Chapter 18
18
Ashley
Everything burned.
Ached.
Throbbed.
The flogger wasn’t particularly painful in an individual sense; no one blow really hurt, but the accumulation of them made her skin more and more sensitive. Even then, the fall of leather across her shoulders and butt didn’t quite register as ‘pain.’ When it swept up between her legs to smack against her pussy, that definitely felt good.
It was an explosion of heat and pleasure that didn’t quite take her over the edge but left her trembling atop it.
“Good girl.” Lincoln’s deep voice slid through her consciousness as his hands moved over her sensitive skin.
Ashley moaned, undulating as he ran his hands up her arms to her restrained wrists. It seemed to take him no time at all to get the cuffs off of her, then she was being lifted up and carried over to the bed. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his shoulder and neck, breathing in the scent of sandalwood. Her clit pulsed in steady rhythm between her legs, keeping time with her muscles clenching around the plug, and she shivered as he laid her back on the bed.
Her shoulders and buttocks felt so much more sensitive than usual, as though her skin had come alive in a way she’d never felt before. She could feel the softness of the silky sheets slipping against her skin—not that she had much time to enjoy it before Lincoln unclamped the jewelry on her right nipple.
Crying out, her back arched as he sucked the little bud into his mouth, blood flooding back into the flattened nub and filling it out again. It hurt. Holy fuck, it hurt, but it felt so good, too, especially when he sucked hard, his tongue gently making little circles around the swelling bud.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she writhed for him, panting through the surge of pleasure-pain.
“Fuck!”
“In a moment.” He lifted his head, his hand already opening the clamp on her other nipple. Ashley shrieked as his mouth switched sides. His hand closed around the breast he’d just abandoned, gently pinching the nipple that felt twice as swollen now that it was no longer clamped.
“Owwww…” She whined, squirming underneath him as he tormented her nipples with his lips and fingers. The tiny buds throbbed, pulsing with a combination of agony and ecstasy that discombobulated her senses.
“Good, pet… take the pain for me.”
Why was that so hot? Ashley strained beneath him, her muscles quivering, then he pulled back to sheathe his cock in a condom. Wait? When had he taken off his pants?
She felt like she was losing time. Losing herself to the sensations running through her.
Then his cock pressed against her pussy and began to push in.
She’d forgotten about the plug.
Lincoln was not small, and the plug made him feel even bigger. Thicker. The full sensation made her cry out, back arching upward, swollen nipples rubbing against his wiry chest hair. She could feel her muscles stretching to take him, her ass spasming around the plug as both holes were filled.
“Oh, fuck…”
Hands gripped her wrists, pinning them on either side of her head. It wasn’t the same as being restrained with cuffs or rope, but somehow, it was even better. She couldn’t move an inch, his weight bearing down on her, cock impaling her, hands pressing her wrists into the bed. All she could do was wrap her legs around him as he began to thrust, shuddering with the hot bliss that unraveled inside her.
The outer lips of her pussy felt more sensitive than usual, probably another effect of the flogger. She gasped as he ground his groin against her swollen flesh. Her clit throbbed in response, hips lifting to rub herself against him.
“That’s it, pet. Take my cock.” He lowered his head, his mouth hovering over hers as though he was going to drink in her cries of pain and pleasure. “I want to hear you scream.”
She didn’t have to be quiet this time. There was no reason to hold back the sounds bubbling up in her throat. Lincoln wanted to hear them.
So, when he began to move, harder, faster, pounding between her thighs and fucking her into the bed, she let herself make as much noise as she wanted—gasps, cries, whimpers. She said his name over and over as her passion climbed higher.
Pinned in place, she felt like his little sex toy, his little pet, to be used for his pleasure.
It should have felt degrading. Dehumanizing.
Instead, it turned her on even more. Ashley writhed beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock as he fucked her. Her body had adjusted to being filled in both holes, and the intensity of her oncoming orgasm was more than she’d ever experienced.
