36. Somebody Told Me
Chapter 36
Somebody Told Me
Esme
A fter what seems like hours, we are released from the police station. We’ve been questioned, and thankfully Daddy’s lawyer was able to come and help out. We loaded up in Asher’s truck and headed back to my house after. We haven’t talked a lot, since there hasn’t been much time, but I know it’s coming.
We walk in the front door, and I pause just inside the barrier while Asher walks deeper into the room. He spins in circles as he looks around, observing all the little design preferences. I wonder what he thinks, knowing this is where I come from. This is who I was, and this is how I lived. He’s also standing in the same house where not only my dad was killed, but also where I was abducted. A shiver runs down my back as I think about all the trauma associated with this house.
I draw in a big breath and hold it in my cheeks before exhaling.
Asher turns around and looks at me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, reaching around and scratching at the back of my neck. “I’m just so tired.”
He takes a step forward, his eyes scanning my face.
“Did he…” His voice trails off, implying the worst.
“No, no,” I quickly say. “Just the shirt thing. I got lucky,” I say with a shrug.
He nods his head and moves quickly toward me. Before I can process, his hand is at the back of my neck, pulling me into him as his lips press firmly into mine. The kiss is deep and goes from zero to one hundred very quickly. As we both pull away, we’re panting. We press our foreheads together, basking in the moment.
“You fucking left me and didn’t say goodbye,” he says.
“Asher, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Save it. I don’t want your apologies.” He looks around, and I follow his line of sight.
“Where is your room?” he asks.
I point up the staircase, and he grabs my hand and his bag before pulling me in the direction. I follow him quickly up the stairs and into my bedroom. He closes the door behind us and stalks toward me. I back up quickly and fall backward onto my bed. He’s on me in an instant, his arms caging me in. We kiss, both of us acting like we have to make up for missed time. He pulls back, and I stare at him lust-drunk. He grips my shoulders and flips me so I’m lying on my stomach on the bed. I’m bent at the waist, my feet still touching the ground.
He pushes my hair off my shoulder and presses gentle kisses to my neck. I roll my head to the side to allow him more access as he reaches down and starts messing with the button on my jeans. I lift my hips slightly to allow him to pop it and pull my jeans and panties off in one go.
I lift myself up to try to turn around, but he pushes my face back into the mattress.
“Ash.” I squirm, but he keeps a hand on the back of my head.
“Shhh,” he soothes as he runs a hand over a globe of my ass. He squeezes it lightly before I feel his hand disappear. Seconds later, I feel the sting as skin hits skin. I hiss and try to pull away, but his hand keeps me in the same position.
He laughs as his hand comes down again. I whimper as he rubs his hand over the place he hit.
“You thought you could fucking leave me,” he says as he spanks me again.
“But here I am, baby. You said you were mine.” Spank.
“You can leave, but you can’t take back the bloody cock you gave me.” Spank.
“You can’t un-suck my cock.” Spank.
“My cum is running through your veins and fuels your hot little body.” Spank.
My pussy is throbbing. The dirty words and the pain are doing nothing but fueling the pleasure I want so desperately.
“You will always be mine. You gave me your virginity. You gave me all of those firsts. You can’t fucking take them back.” Spank.
“Asher, please—” I whine as I thrust my hips into the side of the bed.
His fingers trail down and drag between my lips.
“So fucking needy, so fucking wet.”
He puts just the tip of his finger into me, and my body shudders from just that little bit.
“Please—” I beg.
“If you want my cock, you’re going to have to do more than that,” he says. His hand lifts from my skull, and I pop up and turn around to meet him. He grabs my shoulder and shifts before sitting on the bed. I’m left standing before him half-naked. I can feel my arousal starting to fall down the inside of my thighs.
“Well?” he says. “Back up and strip for me.”
Not taking my eyes off him I do as he says. I take off my shirt and throw it to the side before reaching around to undo the clasp on my bra. I let it fall off my arms and onto the ground in front of me. His eyes trace my body, and he licks his lips like I’m his next meal.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans. “Now crawl to me.”
My eyes go wide as I try to make sure I heard what he just said.
“I’m sorry—what?”
“I said, crawl to me. Don’t make me tell you again, pet.”
