Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Morgan
Tied down to the bed with her hands bound above her head with one of Master Asad’s ties and her ankles spread and secured with two of her scarves, Morgan moaned as Master Asad pinched and twisted her nipples.
Only the faintest traces of her welts remained, but the little buds were still extra sensitive from the lash of the belt the night before.
His pinching and pulling was sending little shots of pain and pleasure straight to her spread, neglected pussy.
Straddling her waist, Master Asad appeared to be entirely focused on tormenting her breasts and nipples.
He’d started off with little slaps and fondling, taking the time to suckle the tender buds before moving on to pinching and pulling, ignoring the bottom half of her body completely. It was driving her wild.
He scooted down slightly, so he could bend over and take a pert nipple between his lips again, causing Morgan to moan even louder and arch her back to try to thrust it deeper into his mouth. Between her thighs, her pussy ached with need, craving whatever kind of sensation he wanted to give her.
He was playing with her nipples—why not her clit?
“Yes, Red?” he asked, lifting his hand. His other hand fondled her opposite breast, brushing his thumb over the sensitive bud while he palmed the mound of flesh. “Something you need?”
“Whatever pleases you, Sir,” she said automatically.
“And if it pleases me to fuck these beautiful breasts and leave your pussy completely unattended?” Saying the words, he pushed her breasts together, plumping them next to each other and creating a deep valley he could thrust his cock into if he wanted.
Morgan squirmed underneath him. Part of her understood he was trying to get her to say what she wanted from him while another part of her was insisting it didn’t matter what she wanted.
It only mattered what he wanted. She’d never been good at lying when Master Richard had played this mind game with her, even though she’d known the desired response.
“Please, Sir, let me cum.” She couldn’t outright deny him what he wanted, but she could talk around it.
“Did you bring any toys with you, Red? A vibrator? Anything?”
She shook her head.
Though she had some toys at home, for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to her to pack any of them. Maybe because she preferred sex to masturbation.
“Hmm. I need to find a way to sneak out so we can get some more things to play with.” Master Asad was thoughtful as he mused aloud, though he didn’t stop playing with her breasts while he was distracted.
Her swollen nipples throbbed in the tight grip of his fingers as he pinched and released, making her pant as the pleasure-pain combination thrummed through her.
“We could go to the Outlands, Sir,” she said hopefully.
Master Asad raised his eyebrows at her.
“Mitch’s dad owns it. It might be hard to stay a secret.”
“I’ve never met Master Gavin.” She smiled up at her sadistic lover. “He won’t know who I am, even if he knows about me.”
“I thought you said Naomi told you about the Outlands.”
“She did.” Morgan gasped, her back arching as he crushed her nipples, pulling on them at the same time.
The sweet, hot need spilled through her, and her legs jerked, trying to press her thighs together to find some relief for her aching clit.
“But I’ve never been. I met Naomi before they moved here. ”
“And if Naomi and Drew are there?”
“They won’t be. I already asked Naomi if she was in town this week because I thought I might be able to see her.
” She’d been disappointed when Naomi had said they’d be away, but now it seemed like everything was working out in a good way.
Though she probably would have been able to convince Master Asad to go to the Outlands, anyway, she wanted to play there, too. “They have private rooms.”
“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?
” Master Asad asked, chuckling. He released her nipples and began to move down her body, so he was no longer straddling her waist. As he moved, he reached over to grab a condom from the nightstand.
They didn’t need to worry about STDs, thanks to being regularly tested, but Master Asad was well known for wanting extra protection when it came to pregnancy prevention.
“No glove, no love” was the way he’d explained it to her the first time they’d had intercourse during a scene.
Morgan didn’t mind either way. Considering she’d never gotten pregnant while on her birth control before now, she felt safe on it, but she didn’t think extra precaution was a bad thing.
“I really wanted to go to the Outlands this week.” She batted her eyes up at him, knowing he would see right through the blatant manipulation attempt, but also that he would enjoy it enough, he was likely to indulge her. If he wasn’t considering it, he would have shut her down already.
