Chapter Lennon #2
“So greedy. You think I won’t make you beg?” His smile was sinister.
“Fuck you.”
Pulling me up from laying down across the counter, Asher carried me to the couch. He tossed me down onto my back, spreading my legs for his viewing. He then lined up his strained cock that was still inside of his pants with my bare entrance.
He reached for his waistband, but pulled my hand away from myself. Then he traced slow lines along my skin, teasing, but never giving in.
“Not so fast, greedy girl,” he said.
The ferocity filling all my nerve endings was dangerous. I wasn’t the person to be around when my mood was sour, and he was withholding me from pleasure. It was infuriating.
“Asher, do not think that I’m going to beg for your cock,” I snarked.
His chuckle was anything but kind.
“Oh babe, you’ll be begging by the time I’m done with you today. You’ll be dripping wet, needy, and begging me to let your sweet pussy orgasm all over me.”
I was shook. This was not the Asher I knew, but it was turning me on in a way I’d never experienced before. He was dominant in all the right ways, and I wanted more, but I also didn’t want to let him know that.
“Yeah fucking right. In your dreams, rich boy.”
With that, he flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked me up by my waist onto all fours. I was exposed to him, yearning, and dared to peer back at him.
His finger ran down my slit, grazing my sweet spot, making all my skin rise into goosebumps. Then Asher peered down at me, making eye contact while he licked me off his finger.
“You always taste so good for me.”
My stomach twisted into knots. Why was this so fucking sexy right now?
I could feel him rustling behind me while he removed his sweats. His bare member pressed up against my ass as he grinded up against me, making my knees ache. He was hard and so fucking ready for me.
Why wasn’t he just taking me now? Why did I feel this needy and desperate for him?
It was unfair.
He gripped his cock in his hand and slid the tip between my lips, not daring to enter me. He rocked it over my clit, making me cry out in euphoric bliss.
“Fuck, Lennon. Your pussy is perfect. Too bad I’m not going to fuck it yet.”
I whipped my head back. “What the fuck, Asher?”
Gently, he smeared his hard member across my pussy lips, over my clit, and teased my entrance. He still did not make an entry.
It was killing me.
My juices were seeping down my leg. The embarrassment reddened my cheeks at how hot I was for him.
Sitting back on his legs, he stroked his cock. “Keep looking forward or back at me in anger—it turns me on either way.”
Asher had the audacity to jerk himself off to the view of my exposed pussy. I forced myself back quickly, attempting to land on his cock. I hoped it would place him inside of me, but I was unsuccessful. Then it earned me one hard spank on my ass from him.
I knew immediately there would be a handprint impression. The sting still lingering well after it impact.
“Be a good girl and stick that pussy up in the air for me so I can stroke my cock to you, Lennon.”
His voice was soft, demanding, and lethal. A part of me considered that I could possibly just come to the way he was bossing me around.
A large chunk of my brain told me to tell him to fuck off. That I would just go to my bedroom and fuck myself to sleep. But an even bigger part of my heart wanted to play out this sadistic game with him. I had never experienced Asher so bold, so dominant. It was exciting, and I secretly craved it.
I pressed my head and chest into the couch, raising my ass into the air, giving him the full view. I even nudged my knees a little wider for his pleasure.
Through my legs, I could see him slowly stroking himself while he intently stared at me.
“Such a good fucking girl, Lennon.”
I reached my hand in between my legs.
“Can I play with myself for you? I promise I won’t come without your permission.”
My voice was sweet and obedient. The look of adoration that fell on his face was everything I could ever want at this moment.
“You want to rub your clit for me, little siren?”
I nodded, eagerly.
Asher nodded in return. “Okay. Rub your pussy for me.”
I did as I was allowed.
My fingers slid in between my plump lips, aching with desire for him. I traced my index over the slick bud that begged to be sucked on by him again. I had masturbated many times, but for him? For anyone? This was almost as good as being fucked.
His cock grew hard and reddened in his grip while his eyes drowned in the view that was me. He might have thought he was in control, but I was his master.
Something in that gave me power.
I slowed my fingers. All the nerve endings stood at their tips, screaming for relief. It would take no effort to make me strike up my orgasm. I ran my finger between my lips again, entering my core and soaking my fingers.
Asher sat up, and leaned over my bare back. “Are you trying to make me fuck you into oblivion?”
Turning my head slightly, I whispered in return, “Yeah, so?”
With that, he pushed me forward until my front was at the edge of the couch. He rammed his thick member inside of me without any warning. It was slick, and bore no resistance.
I cried out in pure ecstasy. He fucked me hard, taking everything for himself. The slapping of his balls hit my clit in the most perfect way. It was sending me off the ledge.
“Asher, I can’t…” I cried out.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he threatened.
It took everything in me to withhold my orgasm. It was eager and spilling over.
Wrapping his hand in a fist of my hair, he pulled me back into him, rough and angry. His rhythmic hips bottomed me out, and I was dying. This was death, and it was incredible.
“Lennon,” he breathed into my ear.
“Yes!” I cried out in question and statement.
“Come on this dick, you needy little slut. Come for your fucking man, on your fucking cock. It’s your fucking cock, Lennon. Take what’s yours.”
He rocked in and out of me, reaching beneath me to play with my wet, aching clit.
“I’m going to come on this cock, Asher! It’s fucking mine!”
Everything in me froze. The orgasm reaching its peak corrupted me. I screamed in pain and bliss, both meshing together. Asher kept slamming into me. I knew he was coming; I could feel him pulsing, I could hear him groaning, but all I could focus on was everything coming undone inside of me.
Before I could register what was happening, Asher turned me over, and swept me up into his arms. I wrapped myself around him, an embrace that was both sensual and affectionate.
My legs clamped his waist as he held me tight against his body.
I couldn’t even register how vulnerable I was allowing myself to be with him, but it was oddly therapeutic.
A part of me healed in a way I might never have been able to admit.
A part of me grew scar tissue over a wound I forgot I even had.
Maybe—just maybe—a subconscious part of me realized he was right, and that I could heal.
Maybe.
One day.
But, one day might come too late.
And I didn’t necessarily want to wait and find out. I felt conflicted between a rock and a hard place.
“Until we rot, little siren,” Asher whispered in my hair.
I nodded. “Until we rot.”