If my pussy wasn’t wet before, it is now. I get down on all fours, my breasts hanging below me. I crawl, feeling the weight of them as they swing slightly with every move.
I stop in front of him and sit back on my heels with my hands on my thighs.
“Such a good pet for me,” he says, and he strokes down my cheek. I lean into his touch and soak in the sweet words. He removes his hand and leans forward, leaning on his forearms on his knees.
“Now, use your words and tell me what you want.”
I think on this for a moment. How fucking embarrassing is it to tell a man that you want his pierced cock to rail you ten ways to Sunday, but I think I’m about to do just that. I know I’m creating a wet spot underneath me. I take a deep breath and give in to what I really want.
“Please fuck me. I want your cock in my pussy, and I want you to rail me fast and hard and dirty. I want it to really fucking hurt, cowboy. I want you to make a mess of me. Show me the pain I caused you.”
He looks at me with a look of shock before it drifts into a sinister grin.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He grabs me under the arms and lifts with ease before throwing me onto the bed. I land with a bounce. I look over to see articles of clothing flying off of him before he’s left standing in front of me, naked. He grabs the base of his dick and gives it a few tugs as I watch the light reflect off the pierced ladder. Turning, he digs through his bag and pulls out his rope. It’s the same one he used when we went to the rodeo and that’s normally tied to his saddle. He tosses it onto the bed before he crawls between my legs. His lips land on mine with a soft kiss before gathering my hands in his and placing them above my head. In quick work, I feel the rough texture of the rope against my skin before my wrists are pulled together tightly. I watch Asher look around before moving and disappearing from my line of vision. The rope moves above my head before my arms are pulled tight and he reappears before me. His lips are back on mine in a punishing kiss as he lines himself up with my opening. In one swift movement, he enters me, knocking the wind out of me. He moves gently, giving me a moment to adjust to him before he takes my legs and lifts each one over his shoulders. He kisses the inside of my ankle before looking at where we’re connected.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. So fucking perfect.”
He lets a trail of spit out of his mouth, and it lands just above my clit. He drags his thumb in it before pressing it to my swollen bud. My pussy immediately grips tighter, desperate for release. He moves faster, pounding into me. He moans as he fucks me, and I feel myself gush. I grip the sheets, hoping to hold on for the wild ride.
“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re not gonna pack your shit and leave me again,” he grits.
“I’m yours,” I cry out. “Oh fuck, I’m yours. I won’t leave, fuck.”
A smirk plays across his lips at my words and a chuckle leaves his mouth.
“I tied you up anyways, you’re not going anywhere. I’ll leave you tied to this bed until we’re old and gray if that’s what it takes. You’re never fucking leaving me again.”
His thrusts pick up and I can’t do anything but just let him use me, but I love it. This feeling of closeness and possessiveness has me reeling for more.
“Whose pussy is this?” He grits out between strokes.
“It’s yours. I’m yours. Please just fu?—”
He moves his thumb and I explode. My body shakes as he continues railing me through wave after wave of euphoria. Before I can say anything, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty, but my body is still well exposed to him.
“Asher?” I question as he angles his cock further down. “What?”
A slight burning sensation wracks my body as he starts pushing himself into an area not yet explored.
“What are you-” I start to question before he starts.
“Shhh, princess. I want to come in you. Just the tip baby.”
He does as promised, and I’m mesmerized watching him work himself with the tip of his cock seated in my ass. There’s pressure, but it doesn’t feel bad. I’m entranced, just watching him. He throws his head back with a guttural moan leaving his mouth as I feel him twitch inside me, his releasing leaving his body.
His body shutters, as he continues milking his cock.
“I need to give you every last drop Es.”
When he’s fully spent, he pulls out of me, a quiet hiss leaving my lips before we scoot up to the head of the bed and lay down. He spoons me from the back and sticks his half-hard dick back inside of me. I’m sore, so I whimper, but he doesn’t move. He just leaves it in me as he places soft kisses on the back of my neck, our sweaty bodies molding against each other.
“Don’t ever leave again. Please. I miss you too much.”
I shake my head the little bit I can.
“I won’t. I’m not going anywhere. I missed you too.”