“Okay, Red. I’ll see if I can get us into the Outlands and into a private room.” Master Asad grinned at her. “I can’t promise anything, though, since things are a little busy this week.”
The fact he was willing to try just because she wanted to, despite the packed schedule, sent a rush of warmth through her.
“Thank you, Sir.” There were a lot of people willing to help her get what she wanted as long as they thought it was a good thing for her to have.
But here was Master Asad, agreeing to try to get them some time at the Outlands, even though it would make his week a little more difficult and possibly run a bit of a risk to their cover.
She didn’t think they would run into anyone they knew there. No one else from the Stronghold or Marquis clubs was supposed to be in Pittsburgh this week—or she or Master Asad would have heard about it—but there was still a risk. He was going to do it, anyway.
It made her want to suck his cock all over again… unfortunately, she was a little tied up at the moment and completely at the mercy of what he wanted to do, so it was hard to show proper appreciation.
“Trust me, Red, I’m going to enjoy it just as much as you if I can get us in.” With that, he lined his cock up with her pussy and sank in. Morgan moaned, lifting her hips as much as she could in her bound position, shuddering as her pussy finally got the stimulation she’d been aching for.
His thick cock stretched her open. She was so aroused, she didn’t need much time to adjust. It felt good to be filled, to feel him moving inside her, and she gasped as he sank in hilt deep with one long thrust. His lips moved over her neck, the scruff on his jawline scraping against her sensitive skin, and the curly hair on his chest rasped against her overly sensitive and tormented nipples.
It wasn’t nearly as painful as the freshly applied belt had been, but the lingering soreness was enough to fulfill her masochistic desires, while being bound and unable to move added to her enjoyment.
There was nothing she could do but lie back and take his cock as he moved with exquisite slowness, teasing her senses with long, slow thrusts while his lips moved over the sensitive skin around her neck and collarbone.
Morgan writhed against the scarves and tie, tugging on them as her body demanded she move, wanting to wrap her arms and legs around him.
She wanted to dig her heels into him and urge him onward, but his weight pressing her down and the ties around her limbs kept her from being able to do anything but squirm as he took his time.
Every thrust teased her senses, his big body moving over hers, taking her, using her in the most delicious way possible.
Her pleasure swelled as his groin bumped against her clit, over and over. Closing her eyes, she canted her hips upward, rubbing herself against him as best she could every time he thrust home.
Whether or not they made it to the Outlands, Master Asad was going to make sure it was a pleasurable week.
As his pace picked up, her ecstasy began to spiral upward, outward, and her body tightened to an almost unbearable degree with every stroke of his cock.
She clamped down around him, pulling helplessly against the restraints, as hot bliss exploded inside her.
He fucked her harder, faster through her climax until he buried himself inside her, panting for breath as he shuddered with his own release.
When she woke up the next morning, she was wrapped around him again, but this time she didn’t mind so much.
Asad
National Aviary, rehearsal dinner, Outlands.
The rehearsal dinner was happening tonight and from what Anna had said, it was basically going to be a pre-reception for the wedding.
It was on a Thursday night because on Friday she was doing the Hana Bandān with his mom and the bridal party.
Morgan had been invited as well and had already said she would go, so tonight it had to be.
Thankfully, it hadn’t been difficult to get guest passes for him and Morgan since they were already members at Stronghold and Marquis.
He hadn’t been able to get them a private room, but that was probably for the best. If Master Patrick happened to ask Master Gavin if he and Morgan had visited the Outlands at all, Asad would be able to say they’d just gone to look around because Morgan wanted to see another club.
A private room would have been a lot harder to explain.
He was feeling a little nervous about going to the club, but hey, sometimes it was fun to live dangerously.
And, if nothing else, he could pick up some toys there for them to use back in the hotel room.
Although last night had been fun, and Morgan hadn’t had any complaints, there were more things he wanted to do with her while they were here…
If she was going to secretly rebel with him this week, he wanted to make it worth it for her.
“Does this look good for the aviary?” Morgan asked nervously, coming out of the bathroom and twirling around so he could see her full outfit of shorts and tank top.
Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail that cascaded down her back, and he had a brief image of wrapping it around his hand while she knelt in front of him flash through his mind.
