanging out with Morgan or holding her or sleeping next to her.
None of which should be a problem. Those were all good things. That was how it was supposed to be.
He was not going to give any credence to the idea that the reason he was struggling with some feelings was because he and Morgan had been having sex all week.
There was no such thing as a fucking magic vagina.
They’d had sex in the past, both together and with other people.
Hell, he’d seen her having sex with other men and had been just fine with it.
It meant nothing that the thought of her having sex with someone else now made his jaw clench.
Truth be told, this was the closest he’d ever let a woman get to him in years, but it was more of a friendship thing. Friends with benefits. He just wasn’t used to being close friends with a woman, especially a woman he was attracted to, so things were confused. That was all.
This meant they could have one last epic round of sex tonight, end things with a bang, so to speak.
Then tomorrow, he’d drop her off at home, and they’d part ways.
A few nights alone in his own bed, and he’d have his head back on straight.
He might as well enjoy not being alone in a bed while he could.
“Weddings are exhausting,” Morgan said, yawning as Asad closed the door behind them.
“Too exhausting for one more activity?” he asked, striding up to her and pulling her against him so she could feel his erection pressing against her.
Morgan’s eyes widened with delight as she gave a little wriggle, her hands coming up to rest on his chest.
“No, I’m not too exhausted for one more activity.” Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips. Anticipation lit her eyes. Had she thought maybe he’d be done with her now that the wedding was over?
“Oh, good. I would hate for those toys we bought to go unused.” They hadn’t touched the plug or the pussy flogger yet.
“Me, too. What do you want me to do, Sir?” Morgan squirmed against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest just under where her hands rested.
“Let’s play ‘night before the wedding,’ and you’re the virgin bride, but I’m not the groom.” Asad grinned wickedly as her lips opened in surprise.
She blinked, thinking it through for a long moment. If she wanted to do a straight scene, that was fine, but he rather thought she’d enjoy a little role play.
Hopefully, pretending to be different people would help him get out of his head.
“Okay… are you seducing me, or am I protesting?”
Raising his hand to her hair, he twirled his finger around a lock of it.
“Let’s go with seducing since we’re in a hotel room.
” It was the second time she’d brought up doing a consenting non-con scene.
He was definitely going to arrange something for her when they were back home.
Somewhere it wouldn’t matter when she screamed, and he wouldn’t have to muffle the sound with a gag.
“Though if you want to put up a ‘token protest,’ that could be fun.”
Her eyes lit up as if she’d just gotten an idea. She pushed her hands against his chest, though she wasn’t really trying to push away.
“Oh no, Asad, we can’t…”
“Shhh, you don’t want your fiancé to hear us.” Tightening his grip on her, enjoying her wriggling against him, he claimed her lips with a kiss, hushing her protests. She melted into it, kissing him back enthusiastically before trying to pull away again.
Why he’d hit on this role play idea, he didn’t know.
Maybe it was because he couldn’t see himself getting married, but he had weddings on the brain.
Role play was often about playing with taboos, like seducing a bride the night before her wedding.
It wasn’t something he would ever do in real life because he would never want to hurt anyone like that or cause a breakup, but that didn’t mean he’d never thought about it.
There was a challenge to it that was appealing, if it wasn’t for all the real-life repercussions.
Which made it the exact kind of situation role play was meant for.
“Asad!” She tore her lips away, pushing a little harder this time. The way she tilted herself made her lower body rub against his groin. Little tease. “I’m a virgin… my fiancé will know!”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I have a way around that.
” Which had been part of why he’d suggested she be a virgin in this particular scenario.
He wanted to use that butt plug, then fuck her sweet ass before this week was over.
Running his hands down her back, he cupped her bottom to press her pussy more firmly against him.
“Tomorrow, you’ll be his, but tonight, you’re mine. ”
The words hit a little harder than he’d meant them to. Maybe that was why his brain had come up with this scenario. Tonight was the last night she was truly his.
She wouldn’t be completely untouchable when they got home, but it would be wildly different.
If the words affected her the same way they did him, it didn’t show in her face. She looked up at him with wide eyes, totally in character.
“I’ll still be a virgin?” she asked plaintively. “How?”
“Let me show you.” Pushing away all of his emotions to be dealt with later, he lowered his mouth to hers again and maneuvered them toward the bed, stripping off their clothes as they went.
He moved her next to the nightstand where he’d stored all their toys before releasing her from the kiss and kneeling in front of her to pull off her underwear.
Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to the front of her pussy, where the lips parted, and slid his tongue into the cleft.
Morgan gave a little shriek, falling back against the bed.
Her thighs fell open a little farther, and Asad took full advantage.
She wasn’t fully lying down. She was leaning against the bed, her legs parted, while he pushed his head between them.
“Oh, Asad!” She grabbed onto his head, her fingers tightening in his hair, probably partly to keep herself balanced and partly because he was tonguing her clit. His cock throbbed in response as she tugged on his hair, and he reached down to rub the thick shaft through his boxers.
It occurred to him that she was calling him by his name rather than ‘Sir’ or ‘Master Asad’ since they were role playing… and he liked it. For some reason, it made a difference he wouldn’t have expected.
Delving his tongue between the cleft one last time, he teased the sensitive nubbin there before pulling away and looking up at her.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not going to take your virginity.
I just needed to taste it. Now, turn around so I can prepare you.
” Getting to his feet, his hands on her hips, he helped her turn, so she was no longer facing him.
He pushed her upper body down, bending her over the bed, her pert ass high in the air. “Stay there.”
Opening the nightstand drawer, he pulled out the lube and plug and grabbed the pussy whip for good measure.
He could punish that ‘virgin’ pussy for not being accessible to him before he claimed her ass.
Then he bent down and pulled out the Delran cane from under the bed.
He wanted to send her home with a few welts to remember him by.
Why it felt important to leave his mark on her, he didn’t know, but he liked the idea. A little something to remember the week by, for a few days at least.
First things first, though. He needed to get her ass prepped.
Putting the cane and rubber whip on the bed beside her, he opened the lube and spread it over his finger, placing it at her anus.
Morgan whimpered, wriggling a little as he began to push his finger into the tight grip of her ass.
Next to that tiny hole, the ribbed plug he was holding looked massive…
but it was as thick as his cock, although not quite as long.
“Do you see now how I’ll leave your virginity for your fiancé but still have you for myself?” he asked, moving his finger inside her, pumping it back and forth like a small cock as he stretched her open.
Morgan
Why was this so arousing?
It wasn’t just that she liked anal sex. She did.
Was it the role play? Or was it because her partner was Asad?
Was it being able to say his name? She felt wicked every time she did so, even though she knew he would tell her not to if he didn’t like it.
During role play, names were used unless a new rule had been established.
Hearing him say he was claiming her, pretending she had a fiancé waiting to take her virginity the next day, was far hotter than she would have expected.
In her head, she didn’t love her fiancé.
It was an arranged marriage, something she didn’t want but felt honor bound to respect… but she wasn’t married yet.
Tonight, she could have a final night with the man she truly loved and give him something she would never let her husband have.
Even though it was pure fiction, the wicked scenario was having an effect on her. She didn’t understand it, but she felt it.
“Yes, Asad. I’ll never let my fiancé have me there, I promise. It will be all yours.”