“Please…” She panted for breath. “Please… Lincoln…”
He pushed her hands higher until they were above her head, and he could cover both wrists with one hand, freeing his other to move between their bodies. Ashley screamed for him, just as he’d wanted her to, as his thumb rubbed over her clit.
“Come for me, pet.”
He hadn’t needed the words. She was already coming, but hearing them sent her soaring even higher. His thumb circled, pressed, and rubbed her to new peaks of pleasure, all while his cock kept moving inside her spasming pussy, rocking her over and over again.
Ashley began to struggle as the influx of sensations became too much, tears leaking from her eyes and sliding down her cheeks as she shook her head back and forth. She couldn’t get enough breath to ask him to stop. She screamed again as another wave of rapturous torment barreled through her like a tsunami.
Another wordless scream, then his hand moved away, which would have been a relief as the direct stimulation to her clit disappeared, but it also meant he could pound into her without mercy, nothing in the way. Now, she was even more sensitive than she had been, her pussy and clit still throbbing from the intense orgasms.
The sensations wrecked her, wave after wave of pounding rapture flooding her body and crashing through her until she couldn’t tell up from down. Her body buzzed and hummed, spasming, unable to move, unable to escape the sensual assault.
By the time Lincoln shoved deep inside her, bending his head over and groaning in her ear as he began to throb, Ashley was completely spent. Limp. Whimpering. Everything felt too sensitive. Her nipples pressed against his chest. Her pussy against his groin. Her legs felt like wet noodles.
“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear.
She shuddered beneath him as the words reached deep down inside her, satisfying another need.
It was so fucked up and so perfect at the same time.
She felt like she was floating, even though his full weight was atop her, pressing her into the bed.
Everything was a little hazy after that. When he finally slid away, she felt bereft, but he was back a moment later to cuddle her and help her drink some water. She guzzled it, then closed her eyes, snuggling into him while his hands stroked over her body.
It wasn’t until they moved down to her bottom, twisting the plug, that she moved again, shifting and whimpering against him.
“I want to do this again,” he murmured. “I want to fuck this pretty little ass.”
Yes, please.
Ashley shivered.
“I… I think I want that, too,” she whispered. They both fell silent for a moment. Ashley sighed. “I don’t want to be ‘that girl,’ but when are you getting a divorce?”
To her surprise, he didn’t seem upset by the question. He chuckled, shifting her slightly on his lap so he could bring her gaze up to meet his, looking her directly in the eye. A blush heated her cheeks as the new position pressed the base of the plug against his thigh, making her extra aware of it and turning the moment impossibly intimate.
“Never hesitate to advocate for yourself, especially in a shit situation like this one.” He took a deep breath and smiled at her, though there was sadness in his expression.
Truthfully, Ashley liked him better for it. The idea he’d had sex with her out of anger or vengeance… well, that had been understandable the night of the wedding, but tonight had felt like more. Seeing that he was sad about how things had turned out made her feel better about him.
“My brother and I are going to lock Marshall out of everything this upcoming week, so I’ll be serving Janet the papers by Friday.”
Relief flooded through her. Yes, she trusted that Lincoln was telling her the truth when it came to wanting to get a divorce, but it still felt good to have it confirmed and have a date for when it would get started. To know she wasn’t going to be the ‘other woman’ for much longer.
Even if they were just fucking.
“Want to go to dinner with me next Saturday?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” Maybe they weren’t just fucking.
He hesitated for a moment.
“Yes. I know it’s fucked, but yes. I want to get to know you better. I just ask that we don’t tell Rebecca until and unless we feel this becomes a serious relationship with a future.”
Damn. The amount of trust he was showing in her was as hot as anything else he’d done that night. He was trusting her to do the right thing, in a way that hadn’t been done to her, and knowing it could blow up horribly in his face if she didn’t.
“I can agree to that.” Even if things didn’t work out between them, she wouldn’t feel the need to tell Rebecca just to hurt her. That was who Rebecca was.
It wasn’t who Ashley was.