“It looks fantastic. You look fantastic.” He glanced at the clock. No, they did not have time for him to order her onto her knees for a little morning enjoyment. Damn being the best man, anyway. Any other wedding and he’d be perfectly happy to fuck off from his responsibilities.
Yesterday had been really good with him and Cyrus, and he didn’t want to fuck that up.
Plus, his parents were going to be at the aviary today, and he didn’t want his mom complaining that he’d been a no-show.
Or late. Especially since they would be leaving the rehearsal dinner when dinner was over and not joining in whatever after-dinner activity he was sure would be suggested.
There was no way tonight was ending with dinner.
“Okay, good. I’ve never been to an aviary before.
” Morgan twisted her hands nervously in front of her.
Getting to his feet, Asad smiled reassuringly at her, but didn’t hold out his hand.
Sometimes, she wanted to hold on to him, like an anchor in a storm, but sometimes—like right now—her nervous energy gave off the impression that she needed space.
“I haven’t, either. I guess we’ll find out what it’s like together.” He put his hand on her back to escort her out of the room and felt her slowly relax as they headed to the car, talking about what they both wanted to see there. Unsurprisingly, the penguins were at the top of both lists.
Even though there was a large group of wedding guests coming to visit the aviary together, they naturally ended up splitting apart as people lingered at one exhibit, hurried on to the next, or chose to go in a different direction.
Asad was rather surprised to find his parents tagging along with him and Morgan—and even more surprised when they all enjoyed themselves.
Anna and Cyrus had disappeared to who knew where, and his mom and dad spent the time mostly chatting about the various exhibits and talking to Morgan.
His mother even shared a few embarrassing stories about when Asad had been little, like the time he’d decided to interrupt a dinner party that had gone on after his bedtime.
Even as a kid, he’d liked to sleep naked.
It was surprisingly relaxing, and it wasn’t until they were at the rehearsal dinner that he had the disturbing thought that he seemed to be able to get along with his parents when Cyrus wasn’t there and Cyrus when his parents weren’t there but not when everyone was all together, which was disheartening.
“This was lovely,” his mom said when they reached the exit, beaming at him.
He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d made the same observation or if she was just relieved to have reached the end of the exhibit without some kind of argument.
“I know it’s been a very busy week, but I’m glad we got a chance to spend some time together, especially with you, Morgan.
I’m sorry we haven’t been able to do more. ”
“It’s fine, Mom. We knew you were going to be busy this week,” Asad said, shrugging off the apology. Beside him, Morgan twisted slightly, putting her free hand over top their conjoined ones, so both of hers were holding his.
“I’m glad we were able to spend some time together, too,” Morgan replied brightly. “I appreciate you taking time out of a very busy week to do so. I’m looking forward to the Hana Bandān tomorrow.”
His mother brightened even more.
“I as well, dear.” Stepping forward, she went up on her tiptoes to give Asad a kiss on the cheek and wrapped her arms around him for a hug. Startled, he released Morgan’s hand to give his mom a full hug back, shocked and a little worried at the sudden display of affection.
“You okay, Mom?” he asked as she pulled away, sniffling a little, her eyes bright. Behind her, his dad only appeared a little concerned, so whatever was making her emotional, it wasn’t something serious enough for his dad to know about.
“Yes, dear. Just realizing how fast time flies.” She looked up at him almost mournfully, the expression on her face tugging at his heart. Her gaze moved over his face as if she was trying to memorize and capture this moment in time.
To be honest, she was starting to freak him out a little.
“We’ve still got a few more days this week, Mom.”
“Of course.” She smiled at him tearfully.
“Come on, Lena. We’ll see the boy in a couple hours.” His dad gave him a sympathetic look as he came up to capture his mom’s arm. She stepped back, sniffing again, but pulling herself together. “You’ll be at the rehearsal?”
“Yup. See you there.” Something in his chest clenched again as he gave his dad a quick hug while his mom said goodbye to Morgan. He’d almost rather be fighting than have his mom look at him like that again. There had been something disturbingly vulnerable about that moment. He didn’t like it.